七

[anatural]

[action]

[After a week gone, Korra finally has her head screwed on straight -- sort of. She still doesn't feel ready to face her friends, their worries and their questions, but she knows she can't put it off any more.

She sneaks into the apartment, hoping that nobody's there.]

[voice]
H-hey Chekov. Sorry I've missed our sessions. Can we meet up later this afternoon?

[Korra tries to turn off the device, but accidentally flicks the video on. For a few seconds you can see her -- her eyes are dark and sunken, and there's a gray cast to her skin, a subtle loss of color that anyone who's known the City dead would recognize.

She quickly closes the device.]

Comments

Private/Unhackable

[mortemscintilla]

[ Announcing it right up front? On a potentially risky line? Save me from amateurs. ]

You don't know who I really am. [ A reminder and a warning. ] Keep it that way.

Private/Unhackable

[anatural]

I know you're not who you pretend to be.

Private/Unhackable

[mortemscintilla]

[ And planets continue to be round. ]

That isn't up for discussion.

[ He wants that meeting. In person. This is what's known as a RYBAT. A matter of extreme sensitivity in his profession. He can't leave a wild variable like her floating in the wind, just waiting to come back and bite him in the ass. ]

Private/Unhackable

[anatural]

You're right. It's not.

[And she cuts the connection. She doesn't want anything to do with you, Hei. Not if she has a choice in the matter.]

Private/Unhackable

[mortemscintilla]

[ The feeling is mutual. But he will be watching her -- and her friends -- until a cleaner solution presents itself. ]