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.

Comments

Afternoon

[unflagging]

[Now, this is something to watch--and watch he does, drawing a bit closer and a bit closer, hopping out to the end of a branch to watch.

Firedancing, pyromancy, or something like it. And skillful. Nicely done. Artful.

Now, not such an unusual ability, to draw fire out of nothing (after all, he was happy to demonstrate that little trick for Roland down in that mountainside Golgotha), but an interesting one, nonetheless.

He was content to watch, but if there was a ring to fly through, he would probably do it. Just to draw attention to himself. For funsies.]

Afternoon

[anatural]

[You're in luck, crow. Korra performs a few spinkicks, creating circles of trailing flame and smoke.]

Afternoon

[unflagging]

[How opportune. He flies through them, looping, diving. It's a bit showy, but then rings of fire are a bit showy in and of themselves.

He swoops and lands on a nearby branch. And cocks an eye at her.]

Such skill, my lady.

[Yes, of course, this crow talks--but with a crow's voice, as one would expect of a crow.]

Afternoon

[anatural]

What -- [Did that crow just talk?!?!]

Afternoon

[unflagging]

[Well, yeah. Magic crow.]

I said "Such skill, my lady." Such skill to wield such power, and with such grace. How very like art, how very like a dance. A dance of fire.

Afternoon

[anatural]

[Creepy. But. Uh. Okay.]


............thanks?

Afternoon

[unflagging]

You will forgive me, my lady, if I watch?

[Just bright bird-eyes watching...]

Afternoon

[anatural]

Uh. Sure. If you want.

[Korra's never felt self-conscious about having an audience, but still, it's kind of weird having a bird watch. She shrugs it off and begins her earthbending forms.]

Afternoon

[unflagging]

[He does want. Because this is beyond interesting, this kind of casual manipulation of the classical elements. It's fascinating, it's exciting, it's smacking his supernatural senses awake, and it's making him think...]

Afternoon

[anatural]

[Don't think, little crow! Thinking is dangerous. That's why Korra does it so rarely.]

Afternoon

[unflagging]

[No, no, thinking is very important. In fact, it's one of this crow's particularly favorite pastimes. And it has served him so well over the years. So very well, indeed.]