tushanshu_logs | Catch-all for October

A slow nod. "Yeah, I've never been comfortably getting up in front of people. I still get really nervous even now." Being neurotic wasn't all that fun, as it turned out.

She paused, trying to not wince. "Oh. Yeah. Michael. He's my boyfriend back home. I mean I'm dating Leo here now. It's just... It's complicated."

If there’s one thing Korra was looking out for, it’s direct or indirect advice on boyfriends and relationships in general. Even though that part of her life hasn’t been as explosive lately, it was still a bit of a mess.

Korra gave a look of complete sympathy and understanding. When Mako wasn’t here she was wrestling with the idea of asking Jack about a relationship, and that Vanessa wasn’t having the disastrous outcome she did was a good thing.

"Well, you never know when you might see him again. You wouldn’t want to be alone if we’re here for a long time." Words she told herself. "And besides, wh- wait. Leo?"

Her eyebrows rose in surprise because the first Leo that came to her mind was of the turtle variety and that- wow. That was a possibility that had never even crossed her mind before.

"Do you even have that kind of money?" Because he knew he sure as hell didn't. "Maybe you can offer to put in some community service? I always help clean up after a fight."

Mainly because he's usually the one at fault half the city's buildings are in the street...

"That would be a good idea. He could put the statue in his new office. Or the lobby or something."

"Yeah, but it'd hurt my savings so far." It wasn't a pleasant though since she was trying to think of something to get Mako now that she knows how Christmas works. (Mostly how it works.)

"The only problem is I have no idea what to make.” A guy like that, Korra doubted Bruce would want a status of himself.

Jack blinked a little, because that had definitely not been on the list of possible questions he'd expected. "No, I wouldn't mind," he answered. "I'm not very good at it and... I'm not sure if I'm going to be much help for uh, spiritual stuff. But we can give it a try."

"Hey, you’re a spirit. That’s most of the work right there." She said encouragingly. If there was one thing Korra had put stock in, it’s Bruce’s ability to teach. Of course she held Jack in high regard, so Korra saw little that could go wrong.

"We can set that all up later." They were there to make up for lost fish now that Traci was gone. "Now do you want to fish-" She dangled the fish pole a little and the bait fish on the end limped about pathetically. "Or do you want to fish?" A wave of her hand moved the water near the boat away momentarily so it could splash back against it. Grinning, she put her hand on her hip and waited for his answer.

Jack laughed at the observation. "I guess I can't contest that part," he chuckled when she said he was a spirit and thus part way there.

"Oh go ahead, mighty Avatar," the winter teen teased. "I can't put you through the cruelty of denying you your bending talent any longer. Bring us the fish!"

It's been a while since Septimus first officially met Korra. Of course, her presence on the network was notable, and either way he certainly remembered the... ah, incident regarding the clinic. It all added up to an interesting picture; for all that there are all sorts of odd sorcery in this place, and one or two who seemed to do something like watercrafting--bending, they called it--it looked rather as if Korra worked in more than one type. Septimus hasn't seen any of that since he'd come here.

And as much as he can find people to spar with, as much as his healing is in better form than it had been at home, as much as he's worked with as many of his skills as possible... great furies, it would be good for him to have someone who might be able to give him more of a workout.

And if she did, well, he's under the impression she might need some lessons in control. He might be the most qualified to give her that.

However, when he came across her while walking in Water Sector, that particular form of traveling on water was definitely not one he'd seen before. With barely a thought and flick of effort, he put up a windcrafting veil and kicked into the air, and trailed along after trying to puzzle out just what she's doing. Handily, it was along the path home. When she finally landed, however, that splash made him roll his eyes. (Then again, if he were totally honest, he could be that lazy when he was her age.)

He silently landed near a fence not far away, slightly off to the side, and dropped the veil. He'd totally been there the whole time, right?

With a gesture half beckoning, half closing his fist, the water left on the ground gathered itself into a sphere. Another faint flick, and it poured itself gracefully back into the river. "Need a hand drying off?"

The answer is probably no. But he's entertained.

Korra, getting advice from Vanessa on relationships would probably be like getting advice from a junkie on how to quit drugs: useless.

She frowned, though. Catty had said the same thing basically, and she remembered the sleeping bags in Michael's van when she said she wanted to have sex. His willingness, his closeness with Corrine when she came back. He probably hadn't wanted to be alone either. "Maybe. But I know what happens in my future." Michael happens still.

Vanessa blushed. "Yeah? You know, Leo Valdez. One of the demigods? He's friends with Percy."

When the water moved without her doing anything, Korra looked to the source of the voice. She could have sworn that there wasn't anyone there when she did a visual sweep of the area.

"No, thanks. I got this." she said as a simple motion downwards with both her arms caused wind to bluster about her clothes and hair in one quick, strong gust. That was only one arm's doing though, the other actually waterbended away any stubborn moisture and flung it to the wind to be dispersed.

Once the flapping sounds of clothes died down and her hair fell back into place, Korra crossed her arms. "You're not a waterbender." She pointed out through a cocked smirk and put most of her weight onto one leg to make a pose.

To any of the other foreigners, it would have looked like waterbending, but difference was noticeable to someone who's discovered the talent at four years old and has been honing it since.

That and he didn't look like he belonged to the Water Tribe. That was that too.

"Water magic?" asked with the thought of Kaldur in mind.

That was another person that had seen their future. Whenever the next audience was going to be, Korra's planning to go.

But for now, that actually caused Korra to almost choke on a bite of rib. Of all the Leos on the turtle...

"Yeah, he made my glider when I first got here. His pick up lines needed a little work, but he's a good kid." Almost three years older gave her rights to call him that, or Korra thought. Her smile was one of sly amusement now.

