[When he parts ways with Korra, Chekov is visibly troubled--more so now that he believes he's unobserved, just an anonymous part of the crowd. Knowing that something is wrong and being unable to investigate it is immensely frustrating.
And something is very wrong. Li hadn't seemed troubled the last time Chekov spoke with him, and his entire demeanor in the forest when he had been with Korra was off. It was almost as if Li had been another person, just for an instant. Naga had looked ready to attack Li, as well; that doesn't mean anything in and of itself, but it's puzzling.
Chekov wants little more to get out of the crowd so he can think in peace. Wholly unaware of Hei, he veers off towards Xanadu, first at a brisk walk and then, as the crowd thins, at a jog. A little exercise and time alone--that's what he needs to sort this out.
He's in a flat-out sprint by the time he hits the City's outskirts. Chekov is a thinker first and foremost, but he is also an accomplished runner: the youngest to win the annual Starfleet Academy marathon, accustomed to running barefoot for two hours each day to stay primed. What he lacks in size, heft, and combat experience, he makes up for in speed.
He doesn't stop until he's sure he has gone far enough to avoid company, but, should Hei fall behind, it's not difficult to determine where he went. Running is not a terribly stealthy activity.]
Hullo, favorite creeper!
And something is very wrong. Li hadn't seemed troubled the last time Chekov spoke with him, and his entire demeanor in the forest when he had been with Korra was off. It was almost as if Li had been another person, just for an instant. Naga had looked ready to attack Li, as well; that doesn't mean anything in and of itself, but it's puzzling.
Chekov wants little more to get out of the crowd so he can think in peace. Wholly unaware of Hei, he veers off towards Xanadu, first at a brisk walk and then, as the crowd thins, at a jog. A little exercise and time alone--that's what he needs to sort this out.
He's in a flat-out sprint by the time he hits the City's outskirts. Chekov is a thinker first and foremost, but he is also an accomplished runner: the youngest to win the annual Starfleet Academy marathon, accustomed to running barefoot for two hours each day to stay primed. What he lacks in size, heft, and combat experience, he makes up for in speed.
He doesn't stop until he's sure he has gone far enough to avoid company, but, should Hei fall behind, it's not difficult to determine where he went. Running is not a terribly stealthy activity.]