markofthebrave | [Action, Voice, and Windblown Journals] .015

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[Action, Voice, and Windblown Journals] .015

[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.]

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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.

[Oh shit. Deer in headlights look.]

Wha!?

Why does this keep happening to me!?

Edited 2010-04-28 03:14 (UTC)

Because Aunt Wu was right. You just don't want to admit it.

And Hugo isn't 'putting the moves on me.'

Do you really have to bring her up? Because I'm not sure which town was worse. That one or the one that fed us raw dough.

Raw dough. ((And then her thought bubble takes on these words in big blinking lights: Luceti: Worst. Town. Ever.)) Like there's even a question.

I just want Hugo's help with something.

[Yeah, okay, he can agree on the blinking lights there.]

What can Hugo do that I can't.

Pick his teeth in private?

... right. (( This is where she's supposed to think about it out loud! ))

They don't work on demand, Sokka. [And now she'll move to close the book. Avoiding you for the duration of the experiment? No, why would you think that.]

[Oh, he's inside the house anyway and his window is actually facing the back of the house, so he just pulls it up. Ah, just as he thought. She was trying to get away from answering.]

They do if you wait long enough.

[Ugh.]

I thought we agreed it was best not to see into each others' brains.

[And with that she will turn around to start walking back to her practice area.]

I cleared my head. You would be seeing any robot girls in here today.

((Ugh. Good.))

That's not the only thing that's wrong with your head, Sokka. [Yup - still walking away.]

[Climbing out the window. Sokka wasn't raised in a barn. They couldn't afford one. He just follows her.]

You didn't answer me, yet.

((And the image of a chattering hogmonkey with Sokka's face on it briefly appears above her head.))

Answer you about what?

First off, that! [Pointing above her head.] Is not funny!

Secondly, about why you need Hugo.

[Katara glances up. And smirks.] I wasn't doing it on purpose.

((He's just not going to let this go - no reason not to tell him.))

[And she grins.] None of your business!

Yes it is. You're my sister. And Hugo is my friend. Besides, you might as well tell me now. I can go grab my journal and find out that way later.

So you're saying I can't ask someone who's our mutual friend something without you knowing?

[BUT! Since she's not sure how he's going to take this anyway, she's going to stop giving him a hard time now. And she shrugs.]

Hugo is a knife fighter. [She moves one hand down to the knife her gave her that she now carries around on her belt every day.] If I'm going to have it, I might as well learn how to use it, right?

[... well that makes sense. And it does make him feel good to know she does carry that knife around with her now. Even so...]

I know how to use a knife.

[Oh, Sokka...] Do you? I've never seen you fight with one - just the sword and boomerang. [She smiles and shakes her head a little, and offers a rare apology.] Sorry. I would have asked you if I'd known.

(( And a spear, my machete, my club, my own head... ))

I guess it's not a big deal. Hugo is probably better with a knife than I am.

[Katara sees that list. And can't help but roll her eyes.]

Probably. Since he just fights with the one weapon.

((Don't be an idiot, big brother.)) While you use your head.

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