二十七

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[Korra is done with the hospital. So very, very, VERY done.

Unfortunately, neither her body nor the hospital staff agree. Just a few more days, they promise her. You sustained major trauma from those bullet wounds. Personally, she finds the pain less traumatic than the terrible smell and the snoring of her roommates. (She's able to think this only because of really excellent pain medication.)

The biggest problem with being stuck in the hospital, though, is that it gives her too much time to think. About the injuries she sustained. About how she's going to need physical therapy. About the fact that no matter how hard she tries, she might never be able to move the way she used to again. The doctor warned her that her shoulder will be prone to popping out of its socket, and that her muscles may be stiff and harder to move than before. She's very lucky that none of the bullets shattered bone or nicked any organs. She could have died or been paralyzed. She tries to remember that and feel grateful, but mostly she feels like, bit by bit, everything that makes her her is being chipped away.

She hates hospitals.]


[ooc: open to any and all visitors or hospital staff!]

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[...okay, so, that much of it went over her head? Shit. Could've just used a simpler story. Whatever. You live and you learn.]

Yeah.

And from what I can tell from scrying, he's given it to someone else. I don't know why. But someone else has it now.

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[Hey, she's injured, drugged up, and from a world without that kind of magic. You try understanding that story with her background!

Speaking of drugged up...]

Why would he give it to someone else?

[She shakes her head, trying to clear the fog. Wait, did she already answer that?]

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[Small shake of the head.]

I don't...know. I kind of thing they might be in league with each other. Like, maybe they met here and thought it would be a good idea to become allies.

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[Korra's head is clearing, and this story is sounding kookier and kookier.]

So. Two evil wizards teamed up. And stole your knife.

[She begins to wonder how close her room is to the kooky ward.]

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[Head is hanging now, okay?]

Yeah, I didn't really expect you to believe it.

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[Great. Now she feels kinda like a heel.]

What makes that knife so special, anyway? [Trying to believe. Or at least pretend to believe.]

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It's magic. It can cut through the Shadows, the dark forces of magic. But it can summon the Shadows too.

If they try to use the knife here in the City...

[Trailing off because...clearly, trailing off indicates a suspicion of doom.]

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..........right.

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[Yeah. Okay.]

Sorry--you probably think I'm crazy right now. I don't think I'd blame you if you did. But...thanks for listening, anyway. That...that helps.

[Another small smile~]

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I'm sorry about your knife? [She doesn't believe you, but she feels kinda bad about that.]

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Thanks. I'll...figure something out. I don't know what yet, but I'll figure something out.

[Getting up now... This whole conversation has not been quite as productive as one might hope. Hmm...]

I should...go. The doctors might not like it if I'm just, you know, wandering around, right?

Um. I hope you feel better soon.

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Thanks. You too.

[Don't worry, Flaggface. You just need to come at her again from a slightly different direction and she'll be putty in your hands.]

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[Another one of those faint and flickering smiles and...gone again.]