"How did you two meet?"

"I think his pick up lines are cute," Vanessa countered with a small smile. The guys she had been with before were smooth. Too smooth. She was a magnet for them, smoldering looks and sweet words on a golden tongue. Leo's cheesy lines and uncertainty was refreshing in a way that she never thought she'd like. "But yeah, he's a good kid."

She gave that look right back. She was almost three years older than Leo herself.

"His table hit on me in the middle of the sidewalk."

Cute Korra could agree with and did just that by nodding and shrugging her shoulders admittedly. But at the same time there was an immense dork factor she couldn’t ignore.

Adorkable?

"His what?" Maybe she drank her ice water too fast, but Korra could have sworn she just heard Vanessa say table.

Adorkable fit Leo to a T.

"Table. He has two of them, and they're like dogs. Dogs with wooden legs and no faces but the personalities are there," Vanessa explained with a grin. Her boyfriend was totally weird.

All Korra could think of was the way Naga would completely flip out at seeing that.

There’s no point in asking if Vanessa’s just messing with her, that grin Vanessa had came from something other than simple teasing. Korra would know, she had a patented smile when teasing and it looked nothing like it. "How did your boyfriend even get those? What do they eat?"

Beat.

"Please don’t say table scraps."

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head. "He made them. Leo's good with his hands, you know? So he made moving tables, it's actually really cool. He even designed the ship the other demigods are using back home." Yeah, she was bragging, but she didn't care. "And I think they eat oil."

Boyfriends are great bragging material, if they're good boyfriends anyway. ~~Yes, Korra will brag about Mako any time he comes up.~~

Tables eating oil just gets a quick blink and a shake of the head. Those are enough details for one Avatar.

"Has he made anything for you?" Honest question.

"All the more reason to try offering community service. It won't cost you a thing." It was a solid idea to him, anyway.

"Ask his sons."

Moving targets are always challenging but he kept up with his practice. Small knives flew across their closing distance and implanted themselves into Choi's friends knees, ankles, the meat of their butts. Just for kicks. He picked off Choi's companions one by one as they made the break for it. Until it was down to just one man.

He chased Choi down to an alley. There are three escape paths for Choi. But Choi won't do it. Jason just crippled all his lackeys, his brothers in arms. As expected, Choi turned and faced him. Hard lines on an otherwise smooth face. Jason's just like his mask. Neutral even as his flame knife ends it as quick as he can, as quietly as he can.

When Korra regroups with him, Jason has his helmet off. He's sitting down and leaning back on a hand, putting his weight on one side. He looks exhausted but satisfied. He's grinning at Korra for a job well done. To both of them. Choi's blood is on his shoulder, too dark to be fresh.

"You're not so bad yourself, your Highness. So what do I owe you for covering my sorry ass?" He teases, looking back at the contained chaos below.

Upon hearing him stick to using that title on her, her mouth went to one side in a reproving manner. Ruined by the smile it was trying to contain and the effect that had on the rest of her face.

"Aside from just calling me Korra? There’s al-" Whatever she was about say got cut short the moment her eyes fell on his shoulder. Even though she asked earlier how he was, he obviously didn’t give her an honest answer.

Not that she had any grounds to blame him, especially since it’s something she would have done in that situation.

"You can start by letting me fix that." Personal space isn’t too much of a thing for Korra, at least when she’s the one doing the invading, and she went to lift the jacket. Try and see just what he’s dealing with underneath.

She sheepishly admits: "I’m still working on some other community service and I don’t want to make him wait. But yeah, I could do that. I work with one of them a lot and I know he’d help."

It’s Dick, he’s always been nice to her.

"Thanks! Now I know where to start."

Under his jacket is nothing. Another shirt, red but unstained. It tells her he's not bleeding at least. And he lets her see that much before making a move to brush her hand away.

"Hey. Take it easy, Korra."

He flirts casually, hoping to dismiss the issue with a sharp change on topic. He feigns the shock and the look of one having his personal space violated. "I'm easy but not that easy. At least buy me a cheap drink and take me to a nice hotel before you try to take my clothes off."

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No blood, but he’s favoring it much the way Bolin did when he took a sharp hit to the shoulder. Such a charmer. She gave him a fairly flat smile, unconvinced and absolutely not buying a thing he was selling.

"Let me see if there’s any bruises and you can have all the drinks you want at the Brazen Turtle." She gave a quick wink that could easily be missed. "No hotel, I’m kind of attached to my boyfriend."

With that, she set her foot on the ledge next to Joe and brought her fingers to her lip to let out a very loud whistle.

Maybe it's the adrendaline still pumping in his veins, maybe it's Joe the friendly regular guy persona talking, maybe he's just being a stupid boy. Whatever it is, it slips out of his mouth before he thinks too much about it.

"How do I get you kind of unattached?"

He doesn't get another word in before the whistle cuts him off. And that he wasn't expecting. He turns and looks around, his body holding a half-tense, ready-to-go mode. A trap? No, she doesn't seem the type.

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The whistle died a little at the end when it registers what he said. Korra just looked at him and she went to say something, but nothing came out of her open mouth. So instead she just closed it.

A loud bark got her attention and a block away where Korra had left her, Naga came barreling down until she was underneath them. A quick movement of hands and wrists waterbended the waterskin (the water in it really) from the saddlebags up to Korra, making a sloshing sound when grabbed it.

"Take off your jacket and your shirt." She demanded evenly enough, though she did avert her eyes from his.

Catch-all for October

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Status, statue. Though, thought. You know, words that actually make sense. /sob

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