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[markofthebrave]

[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.]

Comments

[greenjacketed]

He shifted on his feet. Sharpe's indignation seemed to wither at the realization that the small girl had only just hurt herself. He cursed again -- quieter, this time -- and tossed the brush into the sink with a clatter.

The Major stood on the threshhold between his bathroom and the hall. "Are you alright, girl?"

[southernsquirt]

Katara looked up at him... and up at him... and up at him and nodded with big, watery eyes. "Uh-huh."

[greenjacketed]

His nose wrinkled. He lifted the hem of his shirt and pawed clumsily at all that shaving soap lather -- cleaning it off his face in messy, wide strokes. Green eyes remained locked to her blue ones, though. And he regarded her a little like a ticking timebomb -- not that he knew what one of those was, of course.

So...a loaded cannon, perhaps.

"Best get you home, I suspect."

[southernsquirt]

She shook her head a little. "Doesn't matter, I'll just go poof soon anyway."

[greenjacketed]

Poor thing.

"Have you fallen lots today, then -- little lassie?"

[southernsquirt]

"It's wrecked Hide and Seek."

[greenjacketed]

"Wrecked it? You'd be a bloody champion at the lark, with all that coming and going."

[southernsquirt]

"It's not really playing if they can't find you."

[greenjacketed]

"If they can't find you, that's winning."

[southernsquirt]

"Only if you're still where they're supposed to be looking."

Otherwise it's cheating.

[greenjacketed]

"Sounds like you care to play by the rules, lass."

[southernsquirt]

"It's not playing if you're just hiding."

[greenjacketed]

He tossed aside his shaving rag. His face probably looked a little lopsided -- some of it still boasted stubble.

"Then can I help you get back to your game, little one?"

What else was he to offer?