[OOC: A better idea? After you basically came up with a 1930s The Shadow-esque pulp plot and translated it perfectly to an Avatar-universe context? :P I'm so in, I might buy property on this idea.]
The moment she looks in the downstairs window, she's stuck on the horns of a dilemma. She can see what looks like a cook, earthbending - and holding off something or someone doing it from the other side. And they're losing, slowly, being pushed back towards the wall.
She wants to go after Iroh, make sure the old stranger isn't getting into harm's way, but this - this takes precedence.
"Ok, here we go," she says, taking a deep breath. She kicks open the window, taking a few steps back then a running start to slide herself in, tumbling onto the floor below and coming up, hands held out in a classic earthbender stance - adding her own force to the cook's.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help, citizen!" she says. And then, inwardly, groans. She'll berate herself for that one later.
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The moment she looks in the downstairs window, she's stuck on the horns of a dilemma. She can see what looks like a cook, earthbending - and holding off something or someone doing it from the other side. And they're losing, slowly, being pushed back towards the wall.
She wants to go after Iroh, make sure the old stranger isn't getting into harm's way, but this - this takes precedence.
"Ok, here we go," she says, taking a deep breath. She kicks open the window, taking a few steps back then a running start to slide herself in, tumbling onto the floor below and coming up, hands held out in a classic earthbender stance - adding her own force to the cook's.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help, citizen!" she says. And then, inwardly, groans. She'll berate herself for that one later.