I'm the Avatar, and you gotta deal with it!

[anatural]

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.

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Sunday - Nighttime ♥

[mortemscintilla]

[ The dynamic of their usual relationship is now exaggerated. Her with bare rudiments of info, poking and prodding. Him with an entire library of secrets, and no inclination to open the gates and share. He doesn't know how she's knitting his torn flesh back together. The idea of qi doesn't even occur to him. Hei has an aptitude for math and physics, but it's in people that his expertise lies -- in gauging weaknesses and wants. There's so much mysterious phenomenon in his homeworld, but he shelves that into the still-uncharted sphere of science. Korra's world is similar, but different too. It's based on mysticism and magic. ]

[ 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 ♥

[anatural]

[She scowls. (She'd scowl even more if she knew he compared bending to magic. BENDING IS NOT MAGIC.)]

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 ♥

[mortemscintilla]

[ (Not magic. But not particularly scientific either.) ]

[ 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 ♥

[anatural]

[SERIOUSLY?!??!?!??!?! Talk about melodramatic. What is he, some kind of traveling actor (who also kills monsters)?

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.