The mid spring sun graced over the young Republic City, a steel spiderweb of a city just a little north of all the lands. It was a result of so many colonies and villages needing to be relocated as a result of the battles the previous avatar and exemplar waged across all the nations. Its population was simply staggering, and quickly resulted in a uniquely comfortable but still uneasy place to live. Still its a very large place, which makes it the perfect place to hide for whatever reason. Quietly as the mid day started to beam out a window and into his face, Siku groaned as he felt his ship, the Hi-Lahara, gently sway against the waters below. It was all something he became quite okay with, as his had this ship for as long as his lived in Republic City. In fact he got it quite quickly, when while looking for a home he ended up meeting a man who needed the boat sold quickly so he could skip town. Why he 'needed' to vanish like that is anyone's guess, but still Siku happily took the deal. Despite the fact that living in the docks was weird, and the ship had room he simply had no idea what to do with, Siku quite loved his home. He did his morning routine, water bending himself a crude shower, using a knife carefully to shave his face clean. Looking out to the sea and city just out in front of him. Siku got dressed in his typical water tribe clothes, having never really bothered to get anything new despite having the money and repeatedly telling himself too. Instead he quietly gathered his things, heading off of his ship and out into the city for work. The commute was a bit long and tiring as the tavern he worked at was more in the heart of the downtown area. Still though it gave a unique stroll through such a wonderfully strange place like Republic City. Seeing Earth buildings meshed in with Fire buildings. All crammed into an overall style that is not seen anywhere else. The Tavern, a long standing part of the city called 'The Sleepy Badgermole'. Built by an Earth Kingdom resident wanting to branch out and make it in a growing city. Routinely populated by those wanting a drink or a place to stay for the night. Siku just worked the main bar as his job. Getting drinks and orders out while also at times making sure things didn't get too crazy. “We have a guy coming in to play...” His boss stated simply, large and while easy to work with, a man of few words. Siku nodded as he got behind the counter, already two older looking men were being served. “Ugh, you know that embodiment neighbor I have living next to me...” One of them was telling the other, loud and slurred enough that Siku couldn't help but listen in. “He was complaining about how the landlord isn't fair to him. Because his not a bender. Who does he think he is? Should be grateful he even gets to live there.” “Yeah no kidding! I wish all the way back when the evil spirit took the embodiment that the original avatar got rid of all of them. No good pieces of...” Suddenly before the other man could finish a large water tribe knife stabbed into the wooden counter in front of them. Held by an angry Siku. “Excuse me, but we do not condone that kind of talk in this establishment.” Siku stated calmly but sternly. “Either drop it or leave.” “Oh yeah? What makes you think you're so special huh?!” One of the older man started to lean upright from their stool, the other closely following the movement. Siku sighed, pulling the knife back out of the table before putting it away. “I'm not going to warn you again, and I don't have a problem making you two leave if need be.” One of the old men was about to start making more empty threats, only to suddenly take a large glob of water from a nearby sink. Followed up with Siku sliding up onto the counter and spin kicking him in the face. The other man was about to step in when Siku spun around and nailed him in the jaw with another part of his boots. Both men staggered back when Siku spun upright, standing on the counter before leaping off. Straight at both men before planting his feet into both of them. Slamming them hard out of the tavern, through the swinging doors, and onto the streets outside in a daze. Where a blond haired, red shirted man looked on and, after looking around. Gently reached down to free the men of their finical holdings. “Thank you... and thank you....” Fang quietly muttered before chuckling and leaving. Siku flipped back up to his feet before calmly going back to behind the counter. “Anyone else want to say something bad about benders or embodiments?” He asked aloud to a silent room, there weren't many there but they were all silent. “No? Good.” Siku huffed.