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deernet2021-09-06 08:14 pm
arclightning) wrote in deernet2021-09-06 08:14 pm
video; un:mako
Uh, hey. Mako here.
[ Nailing it so far, right? Mako's standing in front of a half-blue, half-green wall, dotted with small lunar sconces. Everything looks kind of dusty and half-finished, and the watery afternoon light illuminates yet more dust drifting around him.
Notably, a small dragon, red-scaled and content, is draped over his shoulders like a scarf, watching the Omni with bright eyes.
Mako glances momentarily off the screen, mouths something, and then looks back, clearing his throat. ]
It's come to my attention that a lot of you have been setting things on fire left and right since we washed up here. Obviously, this is dangerous to you and the people around you. If that's you, you need to make an effort to control it immediately before something worse than singeing your clothes happens.
For those of you who just washed up, I'm a firebender. That means I can do—
[ He holds up his left hand (scarred with strange marks) in front of himself and splays his fingers, making a small puff of fire appear and hold over his palm. It flickers there like a candle flame, dancing between Mako's fingers, before he drags it in a small arc and lets it go out. ]
—that, and—
[ Another flick of his fingers, this time producing little purple-bright sparks that zap between the tips and then dissipate. ]
—that. And a lot more.
So. If you need help learning to control your powers, and you do, come to the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door on Wednesdays. You'll see the sign. I've been doing this since I was a kid. Anyone else who wants to help, feel free to drop by too.
[ Finally, he looks up, his serious expression dropping just slightly. ]
Trust me. If a bunch of snotty six-year-olds back home can learn how to do it, you can.
[ The little dragon huffs in agreement, fire puffing out of its nose, and Mako reaches forward to cut the feed. ]
[ Nailing it so far, right? Mako's standing in front of a half-blue, half-green wall, dotted with small lunar sconces. Everything looks kind of dusty and half-finished, and the watery afternoon light illuminates yet more dust drifting around him.
Notably, a small dragon, red-scaled and content, is draped over his shoulders like a scarf, watching the Omni with bright eyes.
Mako glances momentarily off the screen, mouths something, and then looks back, clearing his throat. ]
It's come to my attention that a lot of you have been setting things on fire left and right since we washed up here. Obviously, this is dangerous to you and the people around you. If that's you, you need to make an effort to control it immediately before something worse than singeing your clothes happens.
For those of you who just washed up, I'm a firebender. That means I can do—
[ He holds up his left hand (scarred with strange marks) in front of himself and splays his fingers, making a small puff of fire appear and hold over his palm. It flickers there like a candle flame, dancing between Mako's fingers, before he drags it in a small arc and lets it go out. ]
—that, and—
[ Another flick of his fingers, this time producing little purple-bright sparks that zap between the tips and then dissipate. ]
—that. And a lot more.
So. If you need help learning to control your powers, and you do, come to the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door on Wednesdays. You'll see the sign. I've been doing this since I was a kid. Anyone else who wants to help, feel free to drop by too.
[ Finally, he looks up, his serious expression dropping just slightly. ]
Trust me. If a bunch of snotty six-year-olds back home can learn how to do it, you can.
[ The little dragon huffs in agreement, fire puffing out of its nose, and Mako reaches forward to cut the feed. ]
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[ Wu gasps, clinging tighter to him. Well, this is certainly Mako being nice. He's suggesting they go to a hot spring? He's not protesting at length about why he doesn't want to go? ]
Oh, this'll be so fun! My muscles are so sore from working on the theater.
[ And they are! He aches in ways he's not used to, but he's not even mad about it. The theater is worth it. He has a vision, he's motivated, he's doing this himself (with help, of course) ]
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But he should have known better, shouldn't he? Wu has the same stubborn streak that Mako himself does, apparently boundless energy, and most importantly, a goal. Wu puts his all into things that he cares about, and he cares a lot about the success of the Raccoon Room.
In that way, all of this work isn't surprising at all.
Mako lets his hands slide up Wu's back, pressing his palms into the muscle on either side of his spine until he reaches his shoulders. ]
You happy with it so far?
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With the Raccoon Room? Oh, well, there's still a lot of work to do, but I can see it, Mako. I can really see what it's going to look like! It'll be so amazing, and Ryan and Bolin and anyone who wants to can perform here.
[ He sighs dreamily, nosing against Mako's cheek. Even if they've had their ups and downs since arriving in Trench, every time they touch, Wu feels that undercurrent of how Mako feels about him and it reassures him that Mako isn't mad at him, exactly, but at everything that's happening to him and around them. ]
What do you think? It's, you're putting in a lot of work too.