life after the end of the world
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fuse_boxWHO: Hei, Korra
WHAT: Another day, another ruined identity.
[You can't change the essential nature of an element. You can turn water into ice, but you cannot make it stone. You can make a rock explode, but you cannot make it burn. Water is not earth, and earth is not fire. Common sense, but it took the Syndicate a surprisingly long time to realize this. Korra would never be their ideal undercover assassin, slipping in & out of masks with the same deadly ease that she wielded the elements. The ability to think rationally, regardless of the circumstances, was not the same thing as being able to lie under any circumstances. She wasn't going to be another Hei for them.
After six months, they settled her into the role of "nuclear option." She was the big, threatening, intimidating weapon that they used to convince their enemies that they Meant Business, when subtlety and quiet intimidation proved ineffective. When not flying places to brutally intimidate men with more power than sense, Korra's new life was quiet. She was a student outside of Washington, D.C. (They had tried to settle her in Shanghai, but the "Indian" woman who couldn't speak a word of Chinese stood out too much. In Washington, she blended in a little better and was close enough to major international airports to get wherever they needed her to go quickly.) She lived in a cute little apartment with Naga and taught yoga on Wednesday mornings to help pay the bills. Her neighbors sometimes grumbled about Naga's barking and how loud Korra would shout at her favorite sports games, but overall, she was a nice quiet girl who caused no trouble.
When asked about the cute Asian boy who would stop by sometimes, she'd just smile and say he was "a friend". Jury was still out on whether he was a friend or her boyfriend. (The answer? Neither.)
This morning, seven months after life as she knew it ended, she's jogging back to her apartment after yoga. Exhausted from a late night with some guy she'd met at a local bar on top of two hours of yoga instruction, but she has a paper to finish before tomorrow. Sleep? Or paper? Sleep? Or paper? She's leaning heavily towards sleep as she unlocks her front door.]
WHAT: Another day, another ruined identity.
[You can't change the essential nature of an element. You can turn water into ice, but you cannot make it stone. You can make a rock explode, but you cannot make it burn. Water is not earth, and earth is not fire. Common sense, but it took the Syndicate a surprisingly long time to realize this. Korra would never be their ideal undercover assassin, slipping in & out of masks with the same deadly ease that she wielded the elements. The ability to think rationally, regardless of the circumstances, was not the same thing as being able to lie under any circumstances. She wasn't going to be another Hei for them.
After six months, they settled her into the role of "nuclear option." She was the big, threatening, intimidating weapon that they used to convince their enemies that they Meant Business, when subtlety and quiet intimidation proved ineffective. When not flying places to brutally intimidate men with more power than sense, Korra's new life was quiet. She was a student outside of Washington, D.C. (They had tried to settle her in Shanghai, but the "Indian" woman who couldn't speak a word of Chinese stood out too much. In Washington, she blended in a little better and was close enough to major international airports to get wherever they needed her to go quickly.) She lived in a cute little apartment with Naga and taught yoga on Wednesday mornings to help pay the bills. Her neighbors sometimes grumbled about Naga's barking and how loud Korra would shout at her favorite sports games, but overall, she was a nice quiet girl who caused no trouble.
When asked about the cute Asian boy who would stop by sometimes, she'd just smile and say he was "a friend". Jury was still out on whether he was a friend or her boyfriend. (The answer? Neither.)
This morning, seven months after life as she knew it ended, she's jogging back to her apartment after yoga. Exhausted from a late night with some guy she'd met at a local bar on top of two hours of yoga instruction, but she has a paper to finish before tomorrow. Sleep? Or paper? Sleep? Or paper? She's leaning heavily towards sleep as she unlocks her front door.]
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Date: 2014-02-09 07:34 am (UTC)[ A tip of the chin is the only indication that he's heard. Slipping his finger loose, returns his attention to the brimming plates, and lets Korra drift off to rejoin the indistinguishable civilian blur outside. (There may be a fingertip-sized tracker imprinted into the fabric of her jeans; a failproof device in case something goes awry.) ]