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Lesson Learnt...Kinda[Late June, 1997]
Clint is bored.
When he volunteered to accompany his older brother to Johto for the summer, the twelve-year-old boy assumes that they would be exploring the new region and discovering Pokémon uncommon in Unova…not spending all of their time in some rinky-dink town located near the mountains. His brother assures him that they will head to Lake of Rage tomorrow, except that is what he said yesterday and the day before that…and the day before that one.
So now, here he is, brooding in the Pokémon Center's vacant sitting area while rolling a Pokéball in his hand. His brother disappeared early in the morning on some mysterious errand, leaving the boy to his own devices; some trip this turned out to be.
Clint can seek out and challenge someone to a Pokémon battle to stave off his boredom, but the trainers that traipse in and out of the center daily are bigger and clearly more experienced than he is; he learnt a long time ago never to
Legend of Korra - FathomingNoatok knows.
He knows what his brother is planning.
After being around Sato's inventions for so long, he is familiar with the distinct clicks of an electric gauntlet powering up.
He knows he can stop him.
He can send out a water whip to subdue his dear brother or bloodbend him into submission…yet he does nothing.
His loyal lieutenant.
The slight squeak of the gas cap unscrewing drums heavily in his ears. The crackling electricity hums louder than the motorboat's engine.
He and Tarrlok cannot go back to how things were before the unpleasantness.
He knows this is where it ends.
There is no need for words anymore. Both brothers are silent when fire and metal engulf them.
DLV: Future LostA maid's work is never done.
Mornings are filled with preparation. Baths are drawn, clothes are pressed, breakfast is cooked, and supplies are gathered. Servants bustle around the castle as they get ready for another day's work and catering to their Master and home.
While her father heads for the kitchens, Lia is whisked away by the head maid and immediately put to work by cleaning the first floor windows. It is a hard task by herself but she diligently perseveres, wanting everything to be perfect for the Master.
Once the afternoon rolls around, Lia takes a quick break, consisting of tea and croissants, in the kitchen, happily chatting with her father and Mrs. Potts, before scurrying to her lessons with Chip. Both youngsters manage to get a full hour done before their tutor ends the session for the day.
After lessons are over, it is back to work cleaning the windows on the second floor and polishing the vases in the study. Chip often helps her by fetching more cloths and water, which e
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