markofthebrave | [Action, Accidental to Purposeful Voice] .033

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[Action, Accidental to Purposeful Voice] .033

[Well, Sokka was his Avatar alternate again. That alone is enough to call for some alone time, but with the news he brought... she definitely needed some time to clear her head. Fortunately, there is a public service she can easily perform. If your house is still snowed in? There is a waterbender digging you out. For about half the day, she is her normal self.

...sometime around two, though, she starts feeling lightheaded. Realizing she'd unintentionally skipped lunch, she heads back towards the center of town. As she walks, she starts feeling heavier and heavier. Something's wrong. Katara reaches for her journal to call for help, but it's too little, too late. She falls face first into a snowbank, the journal falling opened beside her.

When she opens her eyes, her hair is blocking her vision. Longer and unbound... her clothes feel almost painfully tight across the chest and she gasps a little.]

What? Where am I? [A deep breath, and slightly louder, as if she's expecting a response:] Aang?

[Sitting up, she shakes her head, one hand going to her waterskin... and that's when she notices the wings. Her eyes go wide.]

Is this... I had dreams like this...

[Standing up, the picture shows her body at an angle. She's certainly grown. After glancing around a bit, she reaches down to pick up the journal.] I remember... this... feels too strange not to be real...

Hello? I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but... I'm Katara. I think I remember this place... and a girl with reddish hair and... what were they called? Not oranges... something else. And there was someone - a man - with white hair and he went "Oooh?" a lot... and I remember... cigarettes and cooking and... [So many, many more. Fragments of a dream - a man who stretched his face, a skeleton playing music, a reindeer that danced... an ice dragon... green hair and white hair in front of a classroom and... shadows, dreams, fragments of things... flying people and conversations over tea and a wolfgirl and so, so much that only made sense in dreams...] And -- I don't know. Does this make any sense?

[But even as she's talking she's starting to walk. These clothes are too small - it looks like she's on a path. Let's see where it takes her.]

((OOC: Katara is now in her early twenties and from a happy canon projection. Tags post-transformation from

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[When she makes it back home, this version of Sokka had more or less the same idea, as he's clearing away all the snow, then streaming it into the river as water. It's not much, but he takes his waterbending a lot more seriously now that he's using it to fight for his life.]

[...well, that's different.]

Sokka?

[Busy as he is, he doesn't even look back.]

Over here.

[And swish! So much for that snow. Ha.]

[She's silent as she watches him. That's Sokka, all right, the absolute picture of him a few years ago. In as much as Sokka was ever a bender, which was not at all. But Derek had said this experiment gave people powers, and she was apparently 'not herself,' so...

...there's something different about his form. It fascinates her, and she studies him quietly.]

[That's Southern Style, sis. But after getting no response, he stops and turns, looking her over. Okay... there's a vague sense of recognition there. Someone he knew from Luceti before? Possibly. He sports a smirk.]

Sorry about that, just had a bit of a snow problem. Buuut I took care of that. Can I do something for you?

[...is he... hitting on her? Oh, this is just too good. She goes along with it for a moment, just barely containing her laughter. A shame that the scarf she got at the clothing store is covering up their mother's necklace, isn't it. She looks him over with appreciate and suppressed mischief.]

I can see that. You're very impressive.

Well, I am the Avatar. Waterbending master. And... master of other things too.

[His expression says it all.]

[Avatar, what?

But that's too much even for her. She looses it and starts laughing. That sound shouldn't have changed throughout the years.]

Oh, go on, tell me - master of what kinds of other things. [And she works the scarf loose so he can see the necklace.] I'm a married woman, after all. I think I'm old enough to know.

[That laugh... and then he spots the necklace. It's different, but he recognizes the design. That's his mother's necklace. Why would she-

No wait, the other Katara. She had that necklace too.]

Wait, wait, wait. Katara?

[She smiles at him, still amused.]

So you do recognize me. I didn't think I'd changed so much.

[Less amused, thank you.]

You're older. [Wait.] Older than me.

And you're the Avatar?

[See? She can play the 'we're stating the obvious game' too.]

It seems as if the experiment got both of us.

[He doesn't like this game and frowns.]

I'm not your Sokka. [He doesn't even have to ask about her life, because his sister never lived this long.] So... what's your deal, you're from the future, then? Your future.

[No, he's definitely not her Sokka. Her Sokka would have never said a thing like that so casually. It's a blow and her eyes widen under it, but her face becomes more placid.]

There's no real way of knowing, is there? Not here, not during these experiments.

[A hand goes up to her necklace, traces the familiar rim of gold.] But I'd like to think so, even if it's just so I can get a chance to say goodbye to all the people I never did before. I did have... dreams of this place, for the past eight years.

[There's something he can relate to. He crosses his arms, turning his head away from her.]

Two years, that's how long I dreamed about this place. Not that any of it made sense. I always thought it was a dream. [He huffs at that.] But hey, maybe they put you in the right Luceti.

[He's angry and hurting and - in further denial of her than she'd expected. She's dealt with enough angry and hurting people over the past near-decade to recognize the signs, and even if it's not her Sokka, even if they weren't as close as they had been, she'd still know...

...something is very wrong with him.

But her voice is mild, interested. And she starts by agreeing with him.] I know what you mean. Even the basics of this place seem ridiculous in our own worlds. It's not as if needing wings to live lends any evidence to ridiculous things like ice dragons.

[It's one thing to see a younger version of his sister. It's difficult, but he can accept it as a chance to reunite with her, even if it's not his real sister. But this? It's something he knows will never happen, a chance robbed from his real sister, because of him.

But then, it's not her fault, either.]

Or big bad demons with burning eyebrows. [But why reminisce? There's the future.] You know, this morning when we talked, you were only fifteen.

So it is an experiment. [The placid exterior ripples, revealing relief.] Good.

[Aang. Tenzin. I'll be back before you know it. Don't worry.]

[So from what he's gathered so far, the other Sokka will remember everything he does. He isn't overly fond of his counterpart, he doesn't hate him. No doubt he'd be curious, so... well, you owe him one for this, buddy.]

So, eight years? And you're married?

Give or take. [Oh, she sees what you're up to. And frankly, won't mind telling you. Just... might make you work for it a bit.] And very married. I have been for four years now.

Are you going to invite me inside, or will we stand around talking in the snow all day?

[Four years? Huh...]

Hardly need to invite you, it's as much your house as mine. [By which he means, not really either of theirs. Yet he walks towards the house, being sure to hold the door open for her.]

Such a gentleman... [She smiles at him lightly, to take some sting out of the moment as she follows behind him.]

I try my best. [Closing the door behind the two of them.] So, I guess you don't remember this version of me, do you?

[She's glancing around the house with curiosity, and even moves to touch the soothing yellow color of the walls before depositing her bag on the side table as she answers his question.]

I'm remembering more the longer I'm here. But right now? No, I'm sorry to say that I don't.

[The yellow walls are puzzling, aren't they? He's not fond of them.]

Hm. Well we only knew each other for a week, no surprise there.

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