RONIN

@equalitative everyone was so jealous of us it was sad to watch, remember when dollar store zuko tried to get us /expelled/ because he gaslighted himself into believing we memorised a cheat sheet for the final?? what even was that why did he even go to our school? for a school full of intellectual elites he was such a dumbass i’m so glad we made that coalition against him 

@notaIawyer EUGH, brings me to tears, that “fucking nerd”. I think his name was Zuko, literally after the previous fire lord. Pretty sure he lost marks simply because we presented ours first. Haha! Remember when he went on a rampage about how the school needed someone other than us to win something for a change? How about get good, nerd. 

@equalitative hmm… yes.. i suppose it won’t kill me to admit that i enjoyed working with you at the time, it was far better than working with that snivelling pest who ran against you for head boy. what was his name? god he was insufferable what a fucking nerd

u are severely lost mate i think the multiverse has one too many cross overs 

kage pleaded in his mind moments before this, pleaded that ronin would be different. pleaded that his brother would open up to him that he doesn’t see the world as black and white, doesn’t see the world as benders and non, doesn’t see the world as oppressors and the oppressed because of what he was told, and not what he saw. kage was the one who had to sneak out late in the night to harness his skills, to actually be able to be who he was inside. he had to wear a mask during his street and pro bending fights, where he made his way to the top because of his blood, sweat and tears. 
            
            kage’s eyes finally pulled away to make contact with his hands, his eyes tracing the veins pumping blood throughout him. the same hands that he used to be himself. to every other eye, people would see a regular hand: a regular pale hand with bits of blue in the lines within, but kage’s hand felt different, felt like an outlier. his hand seemed like a whole different shade, shape, and color. his veins felt thicker, the blue darker, and his hand bigger. the longer he stared, the more he saw make believe differences his brain made up. 
            
            he coughed, looking up to finally make eye contact with his brother, “ i believe in you brother, and i believe in us, our mission, our fate. we WILL enact justice in this world, one way or another. ” 

@equalitative 
            
            his hands finally stopped, stuck against the fabric of his pants as his whole body and mind froze at the words of his brother. he really thought this…he really was the son of their parents. he forced himself out of his daze, but his eyes were unable to lock with ronin. “ correct brother, i couldn’t have said it better myself. ” his lips curved into an awkward smile, eyes still stuck on the plant behind the sofa his…his own brother sat upon, the same brother who just admitted his ambition to end his kind, to end kage himself. 
            
            did ronin even hear himself? did he really formulate those thoughts in his head, or was it just memory of speeches their parents forced them to endure time and time again until it stayed with them forever, until it brainwashed them, or at least HIM. silver spoons he says, as if ronin wasn’t the one who grew up with everything, as if the non bender wasn’t fed with the platinum spoon while kage was left to beg for scraps in the servants quarters because he wasn’t given enough during their actual family dinner. kage was the one who actually put his literal blood, sweat, and tears into everything he’s done in his life, he actually worked to earn his personality, while ronin inherited their parents bullshit. 

“Very well. What an inane question, brother,” he mused, settling into the sofa comfortably, legs wide in a lax position, one hand swirling the drink in his small glass. His eyes followed the dark, swirling drink as he cracked a familiar grin into its reflection, “this company /is/ us, Kage. You needn’t worry about my loyalty or dedication. I know what the family expects from me.” 
            
            He took a large gulp of his drink, hand resting over the armrest as he took in the remaining question and pondered over it. His brother wasn’t usually one to ask such questions, but Ronin was happy to appease him, completely oblivious to the other’s anxiousness and more absorbed with looking perfect. 
            
            “I couldn’t ask for anything more brother. This honour… to be bestowed on me, I will surely exceed the fam- no, everyone’s expectations. I have big plans for this revolution brother, it’s all been predetermined that I am the judge, jury, and executioner of such a fate. I am the /only/ one who can enact justice. It was my /birthright/ to lead this world into a new era of EQUALITY. To rid the world of its worshipped oppressors no matter the cost. In fact, I not only wanted this brother, but this revolution was destined to be mine- OURS- for us to lead this new world as GODS into an eternity of peace. I truly do believe that equality begins with me.”
            
            Ronin paused, unsatisfied, before his face contorted into an expression of pure hatred. 
            
            “Those revolting benders don’t stand a chance against me. While their power lies in the palms of their pristine hands, mine courses through my veins and in my intellect. Something they have never had to dirty due to their disgusting privilege. While they eat from silver spoons, I carve mine out of their blood and tears.” He let out a barking laugh, having been so consumed with contemplating his goals that he had almost forgotten that he was not alone, “does that relieve you of your concerns?” 
            
            @shadowedhonors

Ronin always made sure to wear the red and black Equalist colours when he knew he would be facing this particular detective. It was amusing to watch the slight frustration flood her features when she knew she was being taunted. At the moment, he wore a black overcoat with a long, red scarf flowing down on both ends, looking like the wealthy casino-chain owner that both he and her knew was just on the surface. He could always count on her intelligence to match his when they played. It seemed that although his brother underestimated his own rugged wit, she stayed close behind him with every move. 
            
            “Only for my favourites,” he answered, waving a hand to indicate that she sit down across from him before snapping rudely for the server to hurry. “Oh and uh, tell the waitress I’ll have a mango smoothie when she gets here. I don’t do people all that well.” 
            
            The revolutionary smiled knowingly, leaning forward, “I called you here, detective Xiang, to ask you a very important question…” he continued lowly, eyes narrowing with a whimsical challenge, “how DID you find the link between that lingerie company and the Equalists? It seemed like impossible connection! And surely, you didn’t think /Amon/ to be so debased that you found it on random epiphany.” 
            
            [ @herevidence ]

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