a. memory: long life the king; Closed to Varian and Palamedes cw: brainwashing 🤷 [ Wu, small and thin and dressed in a rather silly outfit, with two familiar looking men holding both his arms. He struggles, but not very much, looking up from one to the other, his voice cracking when he tries to reason with them: ]
Mako! Bolin! Please, you don't have to do this! You, you wouldn't do this! It's Guan, he's in your head.
[ Neither of them react, and Wu tries to pull himself away, but the Wu in this memory is even more weedy than the Wu standing next to you, biting his nails as he watches ]
Oh, boy. Oh, boy oh boy--
[ He's still scared of it, even if he knows how it shakes out in the end ]
b. memory: kidnapping [ You're in a fancy bathroom, and Wu walks in, dressed to the nines in a green suit with a gold scarf. A bathroom attendant has a towel over one arm and a bottle of cologne in the other hand ]
Good afternoon, Sir. Perhaps a spritz of cologne, to freshen up?
Make it a double, buddy!
[ Wu stretches out his arms with a broad grin. The attendant covers his mouth and nose with the towel he is holding and sprays Wu with a red vapor. Wu starts coughing heavily and starts to waver ]
Mako, help! Wu... down...
[ He falls to the ground, only to be caught by the attendant, who shuffles him out of the bathroom. Do you follow? ]
c. caught [ Maybe being out by himself in a month like this wasn't a good idea. He was just going between the Raccoon Room and the market, trying to find some ingredient that Mako said he needed, because he won't stop focusing on the food he wants to make for the Winter Solstace, and Wu is trying to support him however he can, to try and stave off the awful smoke that's rising from Mako's skin, the anger in his eyes whenever he looks at his brother or some of his friends. He has to try.
But trying to help isn't really turning out great for Wu, because as he walks along one of the streets, Fritter the raccoon nestled in his coat, he steps in exactly the wrong spot, and a trap closes around his ankle, snapping to life as the rope pulls and suddenly Wu is suspended in the air, letting out a shout. Fritter grabs on tight to his coat, her own little chittering sream joining his.
Help a Paleblood out of a trap? He's not your prey (hopefully). ]
d. lockjoint... sort of [ The hot springs are the place to be this December. Wu relaxes back with a sigh, the heat of the water making his usually impeccably styled hair curl up around his forehead. There's not actually anything wrong with him, he's been spared from the horrors of lockjoint, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a nice soak, in the company of a nice man.
He's the image of relaxation: leaning back, his arms stretched out, so at odds with the world outside, with friends hunting friends, with the harsh winter setting in.
Join him? ]
d. wildcard [ Hit me! We can also plot out something on the plotting post, or at spudbud ]
Wu || Legend of Korra
cw: brainwashing 🤷
[ Wu, small and thin and dressed in a rather silly outfit, with two familiar looking men holding both his arms. He struggles, but not very much, looking up from one to the other, his voice cracking when he tries to reason with them: ]
Mako! Bolin! Please, you don't have to do this! You, you wouldn't do this! It's Guan, he's in your head.
[ Neither of them react, and Wu tries to pull himself away, but the Wu in this memory is even more weedy than the Wu standing next to you, biting his nails as he watches ]
Oh, boy. Oh, boy oh boy--
[ He's still scared of it, even if he knows how it shakes out in the end ]
b. memory: kidnapping
[ You're in a fancy bathroom, and Wu walks in, dressed to the nines in a green suit with a gold scarf. A bathroom attendant has a towel over one arm and a bottle of cologne in the other hand ]
Good afternoon, Sir. Perhaps a spritz of cologne, to freshen up?
Make it a double, buddy!
[ Wu stretches out his arms with a broad grin. The attendant covers his mouth and nose with the towel he is holding and sprays Wu with a red vapor. Wu starts coughing heavily and starts to waver ]
Mako, help! Wu... down...
[ He falls to the ground, only to be caught by the attendant, who shuffles him out of the bathroom. Do you follow? ]
c. caught
[ Maybe being out by himself in a month like this wasn't a good idea. He was just going between the Raccoon Room and the market, trying to find some ingredient that Mako said he needed, because he won't stop focusing on the food he wants to make for the Winter Solstace, and Wu is trying to support him however he can, to try and stave off the awful smoke that's rising from Mako's skin, the anger in his eyes whenever he looks at his brother or some of his friends. He has to try.
But trying to help isn't really turning out great for Wu, because as he walks along one of the streets, Fritter the raccoon nestled in his coat, he steps in exactly the wrong spot, and a trap closes around his ankle, snapping to life as the rope pulls and suddenly Wu is suspended in the air, letting out a shout. Fritter grabs on tight to his coat, her own little chittering sream joining his.
Help a Paleblood out of a trap? He's not your prey (hopefully). ]
d. lockjoint... sort of
[ The hot springs are the place to be this December. Wu relaxes back with a sigh, the heat of the water making his usually impeccably styled hair curl up around his forehead. There's not actually anything wrong with him, he's been spared from the horrors of lockjoint, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a nice soak, in the company of a nice man.
He's the image of relaxation: leaning back, his arms stretched out, so at odds with the world outside, with friends hunting friends, with the harsh winter setting in.
Join him? ]
d. wildcard
[ Hit me! We can also plot out something on the plotting post, or at