Aang

On the one hand, and this was an important one, he had snuck back into Omashu to rescue Bumi. Bumi, who was the same, if old now. One of the last ties to what was before the war. Except of course, he was... not the same. He tried to ignore that, because while he had slept in ice, away from the war, one of his best friends had to deal with all of it. And now that war had taken his home, taken Omashu.

Granted, a part of him wanted to learn from Bumi, because if he spent time, if he was traveling and learning from him like he did Katara... maybe he could pretend that it was a hundred years ago, even just a little bit. But that wasn't how things worked. Though, to be entirely fair, he had not been expecting to see Bumi sharing a drink with a man who looked like his hair was on fire. A part of him wanted to blink, to cry out, because... this was like in the old days, before the fire nation went crazy and tried to burn everyone.

Just two people, from two different nations, laughing together. Just... why did it have to be one of the bad guys?

Which of course is when the booming laugh called out. "Hey, Bumi, its your other pal! Should probably go, let you two catch up. Something about the little fellow makes me think he wants it to be a private conversation." There was amusement in the mans tone, as he leapt off the scaffolding. Only, as he fell, for the wind to slow his fall. "Still, pick up our little debate later old timer?"

There was a snort like the clashing of boulders. "Oh, Aang is just an excuse! You know old age and wisdom is beating your youthful hide black and blue!"

The massive fire nation man grinned, shaking his head. "Whatever you say old man. Oh, and Avatar Aang?" The red mans smile was wide and toothy. "I'm looking forward to our upcoming clash. As the greatest spirit binder of the modern era, to the greatest product of spirit binding ever made."

"Wait! What did you, what are..." Because, as the man (?) passed him by, everything about him seemed to be wrong on a level that didn't make sense. Like a spirit, but not. Like a human, but not. Like him (the avatar), but not. Traces of things that were his but not clung to him and the things on him, something inside of him screaming that this was wrong. "What are you."

He did not like the fact that his voice cracked, that he was sliding into a combat stance, at the wide grin on the things face. "I told you Avatar Aang. I am the greatest spirit binder of the modern age. But unlike the mantle of the Avatar, I am a touch more direct and forceful about how I gain and impart the essences of spirits into my work."

The madman was speaking of spirits as if they were normal beasts, things to take for parts, to work into his craft. It struck something inside of him, even as something echoed. Because there was no way that he was like this thing that only looked human. "What do you mean unlike the Avatar mantle?"

The snorting was bovine, flames coming from those nostrils. "Ask Wan or Raava. I'll tell you a different side of the story after they tell you theirs. As it is, I need to get back to work, as my break is over. Just wanted to spend it talking to the old man."

"I can still hear you brat!" Bumi sounded more cheerful than annoyed though, even as the man raised his hand, making what was probably meant to be an obscene gesture without even looking at the king of the city.

All of this was confusing, and Aang was not sure what to think, as he moved up to talk with Bumi, feeling very much off balance. In several ways, he just felt like there was a lot that he did not know, and he wondered... would that man have come to be if he had done his duty? Or did the fact that there was a hundred years without an avatar mean that things like a 'spirit binder' were possible?

He wanted to run from the questions. A shame that he could not escape them.

Sokka

Okay, so on the one hand, the fire jerks had gotten a new team that was mostly pretty but evil girls (they were fire nation, they were evil by default) and a massive hulking monster of a man. Who had proceeded to duel him even as the crazy lightning girl fought Aang and it was all that they could do to escape. Yet, even as they ran? The man threw a band of silver with some kind of stone at him, the band somehow locking around his arm as the burning man laughed. "Let it never be said I don't do nice things for my enemies!"

Which is why he was looking at the band, Aang AND Katara saying that it felt weird, even as Katara said that it seemed familiar for some reason. Which was likely some bending magic thing that was weird even by their standards. Still, as the moonlight gleamed on the band, he just thought, even as he closed his eyes, that it would have looked nice on Yue.

Which is when he fell? Or landed? Even as Yue gave a squeak, due to the fact that he landed right into her arms. Now, he did not exactly get to say a lot that night, as... well, Yue wanted to make up for lost time, even with an armband that gave her an invitation. He may have been too busy kissing her to get all the details as they sank into the furs, cuddling and making out. Everything else, that was now showing Yue how much he missed her, could wait.

Azula

She took a deep breath as Maza's hands moved up and down, pulling her up and down, his dick stretching out her ass. She could not give away her traditional virginity, not until she was married, but legally speaking she was still a virgin if it was only anal sex. And it was important, as she wanted to... relax. And try something a little different. Not too much different of course, Ty Lee was kneeling between her legs, peppering her sex and stomach with kisses as she looked up, a smile on her lips as she made out with Azula's nether lips.

Still, as she looked over the paperwork, signing and stamping it while in the nude, wearing only her tiara and a collar. She would burn anyone that saw her wearing it outside of her two most attentive minions. The fact that his lips were pressed to her ears, that he was murmuring her praises, all the good and wonderful things she was doing, how skilled she was, even as she shared some of her plans, his hand patting her on the head as she was called a good girl?

There was a rumbling in her chest as she bounced up and down. As she took her rewards for her hard work and diligence, muscles burning and clenching as fingers pinched her nipples, squeezing and pressing, a molten rod pressing deep inside of her. Her legs moved, hooking around Ty Lee, pulling her in as two sets of feminine voices whined in need, small clamps attached to both of their folds and nipples vibrating with the changes in temperature, stimulating and teasing as Maza worked to hold them on the edge, an iron ring preventing this from ending too soon.

But she was already planning on making it a regular part of her routine. The paperwork seemed so much easier.