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The Waterbending Master

Zhao: I didn’t know you were skilled with broadswords, Prince Zuko.
Zuko: I’m not. They’re antiques. Just decorative.

Bitter Work

Toph: Aang! I found these nuts in your bag. I figured you wouldn’t mind. And besides, even if you did, you’re too much of a pushover to do anything about it.
Aang: As a matter of fact, I don’t mind. I’m happy to share anything I have.
Toph: You know, I’m really glad you feel that way, because I also have this great new nutcracker.
Aang: Actually, I’d prefer if you didn’t…That’s an antique, hand crafted by the monks…

What if Destiny 2 opened like this:

The screen is black… All is quiet… Then you hear it. You hear him.

“Guardian? Guardian! Eyes up Guardian!”

The blackness clears as you blink back to life. You stand up, and around you is death and destruction, not unlike your first revival.

Except this time, the bodies were fresh. The embers still burned. And smoke billowed into the sky. The alabaster sphere of the traveler only visible as a dark shadow behind the ash and smoke.

“Thank the Traveler you’re alright… I thought I had lost you…”

A blazing jumpship whistles by as it plummets toward the Earth. You can hear screaming, shouting, and the comms are abuzz. The echoes of Guardians supercharging in the distance filled the air, and the blackened sky was aglow with hues of firey oranges, purples, and blues. You pick up your weapon, and march once more unto the breach.