"Join the Equalists! Down with the Bending Masters!"
"We need a fairer government!"
"Under Lord Amon's leadership!"
On a new day, Pop, the Equalists propagandist, was still hard at work promoting their cause in the park. Only at noon, when the crowds began to thin, did he get a little rest.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Propagandist."
Suddenly hearing someone greet him, Pop looked up from his meal. When he saw who had come, he smiled.
"Oh, it's you, young lady. Do you need something?"
"Nothing."
Azula shook her head, then spoke with a touch of "concern."
"It's just that the Avatar recently came to Republic City. I heard on the radio that she might even be working with the police on something, so I was a little worried and wanted to come take a look."
"So that's it."
Pop's manner grew gentler at her words. With some pride, he said:
"Don't worry. You haven't been here long, so you might not know, but we Equalists aren't soft persimmons for anyone to squeeze. With Lord Amon's protection, even the Avatar wouldn't dare do anything to us."
"That would be wonderful!"
Azula exclaimed with "delight," but then continued, "weighed down with worry."
"But lately, we haven't heard anything at all from Lord Amon."
"A few friends of mine were originally Equalist supporters too, but with the Avatar's arrival and no activity from the Equalists lately, they don't even dare talk about the Equalists in their everyday lives anymore."
"Well-"
At these words, Pop's expression shifted uncertainly, and he angrily muttered things like "damned Avatar" and "damned Bending Masters."
"How about this."
After a while, he finally composed himself and seemed to reach a decision. Turning around, he took several leaflets from the cabinet beneath the table and handed them to Azula, lowering his