markofthebrave | [Action, Voice ] .020

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[Action, Voice ] .020

[After doing everything she could at home to deal with the fact that Zuko was gone, Katara headed out to the lake where she proceeded to bend and cry until she was exhausted. The storm feels good. She made her weary way back to the house with something of a headache, but she didn't think much of it. So what if the lights hurt her eyes? That was normal after so much crying and rage, right?

She fell into a deep, exhausted sleep as soon as she hit the bed. When morning light first entered her room, Katara shifted uneasily. Soon enough she opens her eyes to start the day - and screams. This was beyond a headache, it was like a screaming in her eye, a shooting pain, a burning.

Katara immediately slaps both hands over her eyes and sways back and forth a little to comfort and distract herself from the pain. After a moment of panicked breathing, her adrenaline kicks in and Katara shifts one hand to cover her eyes and fumbles for her journal with the other. Filtering is hopeless right now, even if it had occurred to her, although she'd much rather keep this private. Her voice is scared and filled with suppressed quivering.]

Ginko? I think something's wrong.

[And with that, she clings on to the journal and hopes that someone answers her soon. She can't see anything and it hurts.]

((OOC: This is forward dated to about 6.30am, Tuesday morning, for tagging convenience. Also, a warning: Housemates may commandeer her book.))

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[You know, she probably wouldn't mind if she did see it, to be honest. She's an imp of mischief like that. And that sounds fine, so whatever.] Sure thing. Hey, Katara? Can you get visitors when you're done getting your eyes taken care of?

[...well, this is embarrassing. She didn't mean for what had happened to her to get broadcast to the whole village.

But. Well. Ginko was coming.

And hopefully... hopefully...

It will be okay.]

Sure. That would be fine.

[And hopefully, her voice is steady and without the slightest hint of fear.]

[And after giving them a timeline for when he'll drop by, Sanji drop by after Ginko has checked up on her the first time.

... It's been a while since he's visited their house, he notes, and knocks on the door rather than barging in]

[Well Sokka was on his way out to retrieve some dinner for Katara and the others. So he's a little surprised when, as his hand reaches the doorknob, there's knocking on the other side. He wasn't expecting anyone, so he opens the door and... frowns. Well hell.]

[Mmmmph, there went his hopes that Toph would magically answer the door.

He'll keep his expression neutral and his tone to the point. No need in prolonging this]

Katara-chan invited me over for a little while.

[He'd like to just tell you to get lost. Or just slam the door. But he knows good and well by now that Katara and Sanji have mended fences, which means Katara would actually be glad to have him around.]

Fine. I'm getting food. [No, you're not invited to stay and cook. He steps aside so Sanji can walk in.]

[There's a brief pause as Sanji internally debates saying... something. About before. After his talk with Katara, it feels almost wrong not to have one with Sokka.

And then the moment passes when he remembers how Sokka acted. On second thought, there's nothing to discuss. Sanji steps through and without another word goes to find Katara.

He can find her on his own.]

[Sokka wouldn't want to hear it anyway. He'll just be happy if Sanji is gone by the time he gets back. As it turns out, he'll be running into Sanji anyway.

He'll leave Sanji to it and go out the door, closing it behind him.]

[Katara is lying in her bed - having temporarily thrown everyone out. She'd just finished talking to Brook a little while ago... the shades are opened, but Ginko's compress are still on her eyes.

Her thoughts are not good company. She hears someone at the door and calls out.]

Hello?

Katara-chan? [the voice is slightly muffled until he opens the door to her room experimentally, sticking his head in]

Alright if I come in?

[Sanji. She can't help but feel a little bit better.] Sure, come on in.

[He will notice when he gets in there that the room is... somewhat sparce. The floor has been redone in stone, and there is a thick rug by the bed. There are curtains on the windows, a lighter shade of blue than the rest of her room, and the only other furniture in the room is a small wooden vanity with a cushioned bench. The only thing on that vanity is a hairbrush and the knife that Sokka made for her. Her waterskin is hanging from her bed behind her.

She shifts a little over to make room for him to sit on the bed, or he can feel free to pull out the stool. Having visitors while she can't see is - more than a little awkward and embarrassing, but she can respect the fact that he wants to check in on her.]

Edited 2010-06-17 04:00 (UTC)

[Yeah, the sparseness does take him by surprise - especially the stone. Most, if not all the houses he visits don't have that feature, and he expected at least a desk of some sort. There's not even the usual spread on the vanity he'd expect form a 14-year-old girl.

