poly_chromatic | 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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[Blue hair? Asami, do you even see this??

At this point Mako is getting accustomed to these strange faces sticking their noses into his business. At least now he realizes they're trying to help, for the most part.]

We're fine. I take it you're seeing us just like we're seeing you.

[ ...Okay, he's staring at something on her face. Time to keep it cool. Don't get self-conscious here. ]

...Yes. I know it takes a bit of time to get used to, but these boxes help us communicate over great distances. Though, I must ask... I heard a strange noise before. It was like almost like a giant roar. Are you a beast-rider?

[He raises an eyebrow at her peculiar choice of words, but he thinks he knows what she's trying to say.]

I think you heard the Satomobile. We crashed it into a carousel.

What a strange name for a beast. I've never heard of one with something so elaborate. I am not an expert on common names for them, but have you tried maybe shortening it to ...Sato-kins?

[ She's taking a page out of Gerome's book here, but she's not sure what else she would name it. Then again, she hasn't seen what it looks like, either. ]

Sato-kins? You'll have to ask the manufacturer herself.

[He turns the camera to show her the crumpled up Satomobile.] We'll probably resign to calling it "junk" in the morning.

Manufacturer? Is that what you call owners ... and should you really call it "junk" after a single ac-

[ ...Oh. It's not an animal at all, is it? Welp. She feels dumb now. She visibly cringes. ]

...what is that... exactly? Is it armor?

[ She peers closer at the screen, looking perplexed. ]

[Mako doesn't realize she's trying to get a better look, so when he swings the camera back to face him, she's going to get a nice view of his face.]

It used to be a car. Pretty unrecognizable now, huh?

[ Definitely too close now. Now, this is awkward. She's pulling back quickly and bowing her head a little. ]

Forgive me ... I was only trying to discern what it was supposed to look like before. I am not familiar with what a "car" is, but it does look quite broken. Perhaps, you can have someone repair it for you if they can find the necessary parts.

Yeah, there's gotta be a mechanic around here somewhere. Whether or not we can find a cheap one is the issue...

—Wait, if you don't know what a car is, how do you usually get by around here?

I get by on foot, and many others do from what I have witnessed. Do they not ...walk in your world?

[ Seems rather lazy if you ask her. ]

Depends on who you are. [If you're rich like Asami, you get a few sets of wheels or sixty. Street rats like Mako and Bolin get to pad around on foot. And then there's Korra. But even then...]

It's just that cars are pretty standard fare, even in the city.

I have never seen one before today, so I'm afraid you might not have much luck finding a new one here. Do you use yours in battle, as well, or is it only a means of transportation?

[ It would be bad if he can't fight without his car... not that there are anything like man-eating dragons flying about, but it doesn't hurt to be well-equipped in unknown territory. ]

[Noted. Not necessarily a bad thing for him; he's gone most of his life without driving. His companion, however...]

Just transportation. It's more of a convenience than anything.

It should be easy to adapt to walking, at least. In time, it will hardly seem like a noticeable change.

[ Other things... not so much. Speaking of which! ]

Though I should warn you, other features of this land are not as easy to grow accustomed to.

Good to know. Mind telling me what those features are?

Of course, but ...you may not like what you hear.

[ Her expression turns grim, knowing there isn't an easy way to put any of this. ]

There are certain afflictions that befall the city regularly. Many call them 'curses.' They tend to have a great affect on either one's personality or the environment. They're dangerous, unpredictable, and impossible to escape.

Oh yeah, some kid was telling us about curses earlier. Do you have some examples?

The most recent I could recall were those telling their personal thoughts and secrets to the public. I guess that would be more embarrassing than dangerous, though one man claimed he was changed into a woman once.

[A pause.]

... Now I'm convinced we're somebody's science experiment. We just have to track down these "deities."

That's a task easier said than done. I was told they only appear when one wishes to bargain with them, and even then, bargaining is only in the favor of the deities. I wouldn't advise trying it.

[ Unless he's really that curious, but judging from the response of others, they did not fair well with their requests. ]

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