poly_chromatic | o1, video & action (mako & asami sato)

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o1, video & action (mako & asami sato)—

[Mako really thinks, for a while here, that test driving a used Satomobile is going to be the best way to segue from a month of occasionally exchanging pleasantries to something more substantial. He's in the process of earning his license, so driving is important; and if there's one thing he knows about his ex-girlfriend, it's that she knows cars.

In other words, this is perfectly impersonal.

But things never work out perfectly, do they? Mako notices that the sky is transforming from sunny to overcast in a matter of odd minutes, and then the Satomobile begins to act strangely. It's like his hands are irrelevant to the steering wheel. In fact, he tests it by lifting up his palms just an inch. It's moving on its own.]

Hey, Asami. I think something's wrong with the— [BLAM!!]

(video, showing just the inside of his pocket but the voices are clear as day.)

[A harsh jerk and a crunch of the metal frame cause him to bite the word out of his tongue. The seatbelt just barely saves him from knocking his head against the wheel. He tastes a tinge of something metallic as he opens his eyes to puffs of white powder settling on the distorted dashboard. The wind is knocked out of him but he doesn't waste time catching his breath.]

Are you alright?

[His passenger's first reply is a low moan as she slowly lifts her head, neck made tender by the sudden whiplash caused from impact. Asami opens her eyes a few moments later, using that time to gather her bearings and get a quick assessment of her body. Apart from an ache that's beginning to settle in where the seatbelt had bruised her shoulder and stomach, and a small cut from broken glass at her temple, she feels fine. ]

Fine... [Rather than ask the same of him, she opts to see it with her own eyes, looking him over critically. Once satisfied, she decides to glance around—

only to immediately jerk back in her seat, a large horse head jutting in from the broken window at her side. She sits stock still for a moment, but gradually begins to relax once she realizes it isn’t actually real... She knocks her hand against its snout curiously. Plastic.] What happened? Where are we?

[Mako's attention turns to the intrusive plastic horse head, then he slowly glances ahead to see where it came from. He could make a good guess towards a carnival, maybe, but he doesn’t want to answer her that. That’s crazy.]

You've got to be kidding me... [He murmurs it under his breath. Scrunches his face and wipes thin blood off his lip. After taking a moment to melt the jammed car door just enough to loosen it for a good kick open, he climbs out of his seat to assess the damage. Whatever clunky thing that aggravates his thigh is haphazardly discarded from his pocket and onto the driver's side car seat, mistaken for some piece of car.

For a good moment, he just stands there staring at the hood that scrunches up to the shattered windshield, the pieces of broken carousel, the door he just wrecked even further for their own survival, and forget about the gaping bystanders. He jabs a thumb at the destruction.]

How did I not see this coming? [And, more importantly, how is he going to pay for this!?]

[There’s a faint murmur from Asami as Mako worries himself over the damages.] I think it’s safe to say there was nothing wrong with the car before... [The driver on the other hand...

With a sigh, Asami wrangles herself free from her seatbelt, but there’s nothing to be done about the seat itself. Whatever damages had happened to the front of the car had apparently jammed the mechanism that allowed her to adjust the seat. With no way out on her side, she turns to the driver’s side and attempts to crawl into the seat, hoping to escape the way Mako had. That’s when she notices the contraption that had fallen out, and for the moment their predicament is forgotten in favor of curiosity.]

Hey, what’s this...? [She picks it up, allowing the network a clear view of her face (and the plastic horse just behind her), which looks immediately bewildered upon seeing her reflection staring back at her. Wait — is that even her reflection? It looks too crisp, almost like a picture—]

I don’t remember this being standard issue at the Police Force.

(ooc: BASICALLY they drove out of nowhere into a chunk of the carousel. Feel free to approach them or get in touch via video/voice/text!)

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[This is Korra's first day back at the Welcome Center since getting shot. Her doctor isn't entirely thrilled about it, but Korra talked him into it since all she really does there is sit around and look at the network. It's a sweet, sweet relief to finally be somewhere other than the Beach House or the hospital, even if it's still the most boring job in the world.

