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legend of korra: asami sato

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[ The screen seems a little fuzzy, this being a broadcast of knitted memories flowing swiftly from one to another. Asami can be seen at the probending arena as the boys pack, her mansion with Mako and Bolin, and later racing with Korra. When her father is accused of being an Equalist, she stands by him; mistakenly, as it turns out. Choosing to go against him, this rehash is largely made up of things leading up to that turning point in the underground factory when she first uses an electric-shock glove to fight her way free of her father's twisted vision.

More than that, she's oblivious to this post as it airs her dirty laundry until the replies filter in. ]

[ OOC: Only the clips with Asami in will be shown, along with people around her. They can be skipped to at 01:20, 04:00-07:22, 08:03, 09:00-11:32, 13:12-14:57, 15:47-16:49, 20:22-21:55, 23:00. ]

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so
thats what a satomobile looks like in action
pretty sweet

Huh?

[ A minute or so later: ]

... Oh, spirits.
What just happened?

this is just a wild guess but
i think youre cursed

tHAT

Yeah, that was a satomobile.

[If he weren't so bad with ~emotions~ he'd...mention the other thing. But. It seems better to just. Distract her from it.]

did you make that one

[ It's appreciated, he isn't so subtle she doesn't see what he's doing. ]

Haha. No, sweetie. That's a real satomobile on the testing track.

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That was...

[ Familiar, in terms of powers and manipulation. And betrayal. ]

I'm sorry.

Oh! No, no, it's ... It's fine, thank you.

Did you ... ever make up with him?

Your father, I mean?

I ... haven't had the chance.

I'm so sorry. [ Sad and stunned. On the surface. ] It wasn't right for the City to show something that personal. [ Disgusting, that it can happen to anyone here. Even him. ]

Yeah. Sorry, could we change the subject?

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[That morning, Korra strolls into the apartment, trying to look totally cool and chill and like she hadn't been out all day and night with Li. As a child. She isn't sure what upsets her more -- spending that much time with Li, or having her powers back for just a day.

All she really wants to do is hide in her room for awhile, maybe hug Naga, but Asami's there when she gets in.]

Oh! Hey Asami. How goes this?

[Awkward Avatar is awkward. RIght now she's just trying to cover up her own upset, but she'll notice Asami's distress soon enough.]

Yeah! Everything's fine.

[ Rubbing her eyes and flicking hair aside out of them as she straightens. Wow, sneaky Avatar. ]

Hey, what's up?

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[That wasn't very convincing, Asami. Korra frowns, effectively distracted from her own feelings.]

You sure you're all right? Did Mako do something stupid? I can hit him for you if you want.

No, it wasn't Mako.

[ Handing her the communicator. ]

[Every emotion is visible on Korra's face -- sadness, disgust, anger.]

Who did this?!

[She's going to PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE.]

It did it itself, I have no idea how it got into my head like that.

[ It feels, weirdly enough, like this violation of privacy cuts a lot deeper than it could have by dragging in her dad. ]

You should be careful around yours, Korra.

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Where are you right now?

[ Luckily for Mako he wasn't affected this time around. ]

In my room.

Don't go anywhere.

[ He's out back at the time of his texts but with long strides and taking the apartment steps two at a time, Mako's in their apartment and at her bedroom door in no time. His knuckles touch the wood once, rapping. ]

[ She's huddled up in bed, arms around her knees. ]

Come in.

[ The door barely makes a sound as it's shut behind him. Mako moves to her bedside and takes in her appearance, the huddled form. ]

...hey.

[ Lowering himself down to the mattress he reaches out to tentatively brush his fingertips over top of her knuckles. ]

[ She doesn't move to take his hand, too emotionally wrung out to really care if there's anyone there to hold onto her. The lipstick's done, a thin layer of mascara left since she felt the need to wash her face after re-watching the feed.

She wants to go home more than anything, but there's no way she could even if they found themselves back in Republic City tomorrow. ]

Hi.

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