The Eastern Air Temple Training Grounds

[CupidsStunt]

I s a b e l l a & A l e x a n d e r
The H a l f Siblings.




He smiled when he asked what he wanted... For the truth was... He was perfectly happy with his life now... Traveling from tribes, to towns and learning things he'd never known on the way. Picking fights, stealing whatever he wanted, and never having to worry about a thing. Ah~ He was living the life as far as he knew his life was perfect~ Minus a few kinks here and than..

But he hadn't said a thing listening on to Taka. At the end hearing his laughter saying 'But I can't. My life does blow, doesn't it?' Before growing more serious he added. "I don't see why not... You simply leave. They found you for a replacement after all... Don't you think they'll find someone else?" He smiled now. "If you need to lay low travel with us~ Well if you get used to my push over of a sister, and my brother.... Well just stay clear of him and your fine!"

But before he could get a reply the boy was mounting a creature telling him his name and calling him blue boy he made a face. "That's ALEXANDER blue boy to you! Remember that... If... You ever catch me again!" He calls feeling proud of himself crossing his arms watching him leave...

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Isabella blinked listening to him as he spoke, crinkling her noise slightly. He had an animal-like-smell to him... It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly something would where for perfume. But hey! She had no room to talk, her bathing wasn't as frequent as it should be, and she smelled of the field she'd fallen asleep in the night before.

She smiled softly "It's no problem! I understand~ Is Pumpho... You're pet?" She asks curiously. Before Max arrived, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd hold not being in a tribe against her. To her surprise the two gave her the chance to train with them, her eyes seemed to glisten, as her face brightened.

"R-really?" She asks, she had not the slightest training after all but before she got her answer the two were off, she stumbled catching up with them. "O-of course! Thank you! Thank you guys it really means a lot!" She says bowing a few times, after all her bothers had stopped in the air bending area so she could learn more. She could dust, by blowing gusts of winds... Small ones of course. She could lift small things as well but even that was pushing it. She watched everyone position themselves curiously, her head cocked to the side, as she attempted to mimic a few of the others hoping to figure it out without being a nuisance.

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[Redneck Messiah]

Vertrouwen

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Bowser

So here it was. A new beginning to a new day. And what a better way to start that new day than with a little training. After all, if he was to be a grandmaster, he had best act like a grandmaster. There was better way to lead a people than by example. He could talk until he was blue in the face, but the simple truth was that no one would give him much thought if they didn't believe what it was he was saying. So he needed to prove to these people that he was just like they were. He still had things to learn as did they.

He found himself standing very still. For the first few moments, he did absolutely nothing as he emptied himself of anything that would be a distraction to the training process. He let the worries of yesterday slide away in a deep breath. The fears of tomorrow were expelled with the next. Breathing in and out, he readied himself for a rigorous training regime that would, hopefully, allow him to better understand his abilities with air bending.

When he was calm, there were no more distractions, he focused on himself. Taking in everything he could and understanding every inch of his body. With patience, he began to test himself. He started with his little toe. It would twitch. He would move on to his next toe. It, too, would twitch. This process continued until he had been able to physically make every muscle in his body move according to his own will. If, for some reason, he took too long making a muscle move, or found that he could not do it perfectly, he would start over.

This process could take days, even weeks, and sometimes longer, to master. He had been doing this routine every day since he was but a young man. Now, it was as natural to him as breathing. The exercise still took a few minutes. And to the untrained eye, he would simply seem to be standing there. But, once finished, he slid his body into a simple stance. Readying himself for another training exercise.

Today he would begin teaching himself a few moves he had read about in one of the scrolls. They were tough, for most. For him, they were well within grasp. he simply needed the patience, and time to master them on his own.

The first move was called a Wind Cutter. Carefully, he begane to slide forward. His body was a mark of grace that could make any dancer jealous ten times over. He had the control of a master. And he should, he was the Grandmaster. If he couldn't do something as simple as control his own body, he had no business being in that position. Faster and faster he moved. Until it looked like a blur. The air around his body was building. Coming around, he slid his foot forward in an arc and his upper body followed with fluid movement. As his torso rounded he extended his arm. The palm was as rigid as stone and in one motion he released the air he had gathered. It pushed form his fingertips in a blade like arch that followed his arm around.

When he was done, he stood up straight and began the process all over again. He would do this until he was satisfied that his technique had been perfected. He had pulled off the move correctly. But his timing, at least to him, was off a little. His positioning could have also been a bit better.