Stop! Rock! And! Bol'!

“H-hwh– haah…?!”

She struggled to keep her balance as the earth suddenly rose beneath their feet, creating a huge sort of walkway. Yeah, this certainly did seem useful, alright. Maybe even more so than pyrokinesis.

“R-right… okay! You… you lead the way, though. I do not know where is safe to step…”

Weird that he called it ‘bending’, though. Just what was being bent, here? The laws of physics? Honestly.

“I guess looking at dirt your whole life does teach you something,” Bolin snorted, never having thought much about planning where to step, but she was right to be wary of weak points. “If you’re ever crazy unsure and you have the time, there’s no shame in taking one of those tester steps to make sure your weight will be supported!”

Bolin emerged from the heights of an outcropping and slammed into the goblin that threatened to approach the girl, the brunt of his landing knocking into the frothing creature at full force. With a holler, Bolin rolled to his feet and kicked the goblin away from them for good measure, an arm drawing across his brow to sweep away the sweat of the sneak attack.

“You…? You did that?”

First lightning, then fire, and now earth? To think people could really control elements like that… he could be useful, to be sure. But how…? Beyond the immediate future, of course.

She would have to figure that out later.

“…Wow. So… you can move us somewhere else? How? Your… um, terrakinesis? C-can you do it quickly, please?”

It was hard to imagine how he’d do it specifically, but however it happened, it would be… interesting.

“Of course! I’ll use my...” Terra-who-whatsit?! Bolin struggled to form the word in his mind, and his wobbling mouth spat out the first thing that sounded right. “... Terra...ki... bending to get us out of here immediately! If you could kindly please step just right here, then!”

Craning his neck, he looked for the beacons of light that had remained-- if anything, people would gather there, right? There they would at least have some safety in numbers. “Okay! Let me show you the quickest way to scale a mountain!”

Thrusting his arms out, Bolin took a sharp breath and reigned them in with a flex of his fingers, pulling the ground beneath them higher and higher until it brought them to the top of mountainside-- from there, the nearest beacon beamed brighter and he gestured to it, tilting his head at his companion.

“Pick on somebody your own size!” 

Bolin had developed a strategy and it had been a brilliant one, too-- flashy, dramatic, and effective!

--...But when his bending went out the window for a THIRD time, so did his plan. For now, he would have to resort to gathering rocks in his arms and chucking them at the straggler goblins. Afterall, he couldn’t just let them roam around and pick on nice people like Asami!

The sudden rising of rock and earth from behind her was a surprise – she had to quickly dive forward to avoid being caught up in it. Once she got a better look, she saw that somehow, part of the ground had been pulled up, and the monsters that were on her trail had been flung into the side of a building. Then– she saw him. He was striking some kind of pose, as though he were in the middle of practicing tai chi, or something.

“…Bolin?”

Pacifica rose to her feet and looked around once more, to make sure the coast was clear, before running to him. No– Pacifica was unnecessary. Paz would work just fine here.

“D-did you see that? We need to get out of here! Something just pushed the earth up!”

A little faux panic to seal the deal. Although… it was concerning not to know what had just happened.

“Oh, that? There’s no need to worry-- that was all me. One hundred percent Bo-lin.”

His voice boasted more smugness than he felt-- if only because he wasn’t sure of the how he had been able to do it. Since arriving, he’d only been able to bend three pathetic rocks a day-- so, how could he suddenly...?

Just to be sure, he lifted an arm and twisted it, successfully raising an shoot of earth a little ways off of them, amazement quirking his brow up.

“I’ve got you now, you fiend!”

He should have known better than to start a fire and cook up the questionable mushrooms he’d found lying around-- especially since he had seen those creepy crawlers lurking around! They must have caught the whiff because three of them circled around him now.

“Just remember-- YOU asked for it, wise guy!” With his limit reached and his bending ability dried up again, Bolin had resorted to fist fighting off the monsters that came his way, and this one had the nerve to strike him across the face with an open palm!

Hey, that was Paz! It looked like she was doing well, despite all of the madness that had suddenly erupted all over the city.

And her-- team of gobly-dook monsters! Right. Yeah, had she always had some? Bolin couldn’t remember seeing them with her the last couple of times--

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pilotinblue :

This was not the first team Lance had been a part of - much less thrown into - a team of strangers. And certainly not to undergo some mission. Both the Galaxy Garrison back home and Team Voltron after that had put him in such situations. Well, at least not all of them were strangers. He easily lifted an eyebrow at Korra, clearly ready to impress the girl he had failed to impress months ago.

