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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[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.

((It shows.))

[...damn thought bubbles. He hates this experiment.]

Thanks! ((Now make sure you tell your leader so he quits ~~She doesn't even have MENTAL WORDS for how Jet offended her~~ being such a jerk.))

[...]

[Unimpressed look.] ((Great. What's he done now? I'm not his nanny-))

[HE SEES HIS THOUGHT ARE STILL SPILLING OUT THAR. Okay. Know what? He's just going to think of the lyrics to that song he heard while traveling with Smellerbee through the Earth Kingdom. Something about secret tunnels.]

Huh? Wha-- [And Katara will crane her head up to see the incriminating words floating above her head.] Oh. Huh.

[And then she shrugs and turns to face Longshot head on.] Do you really want to know?

[The better question is do you want to tell him. It really doesn't matter to him either way.]

[That... really doesn't tell me much.] ...okay, then.

[This would be why he doesn't use the journals. =/ ]

[And if it were anyone else, he probably wouldn't care enough to bother]

If you want to, go ahead. If you don't, don't.

[She crosses her arms and looks away. This is weird. And embarrassing.] He just - it was - [She flounders about for some way to explain it and then stops.]

It's nothing like what he did before. It was just-- it-- [More floundering.] He was a jerk. That's all.

[Jet's always a bit of a jerk on the surface.]

[This face. Because he knows that can't be all of it.]

[Yeah. She's just really not comfortable saying any more. Even if that silence is inviting.]

It's not like I'll ice him on sight, or anything. So you don't need to worry.

[That's fine with him.]

((Sometimes he deserves it. Sometimes.))

((It's not you I'm-)) [And then a change of thoughts because he sees they're being picked up again] ((Good luck with your practice.))

[Blink. Blink, blink. Okaay then, not what she expected. But. Good.]

Thanks. ((Luck? Hmm.)) And I guess I'll see you later.

[He nods - hopefully that was recorded at least. And then he shuts his journal.]

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