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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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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?
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[Into the house, off with your coat and dirty boots, kiddo.]
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So you're pretty good friends. Who else is staying here?
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What's so creepy about Shino?
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That's very reassuring.
[But she's still very amused. Confident adult is confident.] Why don't you see if anyone else is interested in hot chocolate? If not, we'll see what we can whip up for the two of us, all right?
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Naruto and Chouji are playing, but they say they'll come and get some soon. Shino doesn't want any. [Turns out the guy doesn't like chocolate.] He says he'll take some juice if you have it though.
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Are you hungry?
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Not really. Chouji will be.
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[Ever had toast with peanut butter and cinnamon sugar, kid?]
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That doesn't stop him from watching curiously though.] Aren't you supposed to make peanut butter sandwiches with jam?
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He'll just focus on other things then, and he turns his gaze to the pot.] You're better at that, at least.
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Better at what? Bending? Or making hot chocolate?
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A couple days ago, you were making soup. You did that bending thing then too, but you moved your hands more to stir the water.
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Time to load in the marshmallows.] There was an earthbender who was over one hundred years old - and he was able to bend just using his head. I'd like to be that good someday.
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Do they have ninja in your world?
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The adult!Katara recognizes that this would be an excellent time to pump Shikamaru for information on his world. Yet oddly enough, she feels no pressure to do so. Instead, she brings the hot chocolate over to the table.]
Let me know if it's too hot.
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So if you didn't learn how to do that to be a ninja, why did you learn it?
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