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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Mmm, maybe. But they don't hold school.

That makes them cool teachers.

[She laughs at that.] I guess so.

So... what's your name?

Nara Shikamaru. [Of the Nara Clan, he would say, but he's beginning to understand that clans don't mean much here.]

[Shikamaru.

Shadows. She remembers that. Oh, somehow she remembers that clearly

...he's so cute and tiny. No wonder he's on her lawn.]

I'm Katara. We've met before, I think.

[Blink. And then he tilts his head back over to look at her.

She does... kinda look like Katara. There's recognition, and then he frowns.] How troublesome. How come no one can stay the same age around here?

Because the people who are keeping us here have a lousy sense of humor.

[And with that, she makes herself comfortable on the lawn beside him for a little while.]

[Another muttered 'troublesome'.] But you remember stuff then?

[If you're talking about the Malnosso people he's heard about, he figures she might.]

Some stuff. Yeah. I do.

I knew you when you were older.

[Innnnnteresting.] I don't remember being older. Chouji was older than me when I first got here though. [So maybe it happened.]

That makes sense. After all, I was younger. You can't remember the future.

I guess not. But that's okay. It would spoil it.

I think that's a wonderful way of looking at it.

[He shrugs. Adults can be so weird like that. To him it's just the obvious one.]

[She's perfectly willing to sit there and cloudgaze for a while, and then...] Come on. It's too cold to just sit here like this. I guess you've been staying with me for a while? Let's go inside and make hot chocolate.

Mm. Me and my friends.

[He sighs.] Getting up is so troublesome... Do you make better hot chocolate than you did when you were eight?

[She winks at him.] I do a lot of things better than when I was eight.

[Pfff. She's amused.] And I was pretty good at that then, if I recall.

It was okay. I think my mom's was better. [Don't tell her he said that.] But I guess it's worth testing out.

[Oh-ho, she thinks she's been insulted.] Do you like marshmallows or cinnamon in your hot chocolate, Shikamaru?

[Another shrug, as he finally makes the motion to rise out of his position on the lawn.] Making decisions is troublesome. Whatever's easiest.

[He's just happy to be getting cocoa. 8D]

[She takes this with good grace, despite being momentarily miffed.]

Well, all right. But remember - if you have a choice and chose not to take it, you lose the right to complain afterwards.

[In you go, kid. Did you say your 'friends' were staying too? Katara wonders just how many people she's going to have to cook for.]

[He gives a nod to this to show that he's heard, a habit he's developed after a lifetime of living with his mother.

If it had been something he really didn't like, he probably would've said something. Far as he's concerned though, cinnamon and marshmallows are both good things, so if he gets them he can't lose either way.

Then again. His friends might not look at it that way. Well okay. He doesn't really care about Naruto and Shino's opinions so long as they're not troublesome about it, but Chouji...]

Are you making some for everyone?

I don't know - is everyone inside? In that case, it would be only fair.

Umm... I think so. Though it's kinda quiet if Naruto hasn't run off somewhere. [...Which is never a good sign. D:]

Naruto? [She barely remembers him...] He's loud, is he?

[Into the house, off with your coat and dirty boots, kiddo.]

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