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Jonah let the small pile of coins fall into his hand, which was stained with a bit of sauce from the ribs. He was surprised to see that he mainly got silver back; the only gold that came back was 4 coins.

"Food is starting to get spendy, eh? No surprise, with the tournament going on and all..."

Jonah put the coins back into his pouch that was on a strap holding up his hakama. It was slightly heavier than before, but that was due to an obvious reason. After his change was returned to his pouch, Jonah returned to his pile of meat, devouring the ribs he had in his hand and moving onto a fresh steak that was on his plate.

(sorry, nothing yet. But I have to agree with that, Morgan says that the pictures add more too the RP rather than take away from it. Her art is gorgeous and I believe should be seen and appreciated by you all. Perhaps instead of posting the whole link you could make it a small link like: [x] for all your pictures.)

Xaio barly evaded a near dousing crash as Kurai spun to avoid colliding into him. "Man that was close," Xaio sighed as he went back to the table and found that everone had started with out him. "Oy! Save some for me," Xaio said as he sat down and loaded his tray with the heart, ribs, and started to eat as well. Xaio never did get to eat meat when he lived at the monestary for a while, and got plenty of it when his father adopted him and he lived there.

When you live by yourself for about a week you tend to forgo all mannerisms, which was apparent as Xaio's face and hands' were covered with sauce and small bits of meat. Xaio realized what was going on when Kurai, who had been sitting next to him, hit her head on the table. Xaio was about to ask if everything was alright when she left the table with the plate she had broken. A Xaio continued to eat he noticed the small droplet of blood on the table.

Seth was already winded for using a lot of his chi already. He saw the stalagmites come toward him and he ran out of time to think. They hit him and bounced Seth into the air and into the wall behind him. Seth fell to his face and he layed on the ground. Seth got up after a couple of seconds, but he got up very slowly.
Seth got to his feet and got ready for what else Milo has for him. He knew that he couldn't defend from attacks from the ground. He was better in defending attacks from infront of him. Sinse the ground was rock there is no water below him to bend. Seth got into a defence position. He was still thinking on how to protect him from the ground. There was a slight pain in his stomach but he ignored it for the time being.

From his sitting point, Zorin simply watched the others as they ate and enjoyed themselves. His mind had reverted back to its normal blank state, and he was ready for some new thoughts. He then waited.

Nothing really came up, so he decided to move out of the alley. He hastily re-attached his breath mask and goggles before standing up. However, when he stood, he felt his weight sink slightly into the ground, pulling him off weight.

"Oh yeah..." he muttered, looking at the ground. Also was the wall he had somewhat carelessly thrown away. He looked back into the Dojo and took a deep breath.

"Excuse me." he said. "I'm just gonna go wait at the entrance to the dojo. However, as gratitude, I'm gonna fix up the area quietly." He motioned to the ground and wall.

Zorin took in a deep breath and held his closed hands out in front of his hips in a ready position. He opened his hands and placed them together, meeting his fingers and thumbs to form a kite shape. He slowly raised his hands up and over his head, breathing slowly as they crept inch by inch towards the sky. When his hands were only a foot over the top of his head, he quickly thrust them apart from each other by two inches. The ground directly beneath him trembled slightly, but it was not noticeable enough to even shake a thimble off a table. He then slowly started lowering his hands, moving them along a large, invisible circle around him. As he did so, the sand beneath around his feet began rejoining itself and compacting to form solid rock. The sand all around began to move and swirl as it reformed into its original state. Soon, his hands were at the sides of Zorin's hips, and every inch of the ground was now back to solid stone. He then slowly started to raise his hands up and move them out in front of his body, stopping when they were parallel to his chest. He then thrust his hands back into the kite shape that he had started in and the ground underneath his feet raised him up until he was back to level with the rest of the street. After this, he rested with his hands on his knees. After a few quick breaths, he assumed a deep stance with his hands as closed fists by his hips. The vibration then stopped.

"Now for the wall." he muttered. "Slowly, he closed his eyes and prepared to for his new task. After a deep breath, he put his right hand directly out from the elbow, making it perpendicular to his body, and parallel to the ground. He could feel his concentration circulate around the immense stone, almost like he was holding it in his own two hands. He raised up his fist slowly and felt the weight of the rock move with it. Opening his eyes, he began to move his arm to the left, slowly pulling the rock through the air. Finally, when his right arm was nearly parallel to his chest, the stone slab was in position to be put back in its place. He opened his left hand to an open palm and slowly pushed forward with it, moving the stone slab forwards. It slowly filled the opening, and made a dull 'thud' when it couldn't move anymore. At that, Zorin closed his left hand and pulled it back to his side. Then, he opened his right hand so that his fingers were all parallel to each other. He began to slowly move it back to the right, joining the stone together with the wall. Eventually, with only a few small tremors, the outline of the hole had all but vanished and Zorin was back in his deep stance that he had started with. He then straightened up and headed to the front gate of the training hall.
(Training: 4 *4*)

Jonah initially felt bad about his unecessarily rough behavior back then, giving him the idea to try and do some repennance.

"Excuse me for a moment..."

He got up from the dinner table, heading over to see how the desert bender was faring as far as bending the wall back to its original state. There were some rough cracks from where the wall slab was seperated from the rest of itself, but Jonah could fix that.

Using his initial bending stance, he bent the sand that was outside to seep in through the cracks by pulling it in, stopping it from spilling inside. Then with a closed fist motion, he melded the sand together to form an earth-like glue, solidifying the wall in place.

"That should do it..." Jonah returned to a normal composure, heading towards the main gate of the Earth Dojo to meet the desert bender and apologize for his rough display of positive jin bending.

Omashu was actually sort of boring. The one good thing about it was that the constant shuffling of the mail carts left alot of sandy residue. There wasn't much sand outside of the desert so Shai-li was glad to have any amount of sand to bend. He was still bored out of him mind though even as he waved the sand around. But he figured that if he stayed here long enough, he'd run intto his brother. Or better yet, the Avatar.