[Jurinjo]

Sitting in a relatively secluded area of the Republic City's park grounds Taku wrestled with a small box that was his own personal project. The history of the young man would show he didn't personally follow all the old philosophies and traditions of the air nomads. But the lessons of his mother did instill a respect for them. His project was likely far from ever being complete but the ultimate goal was to disorient a person chiflow from a range- thus keeping someone from bending. Like all technologies it came with the danger of abuse but Taku saw it's more peaceful purposes in places like prisons and riot control.

The young teen after inspecting it over, apparently satisfied, put the mysterious little box, that looked suspiciously like a camera, away. He needed somewhere and some way to test his device without harming a bender. Taku was short of ideas that didn't involve aiming an untested device at some hired stranger.

He looked through the leaves of the trees he was under; a gust of wind blew mind. Taku breathed it in with a smile. He'd broke his glider, what felt like, ages ago. He missed flying. But for all his mechanical skill he couldn't figure out how to construct one. It was aggravating considering he could get his hands on a new one easily if he just wasn't so prideful.