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[Katara wastes no time. She's spent too long on the move avoiding the Fire Nation to get caught dilly dallying in a strange new place. The houses are strange, the woman that claimed to be her mother was strange, way too much of a throwback to Ju Dee, that creepy woman. As soon as she's been locked out of the house and the lights go off she turns to half stare, half glare at the door, then looks around. It's pouring down out there! Even so there sure are a lot of people out and about given the hour, and plenty of them look equally confused. Most of them are wearing clothes she doesn't even recognize-- not that she's exactly blending in herself. Right then she's grateful for the familiarity of the blues she has on. Just, where exactly are the others?]
How did I get from there to here? I don't remember going to sleep...
[She shoulders the bag for a moment, then debates asking someone for some help. Is there a point? Damn it, is this what happened to Aang?!
In the end she opted to head in the direction some others were, because A: This is when she's noticed the music that is coming from everywhere and no where at once, B: She really wants to get the heck away from that dark and thus now creepy house where that creepy woman is hiding behind the door-- as if she might change her mind and try dragging Katara's soul back inside, and C: She thinks if that's the way everyone is headed then if the others are there that would be the best place to catch them as they're leaving. She steps out and immediately moves her arm to bend the water off of her head only to realize that she's still getting soaked and she can't feel the pull. For a moment she stands frozen, eyes going wide. What's going on?]
[Forty-five minutes later.
Katara is huddled under a tree looking a bit pale. She had taken to looking through her bag with an unreadable expression, but a bit of curiosity. There was a box of food, some strange red balls, clothes, a book, some bottles marked in characters she didn't recognize but could somehow read anyway, something that looked like it was supposed to resemble currency, and her Pokegear. She's started in on the book first because Katara is a logical cookie. Books usually provide useful information, after all. It's indeed very informative. Next is the Pokegear. Though her patience with the situation is shaken because of her unease she's definitely not hesitating to try this strange little device. It's made of material she's never seen before, but soon enough with the help of the book she manages to figure out how to make a video (Though ask her what that is and I guarantee she can't tell you. All she knows is the book says it's a way to communicate with others.).]
Hey, is this thing really supposed to help me talk to others? It sounds fishy to me.
[Katara hangs her head as though to say she can't believe she's DOING this, but a light on it is blinking so she has to assume it's working. When she picks her head up again she tries, looking unsure but determined.]
Aang? Sokka? Toph? Suki, or Zuko? Are any of you there?!
[When she doesn't get an IMMEDIATE reply her face turns irritated red.]
... Great. I'm talking to myself. And why can't I bend...? [Finally she lets go of the button. AND WHY IS THAT DAMN MUSIC STILL FOLLOWING HER?!]
How did I get from there to here? I don't remember going to sleep...
[She shoulders the bag for a moment, then debates asking someone for some help. Is there a point? Damn it, is this what happened to Aang?!
In the end she opted to head in the direction some others were, because A: This is when she's noticed the music that is coming from everywhere and no where at once, B: She really wants to get the heck away from that dark and thus now creepy house where that creepy woman is hiding behind the door-- as if she might change her mind and try dragging Katara's soul back inside, and C: She thinks if that's the way everyone is headed then if the others are there that would be the best place to catch them as they're leaving. She steps out and immediately moves her arm to bend the water off of her head only to realize that she's still getting soaked and she can't feel the pull. For a moment she stands frozen, eyes going wide. What's going on?]
[Forty-five minutes later.
Katara is huddled under a tree looking a bit pale. She had taken to looking through her bag with an unreadable expression, but a bit of curiosity. There was a box of food, some strange red balls, clothes, a book, some bottles marked in characters she didn't recognize but could somehow read anyway, something that looked like it was supposed to resemble currency, and her Pokegear. She's started in on the book first because Katara is a logical cookie. Books usually provide useful information, after all. It's indeed very informative. Next is the Pokegear. Though her patience with the situation is shaken because of her unease she's definitely not hesitating to try this strange little device. It's made of material she's never seen before, but soon enough with the help of the book she manages to figure out how to make a video (Though ask her what that is and I guarantee she can't tell you. All she knows is the book says it's a way to communicate with others.).]
Hey, is this thing really supposed to help me talk to others? It sounds fishy to me.
[Katara hangs her head as though to say she can't believe she's DOING this, but a light on it is blinking so she has to assume it's working. When she picks her head up again she tries, looking unsure but determined.]
Aang? Sokka? Toph? Suki, or Zuko? Are any of you there?!
[When she doesn't get an IMMEDIATE reply her face turns irritated red.]
... Great. I'm talking to myself. And why can't I bend...? [Finally she lets go of the button. AND WHY IS THAT DAMN MUSIC STILL FOLLOWING HER?!]
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