He'll... ask questions later. For now he goes ahead and seats himself on the bed, since she was kind enough to make room for him. And then blatantly peers at her in worry while keeping his tone light]

So Ginko got here already - good. Feel any better?

Edited 2010-06-17 04:22 (UTC)

[She feels the weight of him settle on her bed and - that's good. Because now she knows where he is, and it makes the whole thing feel a little less horrible.

And then he asks that question and her hand fists in the comforter. She speaks quietly.] Um. Not really. But he said that the medicine doesn't always work. There's something else he can try, in case.

[And while she doesn't actually cry, the thought of the medicine not working and having to stay like this, incapacitated by pain and useless - she'd put her own eyes out first. And it's a good thing that he can't see the hot tears that swell up, but do not fall, behind the compress.]

[That's not reassuring at all, and he quietly frets at the thought of her not being cured. Not being able to see... he can't imagine it, or how she must be feeling. For people like themselves who thrive on that sense, it's a huge blow.

But Ginko's not one to mince words - he probably wanted her to be prepared for a potentially long and rough night.]

At least there's that. It'll be alright. [He says this firmly, tone unusually insistent] Ginko will help. He'd already cured me.

[She was going to tell Sanji she knew that - that she'd be fine - but then he said he'd already been cured.]

He cured you? What do you mean? Are you all right?

[And she can't see, darn it, but she'll be struggling to sit up and one hand flails out to try to make contact with Sanji's arm.]

[He offers his arm up without question, letting her grab hold if that's what she wants before continuing]

I'm fine now. But turns out even the flowers here are dangerous. [Damn, but that had been embarrassing]

[She does grab hold briefly, and squeezes the arm slightly as if to reassure herself that he is still here - he's fine. She drops her hand back down, not one for much clinging, even if the reassurance of another human presence feels so good.]

The flowers? What happened? Did they trap you somehow?

[Because she can think of a certain swamp...]

[A pause. Because now that he thinks about it... wow, he fails at life]

Ahah, you could say that. [Oh, how sheepish he sounds] I found some pink flowers growing in the forest and planned to bring a few back for Nami-san. After I smelled one, well... [another pause, thicker than the last]

To be honest, I don't remember much. Vash found me at some point -- [which is said with a dash of guilt that he tries to bite back] -- and there was the sensation of flying into the village.

Flying to the village? [...]

You don't - remember anything else?

Strange, huh?

[pausing again. That he doesn't remember anything is only part of the problem, but he's not sure he wants to weigh Katara's mind with any--

Oh hell, she'd find out somehow even if he pointed avoided the issue. Instinctively.]

I was going at a different pace than everyone else. A few minutes felt like weeks suddenly.

...I've heard of that before, but - this doesn't sound like it had to do with the spirit world.

[Pause.] But I don't think the spirits of my world have much to do with this place.

[It's almost an uncharacteristically negative statement - except she doesn't look at it that way, as much as she does with just - a sharp delineation of fact.]

Heh. [glances down at his hands] That mushi's lifespan is a day. So I guess I would've died at night.

... The entire time it felt like I was rushing to my death. [And leaving everyone behind him. He hated that more than anything, and it might be audible in his somber tone. This is a strange way to realize how deep an impression it left. He momentarily feels bad about bringing this up. Okay topic change!]

But you've heard of it, huh? I don't suppose your spirit world has anything to do with mushi.

[...dying? That mushi would have - killed him? Once again, her hands fist in the covers and she instinctively opens her eyes a crack - bad idea, even under the compress. Her body goes tense, but she manages to muffle the quick intake of breath that accompanies it.]

You're not a mushi. It had no right to do that - to bind its life to yours.

[Anger is so much more comfortable than fear - and after a moment she says:] No - I don't think mushi are like spirits. Spirits have a purpose, and they interact with the world and with people for that reason. Mushi are more like animals. Part of the world - but not like us.

[Damn straight it didn't. He can't help but grin at Katara's pointed words. They do make him feel a little better]

Maaah... It's not an experience I'm eager to try again. I think I scared Nami-san.

[He will... not bring up Ginko drugging him so he'd stay still]

.... Katara-chan, can you see them? [he never got a chance to ask]

[I can't see anything right now.

Really, it's a miracle that she manages to catch those words before they leave her mouth, but swallowing them leaves a bitter taste.

She's so scared, and she hates the reminder of it.]

No - I can't see them. Roku can, though.

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