markofthebrave: (Wooooah boy)
[If you are passing by the Southmost bridge at just the right time, you will find it hard not to notice the girl in an unusual dress and boots facedown on the ground. One shoulder is strangely disjointed, and there are bruises up and down her arms, particularly violent ones around her wrists. She looks like nothing more than a broken and discarded doll.

As the sun continues to set, the coolness in the ground will cause her to start to stir. When she sits up, she grimaces, moving as if there might be something wrong with her ribs. If you happen to be looking at her as she does, you'll notice the sickening blue and yellow bruise spread across her right collarbone, the lovely shiner on her eye.

The wonderful thing about Luceti? Sometimes there's a journal right where you need it. She barely has enough presence of mind to make sure the picture points away from her face, but her voice is very tired.]


Sokka, Aang - I'm back. [Sorry Suki, Zuko.] I'm okay.

[10 100 (thank you, Shikamaru) percent filter to Chopper, Raine]
Hey guys, if you're there - I could use a little help.

[She doesn't want her brother and Aang to see her like this.]
markofthebrave: (Hooooooooo | Not Done Yet)
[If you are passing by a particular patch of forest not far from the barracks after four o'clock in the afternoon, you will immediately notice the landscape has changed. The grass is all dead. Several trees are dessicated, trails of splinters splattered in a wild pattern. There are deep rents in the ground, impacts where something heavy has fallen. And there is a large imperfect square of ice, off to the side by one of the few remaining trees. A small hint of blue ribbon peeks out of the edge, and on further examination it's clear why there was no cry for help: her journal was iced shut.

The fight was brief and brutal. Katara is gone.

Look past the ice and there are signs of other combatants. An ornate sword is stuck deep in the ground, not far from a shield with its straps sliced through. Follow a path of trampled grass, not more than a few steps, and there is a wooden flute half-tucked away in some bushes, and a blue headband caught in the branches above it, almost as if it were marking the spot.

It appears she was not taken alone.]

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