#equalistamon

She smiled and gave a nod. Do not get flustered. Do not get flustered. So he knew your name and that you're an artist and-- Yup. Aquene could feel her cheeks grow warm. "I am. Thank you, sir. And I am well." 

Just flustered. No big deal. So he knew. She took a slow breath to calm her nerves. Being around the revolutionary leader always made her nervous (never in a bad way) and she could never figure out why. 

{♥}The brunette could help but snort, and she couldn't help but laugh a little, what was with the mask? "O-oh, I-I'm sorry..." covered her mouth trying not to laugh or smile. Once her laughter calmed and such, she introduced herself, "Welcome to Wonderland, I'm Alice Liddell, who are you?"

equalistamon started following you

Cerulean gaze turned upon the much taller male. This was definitely a surprise, such an outfit was uncommon to the child's knowledge. It made him wonder who this man was, and where he had come from-- --and specifically, why he had such an intimidating aura surrounding him. "Good afternoon," the child inclined his head. The eight year old was polite for his age, at least in the face of those he didn't know immediately.

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you."- Jim Morrison

Aang had felt the shockwaves when he was meditating in the Spirit World. Countless spirits came to him, begging for answers, for him to something, anything. 

Amon was a beacon in the Spirit World, and Aang could sense his impact anywhere. 

Aang made his trek to Republic City, and by the time Aang found him, a rally had just ended.

Aang's eyes narrowed, hoping his anger would somehow translate to Amon.