"Líming. The Avatar is here."
The male was shackled to the concrete cell floor. His face was covered with a traditional mask of blue and silver. Through the thick bars to his right, another figure was completely shackled from the ceiling and floor. The figure twitched her head slightly, opening her eyes slowly. The emerald orbs emerged from the eyeholes in her gold and red mask.
"So I've heard."
To her right, in the next cell, a pair of guards led a petite figure to shackles against a barred wall. After removing the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, they lifted her into the model on the bar wall, shackling her into place. Her purple mask faced towards the other two, brown eyes glancing at them quizzically.
As the guards left, locking the cell door behind them, the petite girl piped up.
"So...is it time?"
The red-masked girl grinned to herself.
"Yes. It's time. Tell Rìluò to prepare-"
To blue-mask's left, a black-masked, burly male was pinned to the ground. He effectively piped up, in a strained voice.
"Already on it, Lìming."