The protection money sat hidden behind his counter in a neat little stack, wrapped in brown paper, and it had been sitting there, wrapped up and ready, for six days. Akako was starting to think nobody was coming for it.
"What are you going to spend it on?"
The voice jerked her out of his reverie. "I'm sorry?"
Hyo pointed to her hand behind the counter, absently touching the packet of yuans. "They haven't come to my shop either," her neighbor told her.
"They'll be back." Akako whispered, taking her hand off the money. "Zolt doesn't need his firebending to cause us misery. He'll figure that out again."
Hyo sighed in exasperation at the old glassblower. "But nobody's even seen him since Amon-"
"Don't talk about that man!" Akako's eyes narrowed at her neighbor. Everyone was so thrilled with the absence of the Triple Threats, with the fear Amon had put into the hearts of the city gangs, with the man who had done it. "Are you here to buy, or are you just here to gossip?"
He sighed again. "Come on, Akako, I'm sure Amon's anti-bending is all talk. Look at who he took out." He waved his hands. "The man went after criminals. He's not going to muck around with little old lady glassblowers. Take the money out tonight and enjoy yourself, and stop worrying."
Akako huffed. The air in her shop had grown chilly, and she longed to feel a fire curling in her palm just to assure herself she could.
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Amon - the vigilante of Republic City
Date: 2012-12-10 09:01 pm (UTC)"What are you going to spend it on?"
The voice jerked her out of his reverie. "I'm sorry?"
Hyo pointed to her hand behind the counter, absently touching the packet of yuans. "They haven't come to my shop either," her neighbor told her.
"They'll be back." Akako whispered, taking her hand off the money. "Zolt doesn't need his firebending to cause us misery. He'll figure that out again."
Hyo sighed in exasperation at the old glassblower. "But nobody's even seen him since Amon-"
"Don't talk about that man!" Akako's eyes narrowed at her neighbor. Everyone was so thrilled with the absence of the Triple Threats, with the fear Amon had put into the hearts of the city gangs, with the man who had done it. "Are you here to buy, or are you just here to gossip?"
He sighed again. "Come on, Akako, I'm sure Amon's anti-bending is all talk. Look at who he took out." He waved his hands. "The man went after criminals. He's not going to muck around with little old lady glassblowers. Take the money out tonight and enjoy yourself, and stop worrying."
Akako huffed. The air in her shop had grown chilly, and she longed to feel a fire curling in her palm just to assure herself she could.