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[avatar_state]

Character Name: Korra log - OPEN

Who: Korra et al
What: What the characters are doing.
When: When the characters are interacting.
Where: Where the characters are interacting.

Content Warnings: None, will add if needed.



Washing Ashore - Closed to Team Avatar

She remembered floating in the water. Having been...herself, then something else, then herself again. But it all floated in front of her mind like leaves on the stream, there one moment and gone the next. Nothing she could focus on. She had, after a time, watched ashore. She had felt the water of a tide washing over her form, chill and...familiar. It felt like home, like the Pole; the cold water she had swam in when she was a child. It was not the sort of cold that bothered her, but it was strange. Where was the sun?

There had been greeters - or had supposed to be there - but their process was...interrupted. Because alongside Korra, the vast bulk of Naga had washed up. And while the mighty legs of the polar bear dog were still unsteady, her jaws were still powerful - and she drew herself with great effort over Korra, rearing back up as best she could, snarling at anybody who tried to approach. All the greeting committee were able to do was throw a cloak over her - and for a whole day, Naga kept up her watch.

And it was her face that Korra saw first as she smiled up into the strange sky. "Hey, girl," she said, reaching up to pet her face. "Thanks for taking care of me." She knew, instinctively, what had happened.

It took her some time to stand. More to get dressed. She looked through the pack, examined each object with a sigh. She'd been home. She'd been happy - she rolled the engagement rings she'd had made in her fingers, the key consideration of that - but something, and she had a sneaking idea what, had drawn her back in.

Finally, using a piece of driftwood until her legs were steady enough, she began to walk, her free hand holding onto Naga.

"Let's go find our family," she said.

Exploring - OPEN

In time, she rode Naga again. Once there had been food for both of them. She couldn't quite get her mind around this place - it was like Deerington but not...but she felt the same sense of the place. Like there was constantly something wrong. Something foreboding...

In the back of her mind, she felt it. The sense that she should...give up, accept the place. Face the future, turn from the past. It might even have worked, but she was still the Avatar - and the Avatar, even shorn from the direct memories of her predecessors, was a product of the past. To give it up would mean to...shed herself, in many ways.

And either out of stubbornness or will, Korra couldn't do that. Couldn't be that. She would not let this place lull her - she would find out what it was, what it was doing. If it was as malevolent as she had believed Deerington itself to be.

And thus, she explored. In the rest times, she worked on the driftwood she had found, out of some half-forgotten instinct. She could almost feel Aang smiling on her. She used fire, and water, and air to shape it, smooth it, add a shine. It was something to do while she thought, at first. But then it became something to finish.

She could be found many places, either on foot or riding astride Naga - the newly-made staff in her hand. She looked better than she had in Deerington - rested, fit, healed. In a word, ready.

Comments

[onerthes]

"I am gradually feeling better than I did towards the end of the stay in the nightmare." This wasn't to say that everything was fine. She was at this point well aware that her magic was definitively not coming back to her, other than the ability to see the future, which wasn't a gift she'd wanted back. However, she was feeling better than she had in a long time.

"It's amazing what you can do with a decent night's sleep under your belt, isn't it?"

[avatar_state]

"A decent night's sleep, a journey home. And...I haven't tried it yet, but I feel like I was before Deerington. There's this thing called the Avatar State and the last place just...ruined it. Well, tried to. Every time I tried to enter it I'd create a flower or a bush or something, which isn't the worst result that could've happened."

"But it's good to have all my options back. At least, I think I do."

[onerthes]

"I recall you mentioning that once." She couldn't remember whether it had been the first time or the second she'd arrived. "I'm actually glad to hear your full power is back in your hands, or at least more in your hands than before. That will help in many respects. You were already quite the power house after all."

A pause. "Maybe be careful of your limits to be sure. Before you go fighting more giant earthworms with fangs."

[avatar_state]

She groans, remembering.

"Ugh, don't remind me - I swear that's all I saw when I closed my eyes for a week. That thing looked like someone crammed a dentists' school in a massive tube of dough."

She shuddered a bit, making a 'blech' face.

"How about you? Has the changeover...helped?"

[onerthes]

She laughed a little. "It was an ugly bastard, wasn't it?" she said softly before sighing and closing her eyes. "In a sense, yes? In a sense, no. My magic is gone, entirely. I couldn't snap a spark if my life depended on it, but I have more than enough skill to preserve my well being. I just have to be clever and fast on my feet, don't I?"

"But some gifts have returned. I... can see the future again. Vague. Unclear spats of it, but I can see. I believe there's more, but it isn't necessarily the sort of thing that makes a splash in combat."

[avatar_state]

That is a bit worrisome for a few reasons. One of them being the fact that Vira-Lorr was her backup plan if anything went wrong with her powers. But mainly because Vira-Lorr was a valued friend and ally she could trust in combat. And a potent defender of the innocent.

"How...how does that work?" she asks. It's easier to focus on, for a start. And, she reasons, potentially even more useful in the long run.

[onerthes]

"My people exist very slightly in the dimension of time, I think is the term. We do not walk it, as some others may. But our third eye both sees the world as others see it, and they also see the possibilities. The possibilities that have come and gone before, and the ones that exist in the future. It's vague. Interpreting it is hard, but we can see possibilities." It was her best way of explaining just seeing the future.

"It is a dangerous gift, but a valuable one at times."

[avatar_state]

"Honestly, that sounds...really useful. We could have used it in Deerington, so I'm glad it's back."

But then she paused, because...well, Vira-Lorr didn't get things without cost, did she?

"Unless it...hurts? I'm sorry, time stuff I do not get at all."

Said by someone who was very much a part of both past, present and future - but in a very linear sort of way.

[onerthes]

"It's dangerous to rely too closely on, and I tend to think that it's good to be free of the shackles of the future, but..." She sighed and smiled over at her. "There may be a time when vague warnings do not hurt at all. And if anyone else gains the gift, then we can compare notes too."

"No, there's no pain. Though, there's possibly distressing visions, considering who and what we're probably dealing with." No, the visions weren't painful, but oh man, when the whole world was focused on blood and monsters? They weren't going to be happy visions.

[avatar_state]

The reverse of how she'd ever heard it - namely, to avoid being shackled to the past.

But the latter...

"I might be able to help, with the distress. If you need it."

[onerthes]

Destiny was a tricky thing. It really could. "If I find myself in it, Korra, you're a friend. I will remember to come to you," she assured her. "It's never easy when the vision is of something dark and dire in nature. Friends help."