The Library of Wan Shi Tong
But rest assured, the next time any foolish mortal decides to abuse that knowledge for destruction...
there will be hell to pay.
Enjoy the library.
Back in business
The library was quiet except for the occasional patter of feet as the knowledge seekers went about their daily duties obediently, arranging and rearranging the scrolls in the great library. Suddenly the air stirred. Their ears perked, knowing what this meant. The foxes dashed for the bridge in the middle of the library and sure enough, when the gust of wind had settled, there stood the master of the library, Wan Shi Tong himself.
He shook the dust and bits of sand from his feathers and greeted his knowledge seekers. “What have you lot been up to while I was away, eh?”
The foxes led him to the updated registry of scrolls, books, newspapers, and occasional Wanted poster. All was well it seemed up here while Wan Shi Tong had been away in the spirit world.
“Good work, my knowledge seekers,” he said, patting each of them on the head before retreating into his study. He still had the Eastern Sea Scrolls to attend to…
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It’s a particularly hot day in the Si Wong Desert.
I should just go back to the Spirit World to cool down…
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“I would rather be deemed foolish and make my good intent known than to be a conniving creature that is loathed and feared by all. That is the wisdom that I have obtained for myself during the time that I have spent with the highly educated mortal, Zei.” He narrowed his eyes at Koh. “What are you up to this time, Koh? Pray share, so that I may understand.” The sarcasm was heavy in Wan Shi Tong’s voice.
Koh laughed dryly at the owl’s words, amused that the bird though he cared for being seen as a conniving creature. His reputation was no secret to him and he did not care. He merely worked for what he desired. “Come now, Wan Shi Tong,” he said, moving to the other side of the spirit, “haven’t you known me longer than this? It’s no fun if I tell you everything… is it?” he grinned, “No, I rather prefer to prolong the game…”
The owl spirit barely managed to refrain himself from lashing out at Koh in anger. His expression remained a mask of cool, collected calm, but his voice contained the faintest hints of irritation. “I didn’t come here to be the subject of your petty mind tricks. Give the girl’s face back, and no harm will come upon you. And yes, that is indeed a threat.”
Koh chuckled at the owl’s words and shook his head. “Such a violent creature,” he said, blinking and changing his face to that of a young girl, “for a spirit so obsessed with knowledge, you seem very quick to resort to violence,” he grinned, “and with all of your knowledge, you still think there’s a way you can convince me to give back the girl’s face for nothing.”
The owl spirit growled. “I only resort to violence when there seems to be no other way to resolve such an issue. I had been counting on your good grace and sense, as such an old spirit such as yours may have, to release the girl’s face.” Wan Shi Tong narrowed his eyes. “But it seems that while your collection of faces has increased, your empathy has not.” His feet shifted and his claws scraped against the ground. “You have one last chance, Koh, to return the child’s face, or you will know for once how sharp I like to keep my talons.”
Koh grinned at the owl, his expression becoming more and more amused. “Good graces, Wan Shi Tong?” he repeated, “my you are a funny spirit, aren’t you?” he laughed and reared back, the legs on his many segments starting to twitch eagerly. “If you wish to test an aged spirit, then be my guest. Pity. A face stolen from the dead is nigh worthless.”
Wan Shi Tong could not help but chuckle even as he maintained a straight face. “You forget that I know many things, Koh. Including things about you.” His neck elongated, and his body engorging, the owl spirit screeched and lashed out at the face stealer with its talons, scratching his current face, then reared back for another attack.
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“I would rather be deemed foolish and make my good intent known than to be a conniving creature that is loathed and feared by all. That is the wisdom that I have obtained for myself during the time that I have spent with the highly educated mortal, Zei.” He narrowed his eyes at Koh. “What are you up to this time, Koh? Pray share, so that I may understand.” The sarcasm was heavy in Wan Shi Tong’s voice.
Koh laughed dryly at the owl’s words, amused that the bird though he cared for being seen as a conniving creature. His reputation was no secret to him and he did not care. He merely worked for what he desired. “Come now, Wan Shi Tong,” he said, moving to the other side of the spirit, “haven’t you known me longer than this? It’s no fun if I tell you everything… is it?” he grinned, “No, I rather prefer to prolong the game…”
The owl spirit barely managed to refrain himself from lashing out at Koh in anger. His expression remained a mask of cool, collected calm, but his voice contained the faintest hints of irritation. “I didn’t come here to be the subject of your petty mind tricks. Give the girl’s face back, and no harm will come upon you. And yes, that is indeed a threat.”
Koh chuckled at the owl’s words and shook his head. “Such a violent creature,” he said, blinking and changing his face to that of a young girl, “for a spirit so obsessed with knowledge, you seem very quick to resort to violence,” he grinned, “and with all of your knowledge, you still think there’s a way you can convince me to give back the girl’s face for nothing.”
The owl spirit growled. “I only resort to violence when there seems to be no other way to resolve such an issue. I had been counting on your good grace and sense, as such an old spirit such as yours may have, to release the girl’s face.” Wan Shi Tong narrowed his eyes. “But it seems that while your collection of faces has increased, your empathy has not.” His feet shifted and his claws scraped against the ground. “You have one last chance, Koh, to return the child’s face, or you will know for once how sharp I like to keep my talons.”
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Holy Spirits, you guys.
I leave for a couple of hours and come back to find that Zuko has attacked the Northern Water Tribe to try and get at my fish body.
And everybody else flipping their sh** at him.
Which I appreciate, guys. You are each fantastic.
Except for you, Zuko. You just suck a lot. Why don’t you just go make out with Sokka and we’ll all just be happy friends?
They’ll have to get past me first.
OWL SPIRIT INTERVENTION TIME.
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Still mucking about in the Spirit World…
Call it a wild goose chase if you wish, but I am determined to find the answers I seek. This could even potentially change history as we know it forever.
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Grove of Koh: Face. Back. Capiche?
Koh’s realm, Wan Shi thought to himself murkily as he made his way towards the giant, twisted tree that marked the face stealer’s domain. He never thought he’d have to return here one day. He…
“I would rather be deemed foolish and make my good intent known than to be a conniving creature that is loathed and feared by all. That is the wisdom that I have obtained for myself during the time that I have spent with the highly educated mortal, Zei.” He narrowed his eyes at Koh. “What are you up to this time, Koh? Pray share, so that I may understand.” The sarcasm was heavy in Wan Shi Tong’s voice.
Koh laughed dryly at the owl’s words, amused that the bird though he cared for being seen as a conniving creature. His reputation was no secret to him and he did not care. He merely worked for what he desired. “Come now, Wan Shi Tong,” he said, moving to the other side of the spirit, “haven’t you known me longer than this? It’s no fun if I tell you everything… is it?” he grinned, “No, I rather prefer to prolong the game…”
The owl spirit barely managed to refrain himself from lashing out at Koh in anger. His expression remained a mask of cool, collected calm, but his voice contained the faintest hints of irritation. “I didn’t come here to be the subject of your petty mind tricks. Give the girl’s face back, and no harm will come upon you. And yes, that is indeed a threat.”
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