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[anatural]

[Have another memory, City.

It starts with Korra hiding under a table.

A masked man walks into the room, and she does her best not to breathe. It almost seems like it works...

And then suddenly she's yanked out of the table and dangled in the air by some invisible force.

"LET HER GO!" Mako unleashes fireballs on the masked figure, but then he too is lifted into the air.

Korra is dropped to the ground, but her body still isn't her own. The masked figure circles behind her -- grabs her neck -- puts a thumb on her forehead.

Her eyes roll into her head, and Korra passes out on the floor. The masked figure stares down at her.

"I told you I would destroy you."]


[ action ]

[This post goes up in the morning, but Korra's not going to be looking at her network device until the late afternoon.

If you're out and about today, you might run into her.

晨 Morning: Training in the park with Jinora

下午 Afternoon: Taking Naga for a stroll

黃昏 Evening: Working as a bouncer in a seedy bar in the Underground.


Be careful. She's had a stressful week, and once she knows about this video, her mood's going to be foul indeed.]

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Re: Evening~

[mortemscintilla]

[ He knows that feeling. Also knows that some emotions are the kind you're never completely familiar with. But they're more empowering than self-pity, so you take them. It's just an excess that steals your focus, takes away your periphery. ]

They don't. That makes it easier for them to poke fingers where they don't belong. To wind you up. [ So watch yourself is left unsaid, because it's unnecessary. She can handle it. Young, naive, still-stumbling -- but she's that type. In the interior of the bar, he sees a few bikers getting their gear, putting on jackets, stubbing cigarettes, gathering helmets and gloves. As they clump out, a solid trail of stale smoke and billingsgate, there are nods, looks exchanged. He's found the faces he was after. ]

[ Hands slipped into his pockets, he tracks the gang's route to their rides. Glances back at Korra. Logistics trump this moment of almost-kindness, or whatever it was. ] I'll see you around. [ Although there's something gentle in the way his cadence falls. ]

Evening~

[anatural]

[She notices the way he's glancing around, who he makes eye contact with. She almost asks him about it, but she doesn't. She's overwhelmed as it is. Almost asks him what he's doing later tonight, but the Underground has left a dirty taste in her mouth.

Lot of almosts tonight.]

Yeah. Hey! [She grabs a boy -- about Korra's age, though he seems much younger -- by the back of his shirt and yanks him away from the door.] You don't belong here. Get going.

[She shoves him away. Adds an extra kick when he tries to cop a feel. Back to work.]

Evening~

[mortemscintilla]

[ A night for almosts. An almost-smile when she boots the boy away. An almost-shake of the head that's equal parts Such a temper and No rest for the stupid. But just like lying, he knows the value of space, knows he wouldn't exactly be the ideal chaser after a night spent knee-deep in scumbags. You don't scrub off moral filth with more filth. (Although, just as hangouts are cyclical in the Underground, desires are too. She can expect a call by next week, asking if she wants to drop by. Maybe -- probably -- that's how he rinses out bitter tastes in his mouth.) ]

[ Absentmindedly, Hei points to her necklace, ] Make sure no one yanks that off. [ It's That looks good on you in any other language. Then he's turned on his heel, and faded back into the fabric of the crowd. ]