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Asami Sato ([personal profile] futureinventor) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2021-09-10 08:14 pm
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life's an ocean, through the motions

Who: Asami ([personal profile] futureinventor) & Friends
What: event prompts and september catch-all!
When: throughout september!
Where: various!

Content Warnings: sept event warnings probably apply here, will update if there are any additional ones!




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[personal profile] avatar_state 2021-09-11 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
They'd shared a space in Deerington, but that had been different. That had been...rooming against the apocalypse, really. Together against the odds. This was different. She's not entirely sure what it all means, yet. It feels a bit temporary, but that's in part because she expects things to go wrong at any moment.

But she's had some thoughts about that.

In the moment, though, she's padding across the floor to Asami, placing a cup of freshly made tea next to her before sliding onto the couch next to her, not saying anything. She doesn't want to interrupt her thoughts.
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[personal profile] avatar_state 2021-09-12 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"It's ok, it's a lot to take in. And your brain bites down on learning," she replied, patting her knee for a moment.

"And it does," she adds, warming her own tea a bit more with a small flame created from her hand. "I'm not sure I trust the 'give up the past' part of it. Then again, I also just don't trust this place at all, yet."
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[personal profile] avatar_state 2021-09-19 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Her thoughts flash to the engagement rings she'd had made, in the brief interlude - intricately carved and hand-sculpted by the waterbenders of her tribe, as had been done for centuries past. No, she'd pictured a far different sort of moving forward, too.

"We've always gotten back before, "she said, lifting an arm to accommodate the woman she loves. "We might still manage it again. In the meantime, we'll do what we always do...what we can."
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[personal profile] avatar_state 2021-10-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"It's where we belong, not the past," she replied, wrapping Asami up in a warm embrace.

"Besides," she added in a happier tone, "you're the most fearless person I know, and I can't imagine anyone less mired by the past...you're too busy imagining the future. Then building it."
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[personal profile] avatar_state 2021-10-15 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course I do," she responded, nudging aside some of Asami's hair to nuzzle just under her ear.

"They're all best parts," she added, with a confident tone.
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[personal profile] arclightning 2021-09-19 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mako hadn't meant to touch a feather. He's been all over the city tracking down bedding and food and cleaning supplies, taking notes so extensively that his wrist kind of aches.

The feather drifted, and brushed him, and now he's here, blinking and clinging to the sides of the boat, his stomach roiling. Asami is in front of him, with a better view of the river, which means he doesn't see the bodies until he's reaching forward to steady them both with a hand on her shoulder.

Then he sees the bodies, just as he's asking if she's okay, and his words catch hard in his throat.

Two of them are very familiar. Three, four, actually, and it's the last two that hurts maybe the most, because wrapped up in each other with ravens picking at them are Korra and Asami.
]

What the fuck.

[ Mako's voice goes flat and hard, the way it does when he's truly freaked out. His hand tightens on Asami's shoulder. ]
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[personal profile] arclightning 2021-09-26 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
This has Deerington written all over it.

[ Which just figures. It figures that the horror and all would follow them here, and it's only minorly helpful that Asami is here in the boat with him, very much alive. It proves that the figure up there on the pole isn't actually Asami, which also proves that Trench's gods are equally determined to mess with them.

Mako swallows and shifts closer, drawing himself up like he's going to be a shield between Asami and the smell and the sight.
]

This is—this kind of thing happened a lot in the dream. We have to... I don't know. Figure out why, or we're probably stuck here with...
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[personal profile] arclightning 2021-10-03 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[ Asami's face looking like that is never a good thing, and Mako knows that tone in her voice, has heard it too many times for his own comfort. He twists, his brow furrowed, and comes face-to-face with gray hair and glasses and so much rot. A crow perches on Hiroshi's slumped shoulder, yanking at his face.

Mako's breath catches.

Hiroshi Sato is a complicated person for him.

He'd been so accepting, so willing to help, a lifeline, even, when he and Bolin were firmly in the dark. He'd extended a hand covered in poison and then used it against his own daughter and everything she'd worked for, and Mako still, in some part of himself, hasn't gotten over the stinging reminder of the true fact he'd forgotten: never to trust things that seem too good to be true. He'd gotten caught up in the fantasy, and it had hurt to crash to the ground.

It had hurt so much more for Asami, though.

Mako's hand lands at her back, either holding her up or holding himself up or both, it's unclear. His voice is a rough, low thing.
]

I don't know what this place is playing at but I'm not into it. You hear me? [ The pitch of his voice rises, carrying over the awful river, bouncing off stone. ] I'm not playing! Get us out of here!

[ He knows it isn't going to work. He knows that there's always a catch to these things, always something they have to do or solve in order to leave. It's never as easy as opting out, but his feelings are a tangled mess. There is so much hurt on this river, staring them both in the face. What's the connection? Think, Mako. There's a pattern, and he just needs to find it. ]

You, and Korra, and your dad. You're both alive, so it's not dead people, and it isn't people who are here.