Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 22:59:02 GMT -6
It's the day of the action.
Michi gets herself up early, dresses in loose, light and most importantly dark and nondescript clothing, ties a bandana round her neck so she can mask up later on, and grabs her supplies: a stack of cheaply printed leaflets, a wooden flask for water and a small satchel containing a light lunch she can eat on the move. As she leaves the house, she picks up the banner she's spent the last month embroidering each night afer work: "Power comes not from the elements but the struggling masses!"
By late morning, a large crowd of angry, disaffected nonbenders has joined her at the docks, buzzing with nervousness and (Michi hopes) revolutionary fervour. Homemade banners have been unfurled - some with the old, familiar 平, but most featuring new symbols - and the air is thick with chanting and shouted slogans. Michi hurries to and fro with her leaflets and banner, shouting her own words of encouragement to her friends and comrades. This is it. This is where she feels not just alive, but something a little bit like hope.
The sun glitters off the distant statue of Avatar Aang, and she makes a rude gesture at it. Someone next to her cheers. She grins under her mask.
The plan is simple enough: when the signal goes up, they march three streets away to the square in front of the police department, make a lot of noise, get the journalists to take down the list of demands and stick around until the police force them out of the square. A nonviolent demonstration, to keep the fires burning and keep equalist narratives in the papers while they rebuild from Amon's defeat. As much as Michi would enjoy cracking some heads, she hopes the police toe the line today. A lot of the more experienced activists, trained to fight benders by the Equalists, were killed or locked up in the wake of Amon's rebellion. Perhaps if this demonstration goes well, there will be enough public pressure to get some of them released. But for now, this crowd is not ready to finish any fights.
There's half an hour or so yet until they start moving, so Michi passes her banner to a nearby comrade, and squeezes through the crowd to the margins. Onlookers have gathered, keeping their distance from the demonstrators. Some of them are obviously bender gangs reckless enough to jeer at them (can she see fear in their eyes?), but the bulk seem to be dock workers on their lunch break, curious to see what all the fuss is about. Time to get the word out, maybe even find some recruits.
That girl looks likely. Michi hefts her leaflets and walks over, fixing the girl in her gaze and smiling in a way she hopes is amiable.
Michi gets herself up early, dresses in loose, light and most importantly dark and nondescript clothing, ties a bandana round her neck so she can mask up later on, and grabs her supplies: a stack of cheaply printed leaflets, a wooden flask for water and a small satchel containing a light lunch she can eat on the move. As she leaves the house, she picks up the banner she's spent the last month embroidering each night afer work: "Power comes not from the elements but the struggling masses!"
By late morning, a large crowd of angry, disaffected nonbenders has joined her at the docks, buzzing with nervousness and (Michi hopes) revolutionary fervour. Homemade banners have been unfurled - some with the old, familiar 平, but most featuring new symbols - and the air is thick with chanting and shouted slogans. Michi hurries to and fro with her leaflets and banner, shouting her own words of encouragement to her friends and comrades. This is it. This is where she feels not just alive, but something a little bit like hope.
The sun glitters off the distant statue of Avatar Aang, and she makes a rude gesture at it. Someone next to her cheers. She grins under her mask.
The plan is simple enough: when the signal goes up, they march three streets away to the square in front of the police department, make a lot of noise, get the journalists to take down the list of demands and stick around until the police force them out of the square. A nonviolent demonstration, to keep the fires burning and keep equalist narratives in the papers while they rebuild from Amon's defeat. As much as Michi would enjoy cracking some heads, she hopes the police toe the line today. A lot of the more experienced activists, trained to fight benders by the Equalists, were killed or locked up in the wake of Amon's rebellion. Perhaps if this demonstration goes well, there will be enough public pressure to get some of them released. But for now, this crowd is not ready to finish any fights.
There's half an hour or so yet until they start moving, so Michi passes her banner to a nearby comrade, and squeezes through the crowd to the margins. Onlookers have gathered, keeping their distance from the demonstrators. Some of them are obviously bender gangs reckless enough to jeer at them (can she see fear in their eyes?), but the bulk seem to be dock workers on their lunch break, curious to see what all the fuss is about. Time to get the word out, maybe even find some recruits.
That girl looks likely. Michi hefts her leaflets and walks over, fixing the girl in her gaze and smiling in a way she hopes is amiable.