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[markofthebrave]

[Voice]
Hey, Hugo - if you have a chance, I'd like to talk to you about something.

[And then she shuts the book and moves to her evening practice session behind her house. Today is not about how much water she can move, but it is about control. When the wind blows her journal opened, anyone watching can see thin streams of water moving quick enough to cut intertwining with her arms and legs as she works through a form. The pattern of when she splits a stream, and when she adds more water seems random... until you glance above her head. Any time her concentration is broken by a flash of an image, she adds another and another until all the thought bubble reflects are the forms

If you want to interrupt her, give her a minute - messing up and slicing herself with one of those water streams would be painful. While she normally hates to have her practicing interrupted, tonight it's not quite keeping her mind off of things.]

Comments

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[San is watching in very thinly veiled disbelief]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara is concentrating very hard, and unless San moves or makes a sound, she won't notice. Another image means she abruptly cuts the spiral of water circling her leg into two, and continues her form until the image fades.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[just watching the water do those things is enough for now]

[Voice]

[flamesofkaraya.livejournal.com]

What's up?

[Voice]

[markofthebrave]

Hey! I have a question for you.

[Voice]

[flamesofkaraya.livejournal.com]

[For me?] What is it?

[Voice//Forgive his thoughts going a mile a minute]

[goldenpathredux.livejournal.com]

[He'll wait until she pauses. Won't want to interrupt and this is quite interesting.]

That is ...is enough water for a large sietch for a year enough for hundreds of Fremen... a remarkable skill can she pull it from the atmosphere then? A potent natural terraformer it makes her, like the opposite of these sandtrout, a kind of natural windtrap qanat. Most Fremen would literally kill for this ability. A different societal standard with regard to water perhaps?.

[Voice//No worries! Are they in thought bubbles?]

[markofthebrave]

[She'd come to a resting point and was about to begin again when the book spoke. Oh, had it been opened? That was careless of her. She should have grabbed a paperweight. Oh well, no harm done. She walks over to address the strange voice.]

Um... thank you. Who are you?

/edits forever

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

[markofthebrave]

[She won't notice Roku for a while - not while she's trying to drive the images out of her head by splitting the water circling her arms, moving it in tighter and closer as she continues the form.]

((It's better that he's not here.))

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

(( Hugo!? I should have known he was putting the moves on Katara...))

[Voice]

[markofthebrave]

What the -

[And she abruptly stops bending before she hurts herself, coiling the water around her arms as she locates -- the book is open. Again. And there's a Sokka jumping to the wrong conclusion. What do you know.]

Sokka, it's nothing like that.

[action]

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

[Bernkastel will be watching from the Barracks, where she mostly spends her evenings these days, interested in the manipulation power the girl has over water. The witch doesn't sense any magic is at work, yet this technique is still possible to be done. Whatever fragment she comes from, it must be a very intriguing one. So she'll continue to observe this unique technique in practice.]

[action]

[markofthebrave]

[The barracks are not that far away, but Katara is concentrating hard enough not to notice Roku on her roof. Another flash means that she's drawing from the water in the jugs of water that she brings outside to use as a source when she practices. This adds what seems to be a forth stream of water to her set, and it begins to mimic the movements of the others with her remaining leg.]

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

Wow, it really is you.

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

[And there's that voice she's heard about. Katara exhales and sends the water back to their remaining buckets. She's not friends with Azula anymore. She's stuck here by herself. ...But those thoughts don't stop a thought bubble from forming:] ((And it is a flash of the images of her memories of Ty Lee - Ty Lee incapacitating her at Ba Sing Se, Ty Lee caught in the drill's slush..))

Hello, Ty Lee. I heard you were here.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

((She's gotten better at that.))

[Voice/Thoughts]

[markofthebrave]

[Oh -- that book. She really needs to start carrying around a paperweight. The water moves to coat her body like sleeves as she walks over to see who knows her well enough to make the comparison, but who's voice she doesn't recognize.]

((Oh, okay - it's Longshot.))

I got to train under a master for a while. And I've been practicing.

[likeafirework.livejournal.com]

[She does catch his eye, if only because he's actually watching for people he's met. He would have just made a note of it and went on about his day, but... she's doing something with the water. He only got a small demonstration that one time and he can't help but be curious.]

[markofthebrave]

[So, what's NOT a good thing to do in the middle of a master waterbender's practice? Interrupt them with a loud and violent threat. Before Katara even knows what she's doing, the water encircling her body has coalesced around her shoulders for better aim as she whirls, sending a water jet straight towards --]

Hitsugaya?

[And the water abruptly stops, a perfect whip inches away from coiling around his waist. She draws it back, lets it coat her arms in case he takes offense.] You startled me.

[rebeloutcast.livejournal.com]

[Jet's sitting on the roof of the house, just watching her with a genuinely intrigued expression. She had certainly improved since he last saw her. Not being able to bend, himself, it was something he found fascinating. That is - when it wasn't Firebending, of course.]

1/2

[markofthebrave]

[And those thoughts 'sound' familiar.. and are enough to get her to look over her shoulder to locate the source of the thought 'bubble.' They're very flattering as well, and that puts her a little bit off balance. Who would know the Avatar and be...]

[markofthebrave]

[Oh. Jet. And suddenly the happy, fluttering feeling in her stomach turns sour. She lets the water stream into the buckets she brought it out with as she turns to face him.]

What are you doing here, Jet?

[Voice]

[rocket-feet.livejournal.com]

How touching.

[And utterly useless.]

[Voice]

[markofthebrave]

[Oh, now that's a voice she knows. I really, really need a] ((--paperweight.))

[She walks on over to the journal and grins down at it.] Hello, Azula. Enjoying your first experiment? Or do you think it's been long enough for you to ask for more help?