Avatar the Last Airbender Debate discussion

((We'll obviously role play here when the time comes.))

((Does... uhm... anyone want to start, or do you want me to?))

((Uhm, you might as well. I've no idea how to begin.))

((same here.))

((I'll try.))

Samuru Apollo was a mysterious young lad. Seventeen years old and still not married! In fact, the boy had never ever seen a girl his age. Not since grade school anyhow! And that was years ago.
What did his parents think? What did the neighbors say??
Nothing.
They said nothing, because they didn't know. Not only that, they didn't know anything about him. Because no one had seen him in nearly seven years. Not a soul's eyes had glimpsed his presence in the Avatar World in all that time.
Confused, are we? Does this boy even exist? Where was he?
Some think not, some have forgotten him. Some think he's dead. Some say recently, in the dead of the night if you walk through the Si Wong desert you can still hear his ghostly cries for help...

But those ghostly cries were not Samuru's... they belonged to somebody else.
"ROOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" The gigantic fluffy cow creature groaned. Laying on his side and kicking his six legs ferociously as he tried to bat the sickness from the air.
"Woah! Watch where you're throwing those legs, Ro! I know you're in pain but I'm trying to help you!" A boy's voice called from the shadows in the makeshift underground house.
"Ooooo...." the air bison cried. He was at least ten times the size of the boy entering the room, but his manner was that of a newborn child's.
"Quit moaning, you big baby. I have your medicine. Now open up!"
The air bison obliged, and opened his big stinky mouth. His gigantic tongue was coloured black and sticky sappy stuff oozed from the corners.
"Uck! you stink!" The boy coughed, stepping into the candlelit cave. He wore a long green cloak and leather everything. His pants were tight and hugged his legs with vine-like seems. His hair was long and sandy, hanging down past his ears and touching his shoulders. The boy wore hand crafted sandals on his feet and a pair of home made pilot goggled perched on top of his head. His eyes were light brown like his skin, warm and welcoming. Kindness radiated from his presence like an angel sent to protect.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SWINGING THOSE FREAKING LEGS ALL RIGHT?!"
Okay, maybe not an angel. But the rest was true.
This was Samuru Apollo, and his best friend was sick. Very sick.