[ The stone is a warm weight in Mako's other hand, helpfully grounding when otherwise, with Deerington pressing in on him, it would be easy to let all this discharge too soon or slam into the ground where he doesn't want it.
As it is, Mako opens his eyes, slows, and stretches his arm into the sky, letting all the electricity go in a small bolt of lightning that cracks through the air and into thunder. It's a little display, nothing too difficult, not for this, but Mako grins at the end all the same as he straightens up. ]
Lightningbending. It's... not a combination, exactly, but the man who invented it used waterbending forms.
[With all the wonder of a twelve-year-old, Vyng breathlessly watches the electricity ascend into the sky. The thunder punctuating Mako's performance — perfect in its dramatic finality — makes him smile.
His gaze snaps back to his friend at the extra explanation, eyes lighting up with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.]
Waterbending forms? Like that dancing you did just now? [He's practically vibrating where he stands.] ...Mako, that was uh-mazing! Holy shit.
[ Wow, it really does feel good to be appreciated. Mako's back is a little straighter, his shoulders a bit more set. He is, maybe, preening a little. ]
Bending, not dancing, but yeah. Waterbending's a lot slower than firebending usually is. All about push and pull, and you have to find that balance if you're going to bend lightning.
[Vyng raises both hands in front of himself, trying to mimic the movements still seared into his mind's eye. His form is a pretty close approximation to Mako's, but that's as far as the imitation goes. He doesn't dare call on any elements.]
There's a lot of physicality to bending. [To emphasize his point, Vyng crouches down and stretches one hand out in a deliberate, graceful motion.] Compared to what I do, I mean.
[A balance. Vyng hums in thought, bringing his hand back, and then joining it with the other.]
Really? You really think so?
[His face lights up at the compliment. Coming from Mako, it genuinely means a lot.
At the same time, there's a far away look in his eyes, as he thinks about the possibilities. What would bending even be like, for a druid like him? Could he really become an elementalist like somebody as amazing as Korra? But then Vyng's more pragmatic side reigns in any flights of fancy. He lets out a sigh, bringing both hands out in front of him in a motion that evokes pushing energy away.]
...I dunno. Me and the elements, man. We've got kind of a complicated relationship.
[Vyng drops the stance and gives a respectful bow, before straightening to his full height. Admiration still shines in his eyes when he regards Mako with a lopsided grin.]
Oh, sure. I mean, we're kinda seeing other people, when you think about it.
[Some silliness, to soften what he says next.]
Besides, Sleepers don't care if I shapeshift. My elemental mastery, though? Ehh... [He shakes his hand in a so-so gesture.] Let's just say I've gotten yelled at by some people for it.
Hey, man. You're a pro who didn't know about the weird stuff. It's understandable.
[Hard to imagine somebody as graceful as Mako fucking up that badly. But it looks like he's gotten things under control. Maybe there's a tiny stab of envy in Vyng's chest, but he's still happy for his friend.]
But yeah, you're not wrong. They had good reasons. [He's not going to argue against that.] Even in a best-case scenario, I either lose control or pay nature's price anytime I do elemental work. It's not even a Deerington thing. It's a druid thing.
[Vyng rocks back on his heels, thoughtful. It's a good question! One that should get easier to answer every time someone asks. But it often makes Vyng rethink his own choices — and how his brand of druidism has diverged far from what's considered "normal" back home.
In the end, though, he just goes back to the fundamentals.]
Because raw nature doesn't like being told what to do. It simply does what it does.
With shapeshifting, you give spirits a direct connection to the material plane. But elemental work requires some sacrifice on my part. It's, uh...a balance thing, you could say.
I don't know. Sounds like nature is the thing coming out on top in that bargain. You shouldn't have to pay a price for something like that.
[ Spoken like a true bender, Mako realizes, and anyway, he can't talk to lakes. Maybe lakes really don't like being bent.
It niggles at some sense of justice still in him, the idea that he can use fire like it's nothing and that Vyng has to scrape for it, sacrifice to make it work. That doesn't seem right. ]
Guess that makes me a real bargain-bin bender. A bargain bin-der! Hah.
[Sounds about right. There's no self-pity in Vyng's tone, though. He's been an outcast most of his life. Self-depreciation fits him like a second skin.]
Anyway, it's not about what's "fair". Anytime I do elemental work, I'm really just calling in a favor. Unless you're good friends with somebody...they usually expect something in return for their trouble, you know?
[That, at least, is a concept he fully expects Mako to understand.]
