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The boy perked hopefully and snapped his glider closed before leaning on it. It seemed that he was having trouble standing upright without support.
"Do you know anywhere better I can take off from?"
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House sat on the windowsill and eyed the kid. Even without mentioning that he was healing, it was obvious he wasn't operating at 100%. House didn't know if this kid was real or a fractured part of his psyche but as semi-adult person, and one with a medical degree to boot, he thought maybe he should say something.
"Are you sure that's the best idea, though? I know you said no one told you you couldn't, but jumping from buildings is not generally considered the best therapeutic choice."
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"I guess it's not really for most people, but I'm an Air Nomad. We jump off stuff all the time!" The smile quickly became more earnest. "And the best part is that using a glider means I don't need to move around my arms and legs to bend the air, so I won't hurt myself."
Or, well, he wouldn't hurt himself during the actual flying. Landing might cause trouble.
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He scratched his chin for a moment, allowing the crazier of his theories to sort themselves out to the bottom of the list, leaving him with...slightly less crazy theories. He needed more data.
"At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot--what do you mean by 'bend' air?"
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He bit his lip, rocking on the balls of his feet. "Bending's like... it's... okay, it's pretty hard to describe if you haven't seen it. Just watch."
He put aside his staff for a moment and raised his arms, taking a breath before twisting and jumping in place. For a brief moment, there's and audible, visible ball of churning air hugged in his arms, and then he thrusts it downward before linking his hands together and sitting on it. He's literally sitting in a meditative position on a ball of air.
If House knew anything about martial arts and the different styles, he might be able to identify Ba Gua Zhang.
The boy floated there for a moment with a smile, then his entire body seized with pain, ruining his posture, and the air ball released itself with a powerful gust of wind in all directions, allowing the boy to land hard on the ground.
"Ow..." He groaned softly before there was another softer gust of wind, catching his clothes and pulling him up just enough so he could put his feet underneath himself and he was standing again. "Sorry... I'm usually better at that."
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"Come sit," he said, patting the ledge next to him. The kid was obviously not as healthy as he wanted to think he was. While House generally left people to their own stupid choices, kids were a little different. They couldn't be expected to understand the full scopes of potential consequences.
Also, he didn't want to run the risk of having to explain why there was a dead kid in hall with him. That could get awkward.
"So how do you do that?" he asked, moving his hands in an imitation of what the kid had just done. "Is there some kind of technology you use?"
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He moved his wrist gently in circular motions, summoning a tiny version of the churning ball of air he had just been sitting on. It whirred softly just above his palm, building up momentum just by spinning.
"It's... well, my airbending master described it as using the energy inside yourself to manipulate the elements. It's something you're born with, but you have to learn and practice a lot if you want to be good at it."
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"So this kind of thing is normal for your people? What happens if two people try to 'bend' the air at the same time?"
Then, because he was a curious child at heart, House stuck his finger into the whirling ball of air above the kid's hand.
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And then House touched the ball, and it burst into a gust of wind blowing in all directions with a FSWIP noise. The boy startled, then started to laugh. He immediately made another ball of air.
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"Nice party trick," he said as he settled himself back on the ledge. "How strong can you make the wind?"
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(He was totally showing off.)
"Uh..." He paused, closing his fist on the air ball and allowing it to dissipate. "Well... I've never really tried doing it as hard as I could. The monks told me it could cause a lot of damage if I did. I could probably wear through rocks if I tried."
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"Seriously?" House looked down at the boy with a decidedly skeptical expression. "You do know it takes a gazillion years for normal wind to erode a rock, right?" Okay, possibly a slight exaggeration, not to mention gazillion wasn't a real number. It did lead to another question however. "How would something like that affect you? Don't you have to use your own energy to...bend?"
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Honestly, Aang had never been asked any of these questions. Back home, everyone just accepted bending as a fact of life. He rested his hands in his lap and kicked his legs absently in the air as he thought.
"Well... it depends on how good of a bender you are. If a beginner airbender tried something like that, they wouldn't be able to do it. And they might strain something."
He reached up and tapped on the arrow on his head. "These tattoos mean that I've mastered air. As you get better at an element, you get better at moving around and focusing your chi. If you know how to do it right and you're used to dealing with that much power, then the worst you get is feeling tired at the end of the day."
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He started twirling his cane as he tried to process all the information. "Are you some kind of prodigy? You seem awful young to be a master of anything."
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He could just agree that he was a prodigy, was the first thing that he thought. He could just say he was a prodigy and change the subject. He didn't have to admit to being the Avatar, expected to save the world at the age of twelve. The man probably wouldn't know either way.
No, Aang mentally scolded himself. Didn't he just go over with Guru Pathik that lying about his identity was bad?
"I, uh... yeah, I am." He avoided House's eyes and fingered his glider. "I'm the Avatar. I guess if your world doesn't have bending, it doesn't of an Avatar, right?"
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He studied the kid silently for a moment, still idly spinning his cane. As far as he could tell, the kid didn't seem nearly as comfortable talking about his status as he had been about his abilities. House didn't think that was too odd. Being a prodigy, being special, wasn't always all that easy.
"So what's your name? I'm not supposed to call you The Avatar, am I?"
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He put his staff aside for a moment before standing up, putting on fist in his hand and bowing. The motion is a little stiff around the back, but it's sincere. "I'm Aang. Sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner."
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"Good to meet you. I'm Greg." He offered his hand because, well, if they were going to make this official, then it had to be sealed with a handshake. "And just so you know, I'm a doctor, and I say Avatar or no Avatar, you really do need to find a safer way to amuse yourself for a few days. A nice game of chess, perhaps."
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He smiled widely and clasped Greg's hand in his before shaking. "Good to meet you too, Greg. One question..." He released Greg's hand with big, curious eyes. "What's chess?"