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At this point in her career she was used to being called out at anytime of the day to investigate the collateral damage the villain of the week often caused to the average person on the street. Sitting at the wheel of her examiner’s van she sighed, her hands tightening around the wheel before she looked out the windshield of the car. Her sharp eyes widened ever so slightly, when spotting a titan at her scene. It was rare for any hero to actually stay at a crime scene especially one as depressing at this, it was rarer still for heroes like the one before her to stay.

Taking one more deep breath, Mai got out of her medical examiner’s van and followed her supervisor, her hands crossed in front of her. Letting the conversations she has heard at thousands of scenes play out until she was prompted to speak.

Returning to the Fire Nation was something that Mai was slightly aprehensive about. It had been almost two years and there was something in the wind that unsettled her as she walked into Caldara City. Her eyes glanced over the entrance to the city as her dark brows furrowed as the feeling seemed to only grow stronger. Walking onwards, her pale hands tugged the pack slung over her shoulder and ignored those around her.

Carefully Marden takes one of the many herbs that he’d collected in order to pluck a leaf off it. Glancing over at the other at her question he couldn’t help as a slightly amused smile formed upon noting her attempts to feign disinterest. It wasn’t exactly difficult for him to read her meant to be ‘unreadable’ features. “You’ll see.” Was the only answer she got, one he knew would annoy her but then, that was on purpose.

Tearing the leaf into bits he adds it into the vial he’d been putting ingredients into for a while now with said leaf being the last one. Putting a cap onto the vial he twirls it around a bit until the potion begins to pulse with a light glow that seems to change colors every few seconds. Giving it a quick look over he passes it to Mai. “Give it a small shake then hold it out from you and open it.” He instructs, rather curious to see how she’d react to the mini fireworks display that she was about to unleash.

At the response given Mai rolled her eyes and and continued to tap her fingers against her bicep. The way in which the hellhound worked when he wasn’t taking his naps was something that she had never seen before in her life. Her tawny eyes cast to the side quickly averting her gaze.

What draw her sharp eyes back to the hellhound’s form was the pulses of light from that tiny vial in his hands. A raise of a dark brow eventually heralded her getting up from her seat to look over at his handywork.

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//I might be moving akuma to my multimuse over on @diiscordandstriife but i’m still debating

BOLD : applies. italics:    sort-of applies  /  verse dependent. strikethrough:    antithetical to your muse.

MAJOR  ARCANA.   \\\          a long journey.      a feeling of raw energy.      putting a name to something unknown.     an elaborate patchwork.     unexpected catastrophes.     unexpected blessings.     vivid dreams.     sudden awakenings.     the feeling of shedding your skin.     the echoes in holy places.     bright lights.     deep shadows.     feeling the earth move beneath your feet.     wandering in museums.     the strange clarity of moonlight.     thunder & lightning.    an unfamiliar road.     coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person.

CUPS.   \\\          being overwhelmed by emotion.    finding something to celebrate every day.     finding something to mourn every day.     connecting with others.     the scent of ocean air.     making food for your friends when they’re stressed.    the remembrance of something lost.    sublime confusion.     cool colors.     a cozy cafe.     a bustling bar.     calm waters,  hidden depths.     getting tipsy in the afternoon.     summer rain.      comfy sweaters.     flowing skirts.     a house by the sea.     deep conversations after midnight.

PENTACLES.   \\\          the scent of rich soil after a rain.     hard & diligent work.      solid ground,  strong foundations.     the satisfaction of a long—awaited payoff.     generosity that comes with a catch.     work boots & heavy jeans.    silk & jewels.     resting on your laurels.      seeing your work through to the end.    harvest time.     fresh bread & rich soup.     earth tones.     jewel tones.     a lush garden.     sunlight through the trees.    dark chocolate.     a home in the farmlands.     a sprawling house in the old part of the city.

