Katara (
markofthebrave) wrote2010-12-02 12:35 am
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[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
notatearbender. If you want to grab her before then, just indicate it in the tagline! XD))
...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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The good news is that the experiments never seem to be permanent. This one is running longer than usual, but eventually it'll even out again.
[Quietly.]
...You'll be home soon.
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If you need anything else...I'll keep my ears open for you.
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[Older Katara does not feel that she has to prove her independence, and is rather reluctant to let a friendly resource go.]
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[As good as his word, Derek shows up. It takes him a few seconds to spot and then recognize Katara (for once, his over-blown sense of smell is useful from his point of view), but once he does, he nods at her and smiles, coming over to her.
She might notice that he's still wearing his usual leather jacket, which is a little light weight for the season. He doesn't seem affected by it, though.]
Katara.
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Are you Derek?
[Actually seeing him in person... helps quite a bit, actually. The memories don't return quite yet, but... then it has been some time.]
[Action]
[A quick glance, and he promptly shrugs off his jacket, offering it to her. Better too big than too small, right?]
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[She eyes the fact that he won't be wearing any outerlayer before fumbling around with the zipper. How do these things work again?]
We'd better hurry and get you inside. Which way to the store?
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[Derek will very carefully take the ends of the jacket and start the zipper for her before letting go.]
I'll be all right; the temperature really doesn't bother me. Store's this way, though.
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It might not feel like that, but too much exposure can still get to you. [Following along to the store.]
[Action]
My core temperature is colder then the air; I'll be all right.
[If he notices the stare directed at his hair, he doesn't show it.]
There's either the general store, which might have some of your clothes from back home, or there's Shiki's place, where one of the residents makes clothing herself for everyone. Which one do you want to try?
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...but unlike her younger self, Katara's politeness overrides her curiosity.]
If there's anything from home... I'd like to see that.
[Action]
[Derek nods his head to her and then sets off, headed for the right store.]
Been...awake here long?
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I thought this place was a dream, but I'm walking on the street right now...
[Action]
[They reach the door, and Derek opens it, nodding for Katara to go in first.]
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[And entering the store, she modestly keeps his jacket zippered, even though the immediate temperature is far warmer, to the point of almost being uncomfortable. She glances around the store, but her thoughts are occupied with her son right now.]
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[Derek follows her in, closing the door behind her.]
...Think the ladies section is this way, more or less.
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[She moves towards the ladies section, searching for something familiar... or in her size.]
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...So...how did it work out for you? Are you having a good life?
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