She's sitting there, idly stretching out and rubbing her recovering leg as she surfs through the network, looking for newcomers, when she comes across this.]

Edited 2013-06-13 11:16 (UTC)

[No way.

Her stomach twists painfully at the sound of Mako's voice (You're over him, aren't you?), and when Asami's face comes onto the screen, it's like she's been punched in the gut. It's been months since she's seen the other girl, not since that strange weekend when there were three of her. Longer still since she's seen Mako. (She remembers the way they fought, how she told him they couldn't be friends anymore.)

Is it really them?]

I'M GOING TO PICK UP SOME NEWCOMERS, PENNY.

[She doesn't wait to see if her boss hears her, or for the inevitable protest of Korra you're injured let me do it instead. She grabs her cane and hurries outside, whistling for Naga to come. It takes the polar bear dog only a moment to get there from wherever she'd been staying to keep herself out of the way, but even that moment is too long. Korra curses her injuries yet again as she struggles to mount, but finally she's on.]

Mako and Asami are at the carousel. Let's go, girl!

[Naga takes off at a gentle gait, but that's too slow. Korra orders her to go faster. She'll pay for it later, she knows, but right now the only thing she cares about is getting to Mako & Asami now.]

Edited 2013-06-13 13:13 (UTC)

[Naga will slow when she reaches the carousel, and Korra won't immediately dismount. Nor will she even know what to say.

They'll be forgiven if they don't find her the reassuring presence she wants to be. She's been here almost a year; there've been innumerable little changes as her body has continued to grow. There's also the fact that she's dressed completely differently. Only her hairstyle remains the same.]

[Mako reluctantly tears his attention away from the clusterfuck when Asami beckons him. With a sigh, he hunches over to peer into the car, arm supported on the top of the car frame. At first it looks extremely useless and irrelevant, but then he notices the peculiar movement on the screen and its buttons. He's inclined to take it.]

That's because it isn't. [But what is it? And he's sure he remembers throwing it out of his pocket, so how it got there is what concerns him more.]

[He can't focus on it for long, though. The gadget is intriguing, but it wouldn't matter if he had a purple, miniature, two-legged flying bison in his hand. Property damage that he might have to pay for will always steal his attention.

And then there's that other factor that can steal his attention a little quicker. It's hard not to notice a polar bear dog in the middle of a city.

Wait, Korra?

He thinks he's making eye contact with her.

Stunned. And it's a good thing he can't see the blue jeans or the cane. Ease him in nice and slowly, girl.

There's a little thinking about it, but he decides to do the Right Thing by stepping a few feet away from the car so that he can approach Korra, checking back briefly to make sure Asami isn't suddenly dead on the ground behind him or anything.]

Uhh. Hey. Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what're you doing here? I thought you were devoting the day to airbending training. [also this is like

really embarrassing]

[Eventually Korra will notice his strange behavior -- as though he hasn't seen her in hours instead of months. But right now she's too busy drinking in the sight of him. She doesn't even register what he's saying]

H-hey. [She coughs, trying to clear her voice. She wants to jump off Naga and run and hug him. Except she physically can't, and knowing that she can't has made her self-conscious about everything. Remember Asami.

She slides carefully down Naga, hissing in pain as she puts too much pressure on her healing shoulder. Her knuckles are white as they grip her stupid cane.]

Welcome back. [Somehow it doesn't occur to her that he wouldn't remember.]

[He can tell something is off in the way she regards him, and he seriously considers all the things he could have done to offend her. She seemed okay with his plans to spend the day with Asami, but... crap, girls don't always say what they mean, and—

and she's moving so strangely. At first he thinks it's the tight pants, but then he realizes what's in her hand: that's a cane.

Urgent with concern, he lunges forward to give her assistance. Her words miss him.]

Spirits, Korra, what the heck happened to you!?

[She flinches -- his overzealous attempt to help is....less than helpful.]

It's a long story. [One she's not looking forward to telling him. She puts it off by looking around for Asami.]

I have all night.

[THAT IS ONE INTENSE GAZE, and his feet are planted like that car doesn't exist and— wait, he's forgetting something.]

