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[Days 1-2]
[The experiment catches up with Katara slowly - first through teleportation, then through the advent of (thought bubbles)]

[Day 3]
Meet the bitty:

[She's been in Luceti for two years now, along with her much older brother Sokka. She's totally adapted and probably playing hide-and-seek. Warning: She's also still teleporting.]

[Days 4-6]
[More thought bubbles. More transportation. Katara is starting to get very tired and frustrated at this point due to lack of sleep and various emotional issues. She keeps popping up in the most inconvenient places! Sorry about that...]

[Days 7-8]
[Today, Katara woke up a bit different: she has been AU'd to another world, that of the Konoha ninja (complete with forehead protector!). She chalks waking up in a strange bedroom to the experiment that's been going on the past couple of days and ninja!vanishes into the dawn - she'll apologize later. She'll do her best to move back in to her regular apartment and keep to her regular schedule - a few classes at school (despite having told Raine she would not be in attendance that week - and depending on if school is in session) - practice in the forest, climbing on some trees; and making dinner on Floor 8 of Community Building 1, where she has claimed the sole empty apartment.

The next day, she decides to take a break from her regular training to practice an art more specific to kunoichi: Ikebana. At around six in the evening, Katara heads down to the flower shop. After gathering her materials, and dressing for the occasion, Katara heads out behind her apartment complex to make the best use of the natural light to form her arrangements.]

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[Well, it's hardly her fault, Mr. Swan. As it is, she rolls off if the bird quickly, treading water in the river, and very concerned.]

Oh no.

[No use TALKING with the swan... except that she notices an extra pair of wings. Well. Okay. Animals here CAN talk, especially if they're SPECIAL, so--]

Are you okay?

[That's okay, he'll still blame her. :|

The swan doesn't reply in anything resembling words, but hey, look. Thought bubbles!]

(Of course I'm not okay, I just had someone fall on me. What a ridiculous question.)

[Somehow the words even manage to look sarcastic, and he flaps his wings in an attempt to resettle his feathers.]

[Tired, cranky, and teleporting Kataras always respond well to sarcasm. =/]

Look, nothing's broken. You were a little startled, but both sets of wings are all right, so stop trying to make it more than it is. I'm sorry I landed on you, and I'll be sure to take it up with the Malnosso the next time I talk with them.

[So she's just going to head to shore.]

(As if she's the expert on my condition.)

[The swan gives an irritated honk, wings folding neatly into place as he paddles along beside her with outward serenity.]

(All right? I'm not going to be all right as long as I'm a ridiculous bird. But at least I'm not complaining.)

[Katara rolls her eyes at that last thought - which she can't help but see since the swan is following her.

No, at least it's not complaining.

...although, to be fair, being a swan would be--]

(--an iceberg melting under her feet.)

(That's an odd-looking bubble. Almost like it's showing what she's—)

[And right about there the swan catches a glimpse of the bubble above his head and promptly squawks in dismay, feathers ruffling.]

(...why is there one above my that's what I'm thinking why is this happening)

[Reaching the shore, Katara steps out with a slight sigh.]

Don't worry about it, it's just part of the experiment. Think - what's your favorite kind of pie?

[She moves to wring out her hair.]

[So, weird thing, there are suddenly two thought bubbles visible above his head, simultaneously. One is a disdainful, (I don't eat pie), while the other is a more wistful, (All of them?)

Then swan itself pretends not to notice, however, and starts fastidiously preening his feathers back into their proper alignment.]

[...]

Anyway, [She said as she proceeded to bend the water off herself.] just think about something else, and you should be able to control what other people see.

[For a moment he keeps his mind very carefully blank, attention focused completely on the feathers he's straightening. Then he lifts his head again, eying her thoughtfully.]

(...you have experience with this?)

It's an old experiment.

[She directs the water over the river and gently lets it down.]

(Not to me.)

[And oh is he disgruntled about discovering it. Though it's better than the whole swan bit.

He watches the movement of the water, head turning to follow as it returns to the river before returning to her again.]

(We have met before, I believe. You are the one who bends water?)

(What was your first clue?)

[She smiles a bit.]

That's right - I bend water. But I'm afraid I don't recognize you.

[He flicks his wings slightly (both sets), unamused.]

(...it would be surprising if you did I'm not a bird)

Right. I gathered that. And you are?

[He hadn't really wanted to tell anyone who he is, given what he looks like right now, but... when needs must.]

(My name is Yue.)

[And abruptly over Katara's face, her own thought bubble appears.]

(A beautiful girl with Katara's own complexion and startlingly white hair; the moon)

Oh - I remember you.

[He's getting better at this; the bubble that starts to form over his head in reaction disappears before anything actually becomes visible. And then, a moment later, he formulates an actual response.]

(It has been some time.)

[...]

Yes, it has. I hope you've been doing well.

[He gives her a flat look (or as much of one as a swan can manage) and flicks his wings lightly.]

(...up to this point, certainly.)

[She shrugged a little.]

I can understand that this must be frustrating, but if it's worst thing that's happened to you in all this time, that's almost something to be grateful for. At least it won't be for too long.

(I certainly hope not.)

[That was all he'd intended to convey, but a moment later another thought escapes.]

(We should speak again some time when I am truly able to...)

Yes, that sounds nice.

[She turns to go with a sigh.]

See you la--

[Poof. She's gone.

...she hates teleportation.]

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