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“Robin Hood...” the name left him like a sigh, but a vague chiding in the back of his head urged him to keep things cordial.

When Gen had been hoping for beaches during the holidays, she had envisioned bikini weather. Not that she was opposed to the Hamptons, occasionally having summered there even if she tended to prefer like St Bart's. Still even Gen couldn't turn down the opportunity to escape from a Crane Family Holiday after having about a week of it, so she was lazily sprawled out on the couch as maybe the fiftieth Hallmark movie started playing.

No Gen didn't know who'd put them on but she wasn't sure that she could be bothered to change it and sue her she loved being bitchy.

"How many holiday themed monarchies does this fictional planet have?" Gen snorted "Why is this like the millionth prince of Caucasia,"

Though rarely does he interact with children [anymore] Hermenost does have a soft , if rather scarred feeling towards them. After all, he thinks that those who were kidnapped were real children, unlike the illusions that inhabit this city. 

 “Young man, would you care to help me with some gardening? I have been gone for quiet a long time and this church needs some...weeding.”

So maybe spending more than half the day trying to get her restricted powers to work wasn’t the greatest idea Mirai’s ever had, especially since they required her own blood. The mixture of her stubbornness and frustration at the whole situation did allow her to figure out the current extent of her abilities, but it also resulted in her feeling pretty anemic and almost passing out on her way to her place. As she dragged her feet along, she wondered about who her housemates were. She had yet to meet all of them since she spent most of her time exploring and trying to find answers, and while she was sure meeting them in blood stained clothes wouldn’t be the best of first impressions, she had no choice but to go home and risk seeing them. She had to eat something and rest.

Once she got to her townhouse, Mirai pressed her ear to the door, listening for any signs of life. To her relief, there was nothing. That was her chance! As soon as she turned and pushed the knob to enter, she felt a bump as the door made impact with something on the other side - or rather, as it turned out, someone.

    The library is the least likely place to find the young Avatar, reading big, heavy books wasn't really her thing. Yet here she was, peering down each aisle with intent. She'd been told that this library contained knowledge from all kinds of worlds, maybe even ones about this city. The more she understood the better the chances are of her getting out of here, so despite the reluctance she presses on.

    Although curiosity peaks when she comes across a book opened up on one of the tables. The front cover is odd, and written within are some strange descriptions. She doesn't think there's any harm in reading aloud those words...of course she couldn't have been more wrong. "Let's see...grant me the power of holy lightning and rain judgement upon this foreign land...that doesn't sound too friendly." Little did she realise as sparks begin to fly from the book. "Huh?" A bright glow emitting from the pages, cracks of thunder are heard and she realises too late that her words have erupted some sort of spell. "Oh! Oh no um...cancel! Stop? Er..." failed attempts to cease the onslaught of small sparks that were gradually getting bigger. In the end she snaps the book shut and throws it out the nearby window, a large explosion is heard not long after.

    "Phew, that could have been bad...what kind of book was that even, definitely not kid friendly," or Korra friendly. It's then that she turns back to see a woman standing there, a similar book in her hands.