Hold on, I think Asami's still stuck in the Satomobile. Don't... [He gestures with his hands. Don't something. Bah.] Just take it easy.

[And then he proceeds with that awkward slow-yet-hasty pace back to the car.]

[...........wow. Okay. How did she manage to forget about the broken car?!? Korra kicks herself mentally and limps as quickly as she can after him.]

Asami, are you okay?!

[ IT'S OKAY, TBH, ASAMI FORGOT ABOUT HER PREDICAMENT TOO the moment korra arrived because, like mako, asami had been under the assumption that the avatar had been busy at air temple island for the day. she'd tried her best to lean up on her hands, twisting her neck a little to peer past broken glass to see the other girl, only to grow more and more confused by what she sees.

as soon as he finds his way back to the driver's side of the car, asami's hitting him with a barrage of questions. ]

—is that really Korra? What is she doing here? Is she okay? What is she wearing? Was that a cane?

[ korra's voice rings out a moment later, and she's compelled to reply with a reassuring: ] I'm fine! [ there's a cut along the side of her face that's still bleeding, but not profusely, and beneath her clothing they're likely to find some bruising from the impact, but other than that she shouldn't look too worrying. some of the metal in her door has been dented enough by that plastic horse thing that her legs have gotten caught and she can't easily twist and wriggle out on her own. ]

[Mako's just going to ignore her questions for now. He crouches down beside Asami, first to closely assess the situation, and second to get on her level so that he can take her cheeks in his hands. He frowns with a deep, intense stare into her eyes, and only after a few long seconds he sighs and lets go.]

Pupils are fine.

[He stands up so that he can lean forward into the car, punching dented parts to test durability. He rests his hand on a piece of the dash, heats his palm to emolliate the part. That's when he finally addresses her inquiries.]

Your questions are the same as mine, Asami.

[He glances back briefly to make sure Korra's caught up or catching up, but he can't... really leave Asami here again.

Damsels. Waddaya gonna do with them.]

[Korra is catching up, thanks. The sight of just how bad the damage is makes her stomach churn. Asami said she was fine, but everything else has been going wrong recently....it's hard not to envision the other girl as completely torn up.]

What can I do? [Nothing, her mind tells her; she's in no physical condition to do something that physically intense.]

Maybe Naga can...push? [GIVE HER A PLAN, MAKO. SHE'S BEGINNING TO FREAK OUT.]

[ the simple touch to her cheeks has asami's mind stopping instantly, thoughts and questions screeching to their own halt with just as much force as the satomobile had. she stares at him for a second, wide-eyed and stunned, but just as an odd mixture of exasperation, chagrin, and something else bubbles in her gut in response, he's gone, backed off, working on helping her out.

she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. ]

It's — just the door. [ she leans back up to meet korra's eyes behind mako, slowly working to gather her bearings again. she jerks a thumb towards the horse half-inside the car. ] This guy's got my foot trapped. Do you think Naga can pull him away?

I got it. Korra, stay put.

[He gives the softened pieces a series of good punches, creating that normal-sized (though still distorted) gap between the glove compartment and the seat. He wags his hand and inches back out.

Asami has a little more wiggle room, at least, but his hand can't spare the same for the horse.]

Yeah, get Naga back there. I'll just need to assist with the angle. [He turns to Korra and points to the opposite side of the car. He speaks practically, voice stern, but his eyes fall to the cane and he subconsciously notices those little quirks in her body and face and structure he'd never once noticed before. (Maybe he's getting better at this Boyfriend thing.)

But first, he has to get back up in Asami's grill, propping his knee on the corner of the driver's seat once again. He offers Korra a quirk at the corner of his lips while waiting for Naga to transition, not ready to hunch back inside quite yet.]

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[What is it with her and bossy men? There's a brief flash of irritation, quickly dwarfed by the relief at seeing them both again. She whistles for Naga to come over.]

Naga, get the horse.

[The polar bear dog grabs the plastic horse in her strong jaw and pulls hard, giving Mako the room he needs to help Asami out while Korra hovers, wishing she could do more to help.]

