[ Carefully, he sheathes his blade -- the light spitting sparks off his face like the glinting sheen of oil dancing over water -- and sets it aside. He's been aware of her movements at his peripheral vision during the kata: familiar undulations and torsions, a corkscrewing circulation of the whole body that seems the natural extension of Korra's flowing energies. It's been a good opportunity to log her stance and style as an opponent, to gauge weak-points transmitted through motion. ]
[ In stillness, however, he's aware of the stuttering thrum of her impatience again. It's almost a reminder, each time, that he's dealing less with a calculating Contractor than a restless girl. In the makeshift and transient blur of fugitive life -- of the Syndicate itself -- she's dangerously out-of-place. And Hei is -- at least partially -- to blame for it. ]
[ Without letting any of his misgivings show on his face, he says, ]
There's a cantina nearby. I've checked it out in detail. It's safe enough. You can head there to unwind -- if you want.
[ Basically undoing her leash so she can run free for the night. Get drunk. Get laid. Whatever. ]
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Date: 2015-03-26 01:25 am (UTC)[ That's BK201. Ever the ray of sunshine. ]
[ Carefully, he sheathes his blade -- the light spitting sparks off his face like the glinting sheen of oil dancing over water -- and sets it aside. He's been aware of her movements at his peripheral vision during the kata: familiar undulations and torsions, a corkscrewing circulation of the whole body that seems the natural extension of Korra's flowing energies. It's been a good opportunity to log her stance and style as an opponent, to gauge weak-points transmitted through motion. ]
[ In stillness, however, he's aware of the stuttering thrum of her impatience again. It's almost a reminder, each time, that he's dealing less with a calculating Contractor than a restless girl. In the makeshift and transient blur of fugitive life -- of the Syndicate itself -- she's dangerously out-of-place. And Hei is -- at least partially -- to blame for it. ]
[ Without letting any of his misgivings show on his face, he says, ]
There's a cantina nearby. I've checked it out in detail. It's safe enough. You can head there to unwind -- if you want.
[ Basically undoing her leash so she can run free for the night. Get drunk. Get laid. Whatever. ]