“You know something, Bolin, I should probably take that, I am pretty qualified after all.” It wasn’t Lance’s go to sniper rifle, but it was within his wheelhouse, and watching someone who had obviously never touched a firearm play around with it made him uneasy. “Right, Korra?”

@pilotinblue  –> @deadlyfang  –> @koraava  –> @metabolinisms

With all of the commotion going on around the city, Urick didn’t think he would manage to find a partner for this beacon mess, let alone an entire team, yet here he was, three others beside him (four if you counted Bolin’s adorable rodent), with a brand new beacon kit at their disposal. All they had to do now was work together, and as Urick prepared to open his mouth, he prayed they could.

          “Hold on, Lance, I think Bolin’s perfectly capable of carrying the blasting tool.” interjected Urick, walking up beside Bolin where he then gave them a friendly pat on the shoulder. Smiling beneath the mask he wore over his head (which was literally just a brown paper bag with eye holes), Urick continues, jovially, “He’s the one that brought us all together, and in a sense, he’s practically the spirit of our little group here. I say let him have it, he’ll be fine!” Lance was probably right in thinking they themselves were more fit to hold the blasting device, and in truth, Urick had his own worries in regards to leaving said device with Bolin, but Bolin seemed so excited by the notion of wielding it. Urick didn’t want to ruin the guy’s fun! 

          “But, and this is an important but,” looking away from Lance for the time being, Urick turns his paper covered visage toward Korra, “when it comes to where we go, and what we actually aim the tool at, I feel we should defer to you, Korra. You seem like the most leader-ish of us all.” 

@pilotinblue  –> @deadlyfang  –> @koraava  –> @metabolinisms 

It was nice to be a team again. Even though she hadn’t been on the island very long, finding Bolin and Lance here was relieving. At least she didn’t have to go through this weird challenge alone… and this Urick guy seemed decent enough (even if he was wearing a paper bag… whatever). 

“I trust you with it, Bolin.” She decided, siding with Urick on this one. If for whatever reason something did go wrong then she would designate the beacon-handling to someone else. “Just, you know… be careful, don’t blow anything up.” She didn’t know what it was capable of outside it’s specific uses… what if it did blow something up? She didn’t want to deal with the consequences of that.

Okay, now that she’d been appointed the leader, she found the first location and led the group to a tall derelict building. “Alright, you’re supposed to shoot that thing up there,” She pointed as she turned her attention to Bolin. “Ready?”

@koraava​ > @metabolinisms​ > @pilotinblue​ > @deadlyfang​

“I am SO ready, Korra!” Bolin hollered with a whoop, dashing up closer to the building-- the clinking of the beacon kit followed hasty steps crunching down on gravelly path. A shameless smugness tinged his grinning as he gave his teammates a final salute before turning to properly apprise his target.

“I’ll just aim it like so--” He winked an eye to boost his accuracy (that was how the fancier members of the police force did it, right? He was sure he’d seen Mako do it at least once or twice!), and-- huh, the trigger of the thing was sort of awkward to push down on-- click.

A flash of light smacked him harder than a Pro Bending earth disc to the face, and Bolin howled, swinging his arm out to shield against the blinding rays. In his flailing, he fired once more, and the projectile of the beacon kit’s fire steered the soaring shot toward the originally intended destination. The beeping and shift in lights on the kit confirmed its successful installation.

“This is it! This is that ‘instant karma’ I’ve been hearing so much about!” Bolin cried out all the while, fumbling through colors and blots in his vision to find Korra’s friend and press the beacon kit into his arms. “You-- Lance! It’s all yours, pal! Take it-- please take it!”

The tears smothering his bloodshot eyes and inciting his sniffling were because of the light and ONLY because of the light!

“ALRIGHT, the MEME TEAM’S first meeting is now in session! Korra! Urick! Lance! We’ve got the thing-a-ma-jig and, more importantly, we’ve got the mascot--”

Bolin gestures to Pabu with a flourish of his arms. The fire ferret chirps and does a handstand in response.

“NAILED IT. Ahem, right, so-- let’s get this thing going! Ooh, oh, OH, can I hold the neat blasting thing? I wanna do the holding! Is it-- is it cool with everyone if I do the holding? I’ve got this covered, guys!” He blinks at the device’s handy map feature and points at the indicating lights quizzically. “Uh-- so, from here we’ll go... east? No, west. NO, EAST.”

“Can’t you see it?! Look at it REALLY hard, okay?!”

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