[Raimei is spontaneous enough that she hardly ever minds drop in visitors, especially now when she's bored out of her mind. She's an active person at heart and finds it impossible to sit still, but she's been injured often enough before to treat it seriously and try not to stress the injury. How long that will last is another story. As always, her ninja-trained better sense runs up against her own restless desire to be on the move, achieving her goals.
Except she doesn't really have any goals here, not ones that she can achieve measurably. The mission had been a huge relief in that respect. The whole set up was familiar to her, down to having a team to go with, and as far as Raimei was concerned, they'd all occupied their roles well. More important than any demonstrable skill, they'd remained loyal to each other and dedicated to the stated purpose of the mission, and that was what Raimei looked for in teammates. So it was something of a relief to having something to do with herself that she knew she could accomplish, and get real, meaningful results for.
Even if those results had included a pile of corpses she'd never wanted on her conscience. That was something that every member of the world of Nabari had to contend with at times, but Raimei had only rarely had to before, and not in these quantities. Although she felt herself prepared to accept responsibility, as her mother had taught her, it was different in reality to face that. But she was trying. It was just hard to face it with nothing to distract her, isolated from her friends and unoccupied as she tended to be here.
That's why the knock on the door is so welcome, and she hobbles over adroitly on her single crutch to swing it open, face already lighting up with interest.]
Oh, Korra! What are you doing here? Do you want to come in? [Raimei's happy to see a teammate and, more than that, desperate for that distraction. She's already leaning back to give her room to enter.]
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Except she doesn't really have any goals here, not ones that she can achieve measurably. The mission had been a huge relief in that respect. The whole set up was familiar to her, down to having a team to go with, and as far as Raimei was concerned, they'd all occupied their roles well. More important than any demonstrable skill, they'd remained loyal to each other and dedicated to the stated purpose of the mission, and that was what Raimei looked for in teammates. So it was something of a relief to having something to do with herself that she knew she could accomplish, and get real, meaningful results for.
Even if those results had included a pile of corpses she'd never wanted on her conscience. That was something that every member of the world of Nabari had to contend with at times, but Raimei had only rarely had to before, and not in these quantities. Although she felt herself prepared to accept responsibility, as her mother had taught her, it was different in reality to face that. But she was trying. It was just hard to face it with nothing to distract her, isolated from her friends and unoccupied as she tended to be here.
That's why the knock on the door is so welcome, and she hobbles over adroitly on her single crutch to swing it open, face already lighting up with interest.]
Oh, Korra! What are you doing here? Do you want to come in? [Raimei's happy to see a teammate and, more than that, desperate for that distraction. She's already leaning back to give her room to enter.]