16 August 2013 @ 01:11 am
[A clear of his throat;] Y'arr.

[If that doesn't sound unnatural, then who knows what does. Even still, Mako isn't completely aware of what's happening to him, otherwise he would have found a way to redirect himself from City central with a bounty of loot at his feet.

He proceeds with a dumb, cocky smile on his face, an expression similar to one he would wear if he told criminals after a car chase, "Looks like you have some car trouble. Good thing the police are here." Something like that.]

Sounds like a bounty of treasure hunters have been hitting the City. Well guys, today's your lucky day. Your hard work just became a whole lot easier.

Come down by the carousel to collect a telescope that will point you in the direction of buried treasure. Or, if you like a little less guesswork, I have a map where 'X' marks the spot.

[He holds up both items, and after putting them down he presents a caged parrot.]

Need a new sidekick? Got one of those too.

[The parrot crawks, and he sets that down as well. Could he look any more confident? Perhaps not. He's here to sell.]

Anyway, name's Mako. I'm down by the carousel selling some valuable wares you can't find anywhere else. Come by and I'll answer your questions.

[He closes the feed. Perhaps this is the first advertisement you've seen of his, or maybe he's ripped you off before and now you've come to give him beef. More information can be found here.]
13 June 2013 @ 03:39 am
[Mako really thinks, for a while here, that test driving a used Satomobile is going to be the best way to segue from a month of occasionally exchanging pleasantries to something more substantial. He's in the process of earning his license, so driving is important; and if there's one thing he knows about his ex-girlfriend, it's that she knows cars.

In other words, this is perfectly impersonal.

But things never work out perfectly, do they? Mako notices that the sky is transforming from sunny to overcast in a matter of odd minutes, and then the Satomobile begins to act strangely. It's like his hands are irrelevant to the steering wheel. In fact, he tests it by lifting up his palms just an inch. It's moving on its own.]

Hey, Asami. I think something's wrong with the— [BLAM!!]

”video” )
08 November 2012 @ 10:19 pm
You guys around? We need to have a little talk.

ooc; apologies on the spam!
The deities behind this place, besides cursing us... what else are they good for?
04 November 2012 @ 08:49 pm
The City opening up to visitors for a few days. How often does this sort of thing happen?

[ As much as he would love to see Bolin again (he's hoping!), it might be too hard to watch him leave a second time around. ]

I don't remember it happening last month at all.
30 September 2012 @ 12:01 am
[ It's been dark for nearly the entire day now. It literally sucks for Mako who's so used to waking up with the sun as it rises and, being a firebender, the sun plays a major part in fueling his bending and energy. Mako's currently got his communication device propped up on his bunched blankets while he's laying there with half his face swallowed up by his pillows. There's a light on in the corner but the darkness outside, to him, is starting to feel like he's suffocating in it. ]

... I'm going to assume this is another stupid curse. [ His words are half-muttered into his pillow, the grumble of discontent that follows inaudible.

Mako exhales heavily and buries his face into the pillows, reaching over to disconnect his device.
18 September 2012 @ 01:29 pm
[ Mako hasn't bothered to check the network yet this morning so he's unaware of the wtfery that's happening. This t-shirt that he's wearing, how and when it pulled itself onto his body is beyond him (did he sleepwalk and change in his sleep?) and now he seems to be stuck with it. And boooooyyyyyyy is it upsetting (apparently he's not the only one with issues that involve losing family). ]

Whatever this is-- [ He's accessed the network now. Big bold letters on his upper body read: MY PARENTS WERE MURDERED RIGHT-- ... surely anyone can guess the rest. Nonetheless, Mako looks downright furious. He'll deal with the hurt and upset that follows once he's in private. ] --whatever joke I'm missing, I'm not laughing. This is disgusting.

[ Disconnects. Really not impressed. Time to go coddle daddy's scarf. ]

[ooc; "My parents were murdered right in front of me and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Yep.]]
29 August 2012 @ 02:14 pm
[ Contrary to what some people might think, Mako actually does not sleep with his scarf. He makes sure to hang it up before climbing into bed. However ... a certain nanny-bot has gotten their hands on it, this is what Mako's woken up to as the sun begins to pop up over the horizon. He's gone and hit his communication device which had been resting on the nightstand in his scramble to get out of bed and ready himself for whatever-in-the-Spirit-World that thing is. It's camera is faced up to the ceiling. ]

Woah woah--! How did you get in here? What are you doing in my room?

--Dare I ask when the last time your scarf was bathed?

Did Bolin let you in? Korra? I bet it was Bolin.

Of course not. I merely opened the door myself. It wasn't hard you know.

Put the scarf down. If you know the way in then I'm sure you know the way out.

I will put your scarf down once I've had it washed and hung to dry. Now then--

I said - Put. The. Scarf. Down.

[ He's calm right now despite the hard tone in his voice. Maybe being firm will work? Now there's an unmistakable sound of fire igniting, the warm glow casting shadow over the ceiling and flickering. If he has to use firebending to get this thing to comply ... then so be it. ]

There's absolutely no need for violence--

[ Feed disconnects, but not before the nanny-bot had given a sharp sound of surprise and the sound of metal connecting with the floor was heard. ]

{ooc; flatmates are welcome to action. this nanny-bot when speaking reminded me of C3P0 idek...}
15 August 2012 @ 02:48 am
[ After looking the device over multiple times and trying to figure out what it did, Mako gave up on a small grunt of frustration. There was no point in pressing all the buttons--what if one set it to self-destruct? He’s soaking wet, dripping water everywhere, and to top it all off, he’s lost. Mako doesn’t have the patience or time right now to piss away with the box with buttons he’d nearly stepped on trying to get out of that fountain. Gripping it in hand he heads off to wherever, not sure where he is or how he’s landed himself here. All he knows is that he has to find Bolin and Asami, Korra and the others. Tenzin and Lin.

There was no way the airship could’ve gone down; he woke up in this place fairly unscathed. This didn't look a thing like Republic City or Air Temple Island. So what was the big deal anyway?

Where does he even begin looking? What if they’re hurt? What if Amon’s gotten to them? All these thoughts push him to quicken his step, his fingers tightening around his device. That’s when it turns on, showing on the network scenery scrolling sideways. It blurs as water drips down onto the camera portion, but the voice is there and calling out.

Bolin? Bro, now’s not the time for a game of hide-and-seek-the-fire-ferret. Asami? Sweetie, answer me please— Korra? Tenzin? Lin?