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13 October 2018 — As the leaves fade to crisp reds and yellows in Fall of 172 AG, the RCPD is no closer to finding the party responsible for the death of the Reformist activist. Is the RCPD taking sides? It seems only a matter of time before the city is in open turmoil … Read More.

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Republic City Census

There are 003 Firebenders, 003 Earthbenders, 004 Waterbenders, 002 Airbenders, 002 Nonbenders, and 003 Plot NPCs living in Republic City.
Of these citizens, there are 006 Reformists and 008 Traditionalists.

A Friendly Rematch

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That was the only way to describe the change in weather. WIth pleasure, Bian pulled her heavier wool kimonos out of the closet and put her lighter summer yukata in their place. It was perfect weather to visit the park, and she intended to make the most of the morning as possible. For today, she selected a kimono made of deep ochre wool  and an obi made of a deep red wool, with the faintest imprints of even darker red maple leaves.

Running her fingers through her short grey hair, she examined herself in her mirror with satisfaction. She may not have been a young woman any longer, but she certainly could look worse.

After leaving directions with her staff, she set off for the park.

The park was unusually empty, save for a handful of park maintenance workers and health-conscious joggers. She found herself in what was unofficially called the Pai Sho Square. This clearing was filled with wooden benches and round wooden tables, the tops of the tables painted with pai sho squares.  It was an unspoken rule in the community that the pai sho tiles were a collective responsibility, and each table was outfitted with a complete set — mismatched, collected from a hodge podge of replacements over the years for damaged tiles or tiles that went missing after a particularly inquisitive child or animal discovered it.

Fancying a game, she sat down at one of the tables and waited. Someone was bound to be along soon, and til then the neighbourhood Grandma was content puffing on her long pipe and watching the sun rise.

That was the only way to describe the state of Sung Square as it was currently, or better said, what was left of it. The square was situated near the commercial center of the city, and it was usually filled with benches and small stands that sold food to the hungry big shots that could spend a couple more Yuan on slightly better quality noodles during their lunch breaks. That was the usual scene till at least two days ago, when the vendors arrived in the morning at the sight of their precious square in ruin with the RCPD already at the scene. Some earthbender, or multiple benders, seemed to have recreated a miniature war zone in the secluded-enough square for a yet unknown reason. During the night they had ripped up the nice pavement to form projectiles, that were now scattered all about, and they erected walls of stone that seemed to be used for defense. Whether the destruction was some form of protest, or an actual fight broke about between two benders, Zong Wu hadn't found out when his company was contacted to repair the damage, nor did it actually matter for the work that needed to be done. Most of the repairs his company did were thanks to earthbenders misusing (or abusing) their power, though the scale of this particular assignment was something that hasn't happened in a while. It would take the company at least three days to fix up the square, even with a full team of benders, to restore the entire square to its former state. Zong Wu would be at the work-site himself at times to oversee the work and do some of the more precarious bending.

Zong Wu inspected the sight today personally in the early morning, as the repairs would start tomorrow now that the police were done with their investigation. He took a longer route back to the office through the park. As this was going to be the day for a while that he wasn't going to be busy with work, Wu wanted to make sure that he occupied it with things that he enjoyed. One of his favourite activities was the game of Pai Sho, which the park was excellent for, as long as there were people available to play. The short man walked in a slow pace over towards the tables, as it seemed that his prayers for an opponent of some skill seemed to have been heard by the gambling spirits. Mrs. Bian seemed to be awaiting a worthy rival of the board as she was smoking her pipe, and at this early hour it would be some time till she found one other than Wu. So, not only a game of Pai Sho, but also a good conversation as well. Excellent!

He walked over towards her, his white and gold robes as pristinely spotless as could be, and his beard neatly trimmed. When he was near the table he spoke to 'Grandma', and greeted her with enthusiasm. "Good morning! Fancy a rematch with me, my most esteemed opponent? it has been some time, but I believe that you had won the previous game." The pint-sized artisan awaited a response before he seated down, also considering the possibility that this was just the best place for her to smoke from her pipe. He was polite like that.

A familiar booming voice rang out in the morning stillness and Grandma turned her head, grinning broadly. One of her favourite people, Zong Wu, was approaching Pai Sho Square. He was small in stature but big in personality and one of the few younger people that Grandma cared to associate with on a semi-regular basis.

"Hello!" she replied, waving her pipe at the chair across from her. "It's good to see you. A rematch would be wonderful."

As Zong Wu seated himself, she moved her first tile. It was an opening gambit that had carried her to victory many times before.

"How have things been?" she queried. "Songbird's Rest has fully outfitted for the colder months, and our hot springs are as soothing as ever. I even have Chef starting to include oden and nabe for our dinners. You should stop by soon, before the festival crowds start pouring in."