[ The festival is nostalgic, reminding Bolin of the lights and festivities of the Southern Water Tribe. The primary difference being that this time, he's alone. He'd gotten used to isolation working under Kuvira; Team Avatar had essentially gone their separate ways after Korra had left Republic City. It was strange for him to travel to new places without his brother, and Varrick was a sore replacement, but he'd been forced to adapt, unwilling to remain stagnant while Asami and Mako progressed and progressed.
So perhaps Bolin isn't as lonely as he navigates the crowds, his staff strapped across his back. He's trying to adjust to not having his bending, acclimating to the need to actually carry a weapon with him. He thinks of it something like having Pabu has a permanent fixture on his back, if Pabu was cold and stiff and potentially deadly. (As for his sheep, he'd left her behind, unwilling to deal with the chaos she'd create.)
It turns out to be lucky that he has weapon with him, in any case, when, as his gaze drifts over the crowd, he catches sight of a monkey, a mischievous little thing, carefully pawing at another man's waist. It's odd enough that it gets Bolin's eyebrows to furrow, wondering if it's a Carrier before—realization hits! That monkey's trying to be a pickpocket!
It's not instinct for Bolin to turn to his staff, but he'd always been capable at making the most of his surroundings, both inanimate and animate, so the motion of drawing the staff from his back is fluid. He's too far to reach the monkey with just his hands, but with his staff—he strikes, hard and with intent. ]
Got'cha!
CLOSED TO SETSUNA.
[ The festival is garnering more attention now. Bolin, though competent in battle in regards to spatial reasoning, bumbles around a bit more awkwardly this evening. It seems like everyone but himself knows which way to surge and gather, whereas by the time he manages to stumble into places the spectacles have already disbanded. Maybe he'd be better off back at the dormitory, he's become the kind of grump that looks at the joy of others and just sighs forlornly. (He misses his friends and home.)
In his desire for companionship (he hadn't been able to catch his roommates to have them accompany him), he'd actually opted to bring his Carrier along for the evening, and as expected, it was a mistake. The sheep had immediately taken to fighting with one of the monkeys, and while the on-lookers gasped in horror, Bolin just quietly backed away.
That had also been a mistake, because now the young earthbender is overcome with guilt, wondering what kind of havoc his Carrier is wreaking, and searching for the sheep in a crowd of too many when, during a frantic swivel of his head, he doesn't notice another young man until he's bumping rather roughly into his back. ]
Oh— sorry! [ He jerks back, both alarmed and apologetic. ] Sorry!
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[ The festival is nostalgic, reminding Bolin of the lights and festivities of the Southern Water Tribe. The primary difference being that this time, he's alone. He'd gotten used to isolation working under Kuvira; Team Avatar had essentially gone their separate ways after Korra had left Republic City. It was strange for him to travel to new places without his brother, and Varrick was a sore replacement, but he'd been forced to adapt, unwilling to remain stagnant while Asami and Mako progressed and progressed.
So perhaps Bolin isn't as lonely as he navigates the crowds, his staff strapped across his back. He's trying to adjust to not having his bending, acclimating to the need to actually carry a weapon with him. He thinks of it something like having Pabu has a permanent fixture on his back, if Pabu was cold and stiff and potentially deadly. (As for his sheep, he'd left her behind, unwilling to deal with the chaos she'd create.)
It turns out to be lucky that he has weapon with him, in any case, when, as his gaze drifts over the crowd, he catches sight of a monkey, a mischievous little thing, carefully pawing at another man's waist. It's odd enough that it gets Bolin's eyebrows to furrow, wondering if it's a Carrier before—realization hits! That monkey's trying to be a pickpocket!
It's not instinct for Bolin to turn to his staff, but he'd always been capable at making the most of his surroundings, both inanimate and animate, so the motion of drawing the staff from his back is fluid. He's too far to reach the monkey with just his hands, but with his staff—he strikes, hard and with intent. ]
Got'cha!
CLOSED TO SETSUNA.
[ The festival is garnering more attention now. Bolin, though competent in battle in regards to spatial reasoning, bumbles around a bit more awkwardly this evening. It seems like everyone but himself knows which way to surge and gather, whereas by the time he manages to stumble into places the spectacles have already disbanded. Maybe he'd be better off back at the dormitory, he's become the kind of grump that looks at the joy of others and just sighs forlornly. (He misses his friends and home.)
In his desire for companionship (he hadn't been able to catch his roommates to have them accompany him), he'd actually opted to bring his Carrier along for the evening, and as expected, it was a mistake. The sheep had immediately taken to fighting with one of the monkeys, and while the on-lookers gasped in horror, Bolin just quietly backed away.
That had also been a mistake, because now the young earthbender is overcome with guilt, wondering what kind of havoc his Carrier is wreaking, and searching for the sheep in a crowd of too many when, during a frantic swivel of his head, he doesn't notice another young man until he's bumping rather roughly into his back. ]
Oh— sorry! [ He jerks back, both alarmed and apologetic. ] Sorry!