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markofthebrave) wrote2010-12-02 12:35 am
markofthebrave) wrote2010-12-02 12:35 am
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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
notatearbender. If you want to grab her before then, just indicate it in the tagline! XD))
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[By which she means 'The Malnosso already changed me.' But... that may not be how it sounds.]
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[He's having a hard time breaking that mental leap that Aang is not Sokka.]
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Tenzin is perfect. He's a beautiful, healthy baby boy. He's going to be an airbender like his father.
[Somehow, she just knows, in the same way she knew that the Avatar would someday come back.]
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[But it's a forced smile. All of this is just a painful reminder of what his sister can never have. Her kids, her future... all stolen from her. And he didn't stop it.]
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A small memento from a swordmaster. They call him Piandao.
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