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RonaldM40196867: Probably Unalaq after he made his swing to evil for the sake of evil. Other than that, there are characters who are underused (inevitable in a show with such a vast cast of characters as Legend of Korra) but none I remember finding boring.

Zigzagdoublezee: I don't think it looks that modern, but I think it is modern, if you get what I mean.

Bolin

Juicy flew for the rest of the night and for all of the following morning, before Opal brought them in to land and the Sky-Bison collapsed gratefully in a forest clearing, immediately falling asleep. Opal jumped down and looked around at their surroundings.

"Where are we?" Bolin asked, scrambling to follow her. In his haste, he lost his footing, tripped, slipped off, and fell spread-eagled on the floor with an oof. Pabu landed on the back of his head a second later, squeaked indignantly, and scrambled down the back of his shirt.

Opal looked back in concern, but as soon as she realised that he was alright, returned to scanning their surroundings.

"Do you know where Lin and Suyin are? Do you have a plan at all?" Bolin demanded again.

Opal shook her head. "I didn't really have time to plan."

"So we have no plan."

"I do have a plan!" Opal told him. "We go to Zaofu."

"Won't Kuvira be there?" Bolin pointed out. "She's not my biggest fan at the moment.

"That's a risk we might have to take to find them. Maybe if Kuvira's there, mum and Lin are there too. And if she isn't, we can find out where they are."

Bolin knew that she was right, but he wasn't happy about it.

"So where is Zaofu?"

"About a day's flight that way," Opal told him, pointing into the forest. "I've made this journey plenty of times before."

Bolin nodded. He probably should have thought of that.

"We'll give Juicy the rest of the day to sleep. He's earned it." Opal patted the bison on the snout, taking care to avoid the mucus, and Juicy snorted contentedly in his sleep.

"I think I saw a village nearby," Bolin offered helpfully. "We could go there, buy supplies."

"Did you bring any money?" Opal asked him.

Bolin shook his head. "They took all of it from me when they put me in prison."

Opal grinned.

"Then I'm glad I did!"

She went to Juicy's saddlebag and pulled out a satchel. It was full of coins.

Bolin had a thought.

"This must be what it was like for your grandmother," he said. "During the war!"

Opal stopped.

"Yeah," she said eventually. "I never considered that."

She turned to him.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to change," she told him.

"What? Why?"

"You're still wearing Kuvira's uniform," Opal said with distaste. "You're- you were, anyway- one of her most recognisable lieutenants. And she must have told everyone what you did in Zaofu."

Bolin nodded, seeing the sense in this argument.

"So what did you have in mind?"

Opal grinned, and reached into another one of Juicy's saddlebags.

The nearby town was about a ten minute walk away from where Juicy slumbered in the clearing, and Bolin spent most of it adjusting his new clothes uncomfortably. He was dressed in a new air nomad jumpsuit just like the one Opal was wearing, which felt very tight after the looser uniforms of Kuvira's regime. Pabu had to sit in one of his pockets, simply because there was nowhere else.

"Why do these have to be so... form fitting?" He asked.

"You're not self-conscious are you?" Opal replied. "Because believe me, you don't need to be. Besides, it's so we can move through the air easier."

"I moved through the air just fine in my other clothes," Bolin grumbled. Opal elected to ignore that.

As it turned out, most of the villagers barely gave them a second look. Some of them recognised Opal, and stopped her in the street to say hello as they passed, but nobody recognised Bolin in his new clothes. They passed by several stalls, and Opal purchased a big bag which they filled with food for both them and for Juicy.

After an enjoyable hour or two strolling around the town looking at all the shops, Bolin leaned over to look at a particularly nice looking Sun Cake.

"Hello!" A voice said right in his ear.

He yelped and turned to find an old man stood right in his personal space. He took a step backwards.

"Hi?" He offered.

"I haven't seen you before," the old man said. "Are you a new airbender?"

Bolin thought it best to agree with him. He nodded.

"Excellent!" The man pointed. "Come and look at my stall!"

"What's on your stall?"

"Airbender stuff!" The man replied cheerfully. "Everything for all your airbending needs!"

His enthusiastic shouting had brought Opal over, and she eyed the stall suspiciously.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing to a long staff on the table.

"It's a glider-staff!"

"You know we don't use those any more, right?"

"Who cares! It's traditional!"

Opal picked it up, and experimentally bent it. It seemed to flex very easily. Opal frowned, and exerted more force, causing it to snap. The man yelped and snatched the two halves of the glider staff.

"What are you doing? Those are traditional! Do you know how much those cost?"

"What do you know about our traditions?" Opal demanded. "This isn't traditional, this is tat! Junk you sell to tourists!"

"How dare you!" The man drew himself up to his full height, which in his case was pretty easy, and waved the broken half of the staff at her. "I am a respectable businessman!"

"You're profiting off my culture," Opal told him angrily, snatching the staff back. "And you're not even doing a good job of it! Why does this have Kuvira's symbol on the wings?"

"Your culture? I know who you are, you're a Beifong! It's no more your culture than mine!"

Opal, normally so good natured, now looked like she wanted to punch this man.

"It is now!" She told him. "I've put far more work into it than you ever have."

However, the commotion had attracted the Police. A man in the uniform of Kuvira's Provincial Police Force ran over to see what was going on.

"What's going on here?" He demanded. "Why are you harassing this man?"

"This man is a fraud!" Opal gestured furiously. "And he insulted me!"

The man opened his mouth to reply, and then stopped. He studied Opal closely, and then Bolin became very nervous as he turned his attention towards him.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" He pointed towards him.

"Oh, that's just my boyfriend," Opal said quickly, with an apologetic smile.

"And you're Opal Beifong, I've seen you before," the policeman told her. Which means that if you're Opal Beifong and he's your boyfriend, then that makes him..."

He turned to look at him.

"You're under arrest, Bolin. There's a warrant out."

He did not get a chance to elaborate before he was launched backwards, straight through the doors of another shop, which had in bold letters above the entrance "Huan's Mattress and Pillow Market."

There was a soft whomping noise, and then Opal was grabbing Bolin's arm.

"Run!" She told him.

"What did you tell him that for? I mean I'm flattered, but-"

"No time! I didn't know he knew who I was, alright? Just go!"

Bolin went.