SWORDS.   \\\          the scent of fresh air.     focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional.     freshly fallen snow.     burying yourself in action.     tending to your own wounds.    a foreseeable disaster.     crisply tailored suits.     starkly elegant dresses.    refusing to admit defeat.     cold air,  clear thoughts.     old hurts.     fresh starts.     overthinking your overthinking.    the harsh glow of street lamps.     black coffee.     a cabin in the mountains.     an apartment downtown.     the quiet before the dawn.

tagged by: @bornofspring

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire, clothes covered  in  pet  hair, hot  temper,  old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak, beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos,  backpack  stuffed  full, craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   homemade bread, white  lies,  easily  excited, trying  on  hats,  band geek,  pep  talks, no impulse  control, sunsets, vintage  fashion, long  showers,  selfies,  following dreams,  rosy cheeks, song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with tequila, loves  easily, animated  storyteller, full  of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   »   list of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal clothing,  astrology  fan, messages  in  bottles,  pleated braids, speaking  up  for  friends,  feathers, motivational quotes, vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes,  trying  to  whistle,  summer camp,  apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping, saving worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin, bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers,  braided  hair, naming  potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goose  bumps, leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks,  no sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars, table  for  one, official  soundtracks,  sore  calves, trusts  themselves the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always  trying to  be  better,  wanderlust, meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist design, breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering, perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy snacks, noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms,  thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the windows  open, logical  advice, scrapbooking,  compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens,  cold morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine,  secret  romantic, last  to  get  jokes,  sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   » herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain, blinking  away  tears,   camping trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives, first  impressions, anxious  thoughts, bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too competitive,  clothes  lines,  messenger  bags,  holding grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm, candid  photos,  lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their nails, social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines, sits  in  chairs  wrong, smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   » infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in destiny,  high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness,  collection of  nail  polish,  passionate, good  grades  but  never  studies, poetry  books,  blowing kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins, envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night, earl  grey, selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, keysmashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags under  eyes,  experimental  art, flickering  bulbs, black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles of  textbooks,  cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary, indecisions, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions,  taking on  too  much  responsibility,  collections, chalk  dust,  comfy robes,  unnecessary  apologies, coming  home  after  a  long day

tagged by @bolinity​

His smile widened slightly at her comment. It was true; Mai and those knives were something deadly. He could still remember how she threw them with ease and confidence, barely having to think about the position of her hands or how hard and high to throw them; he hadn’t noted it back then of course, being too busy trying to get away from them, but now he could at least appreciate her skill.

“I was throwing a boomerang since I was a kid. My father made it for me as a toy, so he showed me the ropes. ” For a brief second, a undercurrent of sadness tinged his voice. His mouth twisted slightly as he hesitated, as if debating exactly how much he wanted to say. His boomerang was the wrong shape for hunting, intended only for returning to it’s source; it was never meant to be used the way he did. But at the end of the day it worked; he’d practiced throwing it every day since the invasion, his aim getting stronger and more precise as he learned how to work with the direction and strength of the winds, learned what angles were most effective. The space on his hip where he normally kept it felt tender, when he went back home he could make a proper hunting boomerang with his father, the way he should have years ago; still, he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of his trusty boomerang.

“I learned everything else on my own, though.” He shrugged, raising a brow at Mai. “I can’t imagine knife throwing is something most fancy fire girls do though. What made you pick it?”

Listening to Sokka talk about his past set a feeling of sorrow in her gut. Even if she rarely allowed herself to emote she prided herself on being rather astute when picking up on them in others. “I could tell you are self taught mostly.” She said glancing to where the boomerang would have been Mai couldn’t imagine being parted from her weapons for even a moment so she couldn’t imagine how vulnerable the tribseman was feeling currently. “You are still very skilled, we may have to spar one day. I hope you haven’t gotten sloppy.”

At his question, her lips thinned into a neutral expression, yet there was a thoughtful expression in her eyes before she spoke again.