And now for something completely different
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resonance_and_dSo I've been working on this fic, with the premise that it was much more than 100 years between the time Aang was frozen and the time Katara and Sokka found him. So we have the same characters, and there's still bending, but the level of technology is at the level of present-day Earth.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
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Toph and Smellerbee talk
Date: 2010-01-15 04:39 pm (UTC)“How do you do it?” Smellerbee asked. “Aren't you blind?”
“I have better hearing than most people,” Toph said, which was true.
The city was made of concrete, and that was earth. It was a city that was completely visible to her, even more than home. The buildings had their roots in granite, and they stretched up and up, fingers of stone clawing at the sky. Tunnels carried water and gas and through the city, and other tunnels had underground roads, some forgotten and some still in use. Toph could 'see' all of it, though there was so much to 'see' that she sometimes was a little overwhelmed.
“It's more than just hearing,” Smellerbee said. They were in their base- a building they squatted in, deep in the bad part of town. Toph and Smellerbee shared a room on the third floor. There had been structural problems in the building before Toph got there, but buildings were made of concrete and metal, and the cracks in the walls had disappeared one by one over the weeks since she'd joined.
Toph did not reply to Smellerbee.
“It's magic, isn't it? It's a gift from the spirits.”
“I just hear well,” Toph said, remembering exactly what had happened the last time she explained bending to someone. She turned away from Smellerbee's side of the room and pretended to sleep.