[ Those are definitely terms Mako understands. His face darkens slightly, and he nods. ]
Yeah. Nothing's ever just handed to you. I... guess I just didn't think nature itself cared enough about favors to try that. It's weird that I can do it just fine but that nature expects something from you, you know? We're in the same place right now. Same nature.
[Vyng brushes his wild hair back, and he taps at the gills — a pair of slits moving in and out with each breath — on each side of his neck.]
Same nature. Different natures, pal. You're a firebender. I'm a druid.
[He closes his mouth, pinches his nose...and deeply inhales through his neck. Normally Vyng gravitates toward finding commonalities between him and others. But if he ever needs to hammer home those differences, all he really has to do is exist.
After a moment, his hand drops to his side.]
Your power comes from the relationship between you and your body and spirit, right? My power comes from the relationships I form with other spirits. It's a communal thing, so...
[He spreads his arms out, so Mako can get a better look at the fractal patterns — similar to lightning scars — snaking up his skin and disappearing beneath his sleeves. As he moves, the markings catch the sunlight. They glitter purple like the amethyst resting in Mako's hand.]
Well. Like I said. It's complicated. You've gotta let others in. Sometimes that hurts, you know? But in the end...I think it's worth it.
[ Mako watches those glittering patterns for a moment, almost transfixed. His own left hand twitches in old memory. He curls his hand into a loose fist and leaves it there, frowning.
He is quiet for a while, his mind tumbling over the concepts of letting spirits in and balance and relationships. Mako doesn't get his power from his relationships with people, but he is tied to the sun, can feel its rise and its fall and its distance. Vyng, apparently, is tethered much more literally to those things. ]
[There's some overlap, for sure. Although being the Avatar sounds like a proper job in Mako's world. A position that actually means something to people and spirits alike. Maybe it even portends to some greater destiny for whoever holds the title. There's certainly thousands of years' worth of shoes to fill.
"Spiritwalker", on the other hand, was a name given to him by those he aims to serve because of his unique ability to seamlessly cross between worlds. People in the material plane don't know what it means. Hell, Vyng doesn't fully know. Tuck is the only person who seems to believe it should mean something to people, with a surprisingly quiet faith that never wavers. Even in the face of Vyng's most colossal fuck-ups.
He lowers his hands, and his mouth twists into a lopsided smile.]
I don't know, man. Korra is pretty badass. Her elemental work? Uh-mazing. Gives me something to aspire to, you know?
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As it is, Mako opens his eyes, slows, and stretches his arm into the sky, letting all the electricity go in a small bolt of lightning that cracks through the air and into thunder. It's a little display, nothing too difficult, not for this, but Mako grins at the end all the same as he straightens up. ]
Lightningbending. It's... not a combination, exactly, but the man who invented it used waterbending forms.
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[With all the wonder of a twelve-year-old, Vyng breathlessly watches the electricity ascend into the sky. The thunder punctuating Mako's performance — perfect in its dramatic finality — makes him smile.
His gaze snaps back to his friend at the extra explanation, eyes lighting up with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.]
Waterbending forms? Like that dancing you did just now? [He's practically vibrating where he stands.] ...Mako, that was uh-mazing! Holy shit.
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Bending, not dancing, but yeah. Waterbending's a lot slower than firebending usually is. All about push and pull, and you have to find that balance if you're going to bend lightning.
Thanks.
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[Vyng raises both hands in front of himself, trying to mimic the movements still seared into his mind's eye. His form is a pretty close approximation to Mako's, but that's as far as the imitation goes. He doesn't dare call on any elements.]
There's a lot of physicality to bending. [To emphasize his point, Vyng crouches down and stretches one hand out in a deliberate, graceful motion.] Compared to what I do, I mean.
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[ Even combustion, he guesses, even though that seems to happen mostly in the mind. ]
It's... a combination. A balance, I guess, because you can't do it without your spirit, but if you can't move, you probably can't bend.
[ Except for the one time Mako pulled it off but listen: that was very desperate circumstances. He cracks a smile at Vyng's demonstration. ]
Your form's pretty good. I bet you could bend.
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Really? You really think so?
[His face lights up at the compliment. Coming from Mako, it genuinely means a lot.
At the same time, there's a far away look in his eyes, as he thinks about the possibilities. What would bending even be like, for a druid like him? Could he really become an elementalist like somebody as amazing as Korra? But then Vyng's more pragmatic side reigns in any flights of fancy. He lets out a sigh, bringing both hands out in front of him in a motion that evokes pushing energy away.]
...I dunno. Me and the elements, man. We've got kind of a complicated relationship.
