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I'm the Avatar, and you gotta deal with it!
When; Grab Bag Weekend!
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Korra and anybody else
Summary; Korra wakes up Saturday morning with her full Avatar powers...and no memory of the City.
Log;
When Korra opens her eyes Saturday morning, it's to find herself in a strange bed.
She spends a moment staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what's happening. Trying to remember what happened that would have brought her here. But there's nothing. The last thing she remembers is kissing Mako.
Mako... Maybe he's here. She rolls out of bed. If he's here, if any of her friends are here, she'll find them.
And if she finds the person who kidnapped her, she's going to make him regret being born.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Korra and anybody else
Summary; Korra wakes up Saturday morning with her full Avatar powers...and no memory of the City.
Log;
When Korra opens her eyes Saturday morning, it's to find herself in a strange bed.
She spends a moment staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what's happening. Trying to remember what happened that would have brought her here. But there's nothing. The last thing she remembers is kissing Mako.
Mako... Maybe he's here. She rolls out of bed. If he's here, if any of her friends are here, she'll find them.
And if she finds the person who kidnapped her, she's going to make him regret being born.
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ (Except, watching her, he feels a haze of emotion so tangled and sharp it's almost sister to regret, and he can't begin to dissect it rationally. He just knows it's there, and it's been there for awhile. Exactly how long is something he'd rather not consider right now.) ]
It doesn't matter. Ignorance is bliss for a reason. [ Because he'd rather have her at his throat, than reveal what he's keeping from her. The destruction of his blood-sodden sleeve gets a raised eyebrow. But the whole tac-suit will need replacement anyway. He stands patiently for her ministrations, not like a prisoner biding his time, but like a well-behaved soldier. The wound throbs deeply, but he doesn't let it show. He just rolls his neck from side to side, working out the kinks before fixing her with that same level stare. ]
[ It's neither warm nor cool. But it's not the look of an enemy. It's too intimate. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
People only say that when they know stuff. [sullen]
[Healing him is more difficult than she'd expected. His chi is a huge mess, far beyond her ability to deal with. The best she can do is try to work around the blockages, and even that requires that she tap into the Avatar state again. After she finally knits the flesh of his arm back together, she moves to his ribs. How had he managed to fight with his ribcage in this condition?
Not just fight... it's hard to forget about the bodies of the monsters surrounding them. She's not Aang; the fact of their deaths doesn't bother her. But the scale of destruction is eerie, and she can't make sense of any of it.
Ignorance isn't bliss. Ignorance is vulnerability, and Korra doesn't like it.]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ He'd rather not pickle his brain trying to suss it out. ]
[ He raises his arms so she can manage his ribs. He doesn't flinch, but there's a hitch in his breathing. Something inside doesn't feel right. But if not for the healing, Hei suspects that not-rightness would've been with him for awhile. (Not that anyone would be able to tell with 'Li'. That scarecrow is always hunched over like a poster-child for lousy posture.) ]
Especially when it's 'stuff' other people are better off not knowing.
[ The corners of his lips quirk the slightest bit. It's a dry tease, meant to keep things offhand and interesting as if they're friends on their way to grab muffins and a latte, even if he has no intention of sticking around once she's finished patching him up. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
That's not for you to decide.
[She's had other people deciding what's best for her for seventeen years now. This "Li" person isn't one of her parents or Tenzin or one of her bending masters. As far as she's concerned, he's a total stranger and he gets no say in what she's "better" off knowing or not knowing.
She might have knit his ribs together with a little extra force. Petty revenge.]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ He makes no complaint at the extra zing in her healing. His shoulders shift and flex slightly at the sensation, but there's no move to escape her. Not yet. Lowering his arms at level with his ribs, he clenches and unclenches his palms experimentally, shifting into what looks like the first form of a port de bras exercise. It's not too far off: he's checking the stiffness in his joints, the smoothness in his muscles. ]
[ There's still the dull twinge of bruises here and there. But it's nothing he can't ignore. His focus goes back to Korra's face. He gives her a strange look -- the kind that might make her feel a bit like a little girl, but one who is very singularly endearing. A moment later the gaze shutters into perfect blankness. ] Ask yourself that once it's midnight. [ He doesn't explain himself further. In the space of a heartbeat, he's launched a cable up at the closest rooftop. Before she tries to stop him, he's swept off his feet and rocketed into the air. He knows the Underground far better than her. With a hundred nooks and crannies to slip into, it'll be impossible to track him down. ]
[ (He leaves his mask behind, the surface pitted and bloodsplattered. Consider it a souvenir. Or break it to pieces, if you like. He has spares.) ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
Creepy jerk. Even though she didn't really get any answers from him, Korra's glad he's gone. She sets his mask on fire, feeling comforted as she watches it burn.
She's still lost, though. And tired from healing him. Great.]
Stupid jerk.