[The carousel horse has some pretttty freaky deaky eyes, so Mako tries to get it out as quickly as possible, minding Asami's foot. As Naga pulls, he uses short, precisely timed bursts of strength to position it where it needs to be to get it, until it's mostly back out through the window.]

Watch the glass. [He murmurs instruction while hooking an arm beneath Asami's. He only gives her that advice because his arms and knees are feeling the burns now, cut from loose shards that were aggravated in the process of moving out the horse.

He hooks an arm beneath hers and tries to ease her out, although gives her the liberty of control on where to go.]

Korra, are you able to heal her wounds..? [His voice hesitates to ask at the end. Why hadn't she healed her own?]

[ it hadn't truly occurred to asami how much of a damsel in distress she was being until mako made mention of her wounds, and almost instantly she feels a flutter of indignation in the pit of her stomach. ]

I'm fine, [ she insists, half out of embarrassment and half out of frustration. mako is just as injured as she is, she's sure — possibly even worse, since he'd started to move around way before she had. she just had the misfortune of getting too up close and personal with a plastic horse.

as if to prove herself, she uses most of her own strength to wriggle out of the car, now that her foot is free. there's a slight ache there from where the door had bent over it, forcing a weird angle for a while, but a quick test on the ground already tells her it's nothing more than that.

once her feet touch the ground, she disengages from mako, not even waiting till she's steady on her own feet. a step is taken back, putting a respectable amount of distance between them, and almost hastily her attention is flung back towards the other girl. ]

Are you okay? [ she'll just give that cane a pointed stare. ]

[Are you able to heal her wounds? Korra stares at him, unbelieving. How can he even ask her that?! Rub in the fact that she doesn't have her waterbending anymore. She's lost her powers, her ability to even move without help...how pathetic can she get.

She turns to Asami, focusing on the other girl in an effort to keep from snapping.]

There was an incident, but I'll be okay. Honestly.

Sorry I don't carry band-aids around. [with a significant, angry look at Mako. (who should totally remember what bandaids are from the last time he was here. totally.)]

[...wait what. He raises an eyebrow.]

O..kay?

[Clearly he missed something. He clears his throat to ease the tension and brings up a new topic, hands in his pockets.]

I've no doubt the guy who owns this kiddie ride has been notified about the mess. He and an officer are probably on their way, and usually they bring at least one waterbender to the scene of an accident. Right, Asami?

[Since, you know, she has experience with car accidents.]

Edited 2013-06-14 01:29 (UTC)

Right, but...

[ asami tapers off after that, giving korra a fairly critical look. the clothing, those odd shoes, even the cane...

and what had that word been? band-aids?

not to mention that Look korra had thrown mako's way...

she finally takes the time to give the area around them one long, panning glance. ]

I'm not really sure we should be expecting anything like that right now. [ or at all. ]

[Korra frowns.]

There aren't any waterbenders here. How badly did you hit your head in that thing?

[Don't worry, she'll catch on eventually.]

[He can see the wheels turning in Asami's head, and his expression falls grim as his thoughts begin to align.

Korra's clothes are just clothes; maybe he doesn't get them, but a shirt is a shirt and trousers are trousers and... well, the "boots" are the weirdest part about her getup but he's so oblivious about fashion that he can assume it's just not something he'd know about.

But he does know Republic City like the back of his hand. Not even the most complex carnival design can disguise the street patterns from him. He has no clue where he is.

The Satomobile acting out on its own, the carousel cropping up out of nowhere, the devices that appeared in his and Asami's pockets on coincidence...

The looks Korra keeps giving him and the way she keeps talking to him.

Maybe even among the most concrete evidence, this is what disturbs him the most. He frowns right back at her, confused and a little pissed and hurt.]

Hopefully harder than I thought. [He brushes dry blood away from his mouth and shakes his head, then draws a reluctant look to his new device.]

...I need to get in touch with Bolin.

[ in the face of all this confusion, asami defaults to doing the math. between the three of them, only one of them right now is looking like the other two should be on the same page as her. it's that expectant look from korra (like she's waiting for the two of them to catch on to some joke that's been told before) that nags at asami's mind. ]

Korra... What's going on?

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sorry lean i can't help myself jump in whenever!

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