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[ Mako just casually won't mention that he was about five years old when that process kicked off. It doesn't matter. ]
As complicated as you and those animal spirits?
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[Vyng drops the stance and gives a respectful bow, before straightening to his full height. Admiration still shines in his eyes when he regards Mako with a lopsided grin.]
Oh, sure. I mean, we're kinda seeing other people, when you think about it.
[Some silliness, to soften what he says next.]
Besides, Sleepers don't care if I shapeshift. My elemental mastery, though? Ehh... [He shakes his hand in a so-so gesture.] Let's just say I've gotten yelled at by some people for it.
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They had to have had a good reason to yell at you. No one's yelled at me about my bending.
Except the guy whose lawn I blew up when I first got here but my bending's, uh, more... stable. Now.
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[Hard to imagine somebody as graceful as Mako fucking up that badly. But it looks like he's gotten things under control. Maybe there's a tiny stab of envy in Vyng's chest, but he's still happy for his friend.]
But yeah, you're not wrong. They had good reasons. [He's not going to argue against that.] Even in a best-case scenario, I either lose control or pay nature's price anytime I do elemental work. It's not even a Deerington thing. It's a druid thing.
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That doesn't... sound good. ]
Pay nature's price? Why does nature care whether you bend or not?
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[Vyng rocks back on his heels, thoughtful. It's a good question! One that should get easier to answer every time someone asks. But it often makes Vyng rethink his own choices — and how his brand of druidism has diverged far from what's considered "normal" back home.
In the end, though, he just goes back to the fundamentals.]
Because raw nature doesn't like being told what to do. It simply does what it does.
With shapeshifting, you give spirits a direct connection to the material plane. But elemental work requires some sacrifice on my part. It's, uh...a balance thing, you could say.
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[ Spoken like a true bender, Mako realizes, and anyway, he can't talk to lakes. Maybe lakes really don't like being bent.
It niggles at some sense of justice still in him, the idea that he can use fire like it's nothing and that Vyng has to scrape for it, sacrifice to make it work. That doesn't seem right. ]
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[Sounds about right. There's no self-pity in Vyng's tone, though. He's been an outcast most of his life. Self-depreciation fits him like a second skin.]
Anyway, it's not about what's "fair". Anytime I do elemental work, I'm really just calling in a favor. Unless you're good friends with somebody...they usually expect something in return for their trouble, you know?
[That, at least, is a concept he fully expects Mako to understand.]
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Yeah. Nothing's ever just handed to you. I... guess I just didn't think nature itself cared enough about favors to try that. It's weird that I can do it just fine but that nature expects something from you, you know? We're in the same place right now. Same nature.
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Same nature. Different natures, pal. You're a firebender. I'm a druid.
[He closes his mouth, pinches his nose...and deeply inhales through his neck. Normally Vyng gravitates toward finding commonalities between him and others. But if he ever needs to hammer home those differences, all he really has to do is exist.
After a moment, his hand drops to his side.]
Your power comes from the relationship between you and your body and spirit, right? My power comes from the relationships I form with other spirits. It's a communal thing, so...
[He spreads his arms out, so Mako can get a better look at the fractal patterns — similar to lightning scars — snaking up his skin and disappearing beneath his sleeves. As he moves, the markings catch the sunlight. They glitter purple like the amethyst resting in Mako's hand.]
Well. Like I said. It's complicated. You've gotta let others in. Sometimes that hurts, you know? But in the end...I think it's worth it.
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He is quiet for a while, his mind tumbling over the concepts of letting spirits in and balance and relationships. Mako doesn't get his power from his relationships with people, but he is tied to the sun, can feel its rise and its fall and its distance. Vyng, apparently, is tethered much more literally to those things. ]
So you're... almost exactly like the Avatar.
In other words.
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[There's some overlap, for sure. Although being the Avatar sounds like a proper job in Mako's world. A position that actually means something to people and spirits alike. Maybe it even portends to some greater destiny for whoever holds the title. There's certainly thousands of years' worth of shoes to fill.
"Spiritwalker", on the other hand, was a name given to him by those he aims to serve because of his unique ability to seamlessly cross between worlds. People in the material plane don't know what it means. Hell, Vyng doesn't fully know. Tuck is the only person who seems to believe it should mean something to people, with a surprisingly quiet faith that never wavers. Even in the face of Vyng's most colossal fuck-ups.
He lowers his hands, and his mouth twists into a lopsided smile.]
I don't know, man. Korra is pretty badass. Her elemental work? Uh-mazing. Gives me something to aspire to, you know?