tushanshu_logs | Catch-all for October

All Korra thinks when she sees the helmet is that it was simply one for riding motorcycles or race cars. His knowledge on the situation is enough to make her reel slightly. All she knew was that there was going to be a gang fight and she needed to take them out.

After a moment of absorbing all that information she opens her mouth to say how impressed she was-

But that last part sets her on a different avenue.

"You know me?" There had been a few times Korra had mentioned the comparison made between her and one of Earth’s spiritual leaders. But all of them had been with someone she knew.

Well, all but one.

"Joe!" She said as loudly as a whisper could get. Yes, she still doesn’t want to give their position away even though it’s kind of impossible.

"Sounds like I’m riding on your coat tails to be honest, I didn’t know any of that stuff."

She's so genuine in her surprise, it takes him by surprise -- a pleasant one, at that. He blames fucking Gotham for that -- everyone worth knowing there has a clue on who he is, and when he shows up, it's all boo and hoos. No one's surprised to see him anymore, they're just sad-- And he stops thinking about that then and there.

He grins and stifles a laugh. A hand raises and calms her down, as he shrugs.

"On your first try! Well frickin' done, your Holiness." He's teasing, knowing that she told him to knock it off last time. "Show's not about to start until the fat man punches the other fat man. So, we got options." This part, he's making up. He has his resources to steer the tide on his own, but he won't have to use those limited supplies if Korra's here.

"We have to take a side. Destroying both sides will cause a bigger, badder territorial war. And I live here, I kinda want to keep it that way. We take Kid Choi or Leng. I'm going to pick Leng's. He's old school, he knows how tricks works. Kid Choi's reckless, dangerous and volatile. Better take it out before it becomes something. We good with that?"

From what Korra could make, he seemed to be an acrobatic vigilante trying to help keep the kedan out of the turf wars that have started to intensify. A position she's in as well.

That and he seemed amiable enough.

After she gave a sportive smirk of him using the moniker, Korra leaned in a little to hear the details. She was never one for too much planning or even background on situations, but when someone filled her in, she wouldn’t turn it down.

Squinting an eye at having to pick a side, she preferred to just shut them all down (balance), Korra gave the smallest pout while she thought it over in her head. If it would avoid a bigger battle later, meaning the kedan residents would be kept out of it then Korra could see the point of it.

"All right. Fire isn’t my sector, so I don’t know much about these guys." Metal was so much easier since the gangs were fairly disorganized and tended to stick to small encounters with each other.

"You got more than a few back flips in you?" Korra had no idea what his combat skills were, if any, and she needed to know if she’d have to stick close to him.

In actuality, Kid Choi's a man with more honour than Leng has money. And Leng has a lot of money -- most of it is from his weapons trafficking. And that's the part that Jason is invested in because that is his business. Korra doesn't need to know that. All she needs to know is that Kid Choi's going to upset FIre's sector's peace -- which is true. No one trusts the new guy.

Jason smiles one last time before grabbing his helmet and putting it on, "Don't you worry about me. We keep our eyes on the prize, and we'll be fin--"

And before he finishes the sentence fully, the gangs shout and goads each other on. It only takes one foot to cross the line and gain momentum for the fight to start. And when it does, it's loud and it rings up to their spot on the roof.

"Hey! Hey," he gets her attention before she can jump in, "Let's be careful out there."

She'll never get the Cop Rock reference but it makes him happy to say it. And with that, his hands use the edge of the building as a stand and he flips over the edge and into the fight.

True to her nature, Korra trusted every word laid before her simply because she had no reason to think he was lying. After all, he was just a paranoid guy who had a sarcastic sense of humor and Korra related well to those.

The red helmet didn’t throw her too much since he had gone out of his way to keep anonymous in their texting conversation. While she was getting to remind him that was her duty to protect people, thus her obligation to worry about him, that’s when he got cut off and their attention is drawn.

Korra opened her mouth to ask about- whatever that was, but saved it for later (hey, he can do some flips) and backed up to get a running started at the ledge.

Leaping far off the edge with a large boost from some airbending, Korra pounced on two of Choi’s thugs that were armed and slammed both of their heads onto the pavement underneath them. Using them as handholds, she balanced herself upside down before kicking both legs outwards in a circle that brought a ring of flame and burned a few of the unsuspecting gang members, forcing them and others back.

Having the room to get up without being intercepted, Korra jutted up two slabs of slanted earth to pin four armed members against each other. Taking the time actually posture, cracking her knuckles, Korra took advantage of the brief moment of surprise to see how Joe was holding up.

He drops in on the unexpected gangs. Landing on one takes care of one of the many capable fighters here. But the problem is being careful not to pack his punches and kicks at Leng's men. There's an unavoidable knock out or two before Leng realizes the party crashers are in his favourite. He makes eye contact with Leng, standing there in the back like a general before his group of young soldiers, then--

Oh.

Well.

Avatar. That's special.

Jason sees the flash of flames from the corner of his eyes. Momentarily awed, his attention gets pulled away for two whole minutes, along with everyone else, before the fighting resumes. He doesn't pull back. His movements are smooth, trained. No one move is a wasted act. The contact his punch makes lends him leverage to kick out at the Kedan ready to pounce on him. The momentum from the kick sends him body first at another kedan, where hands comes around and a quick twist of the neck takes care of that. He doesn't stop when he sees Korra looking at him, he grins behind his mask and gives her a two finger salute. Jason throws an enemy over his shoulder and takes the opportunity to step back near his partner for the night.

"Wow, so Avatar, huh. That's really handy," he grinds out above the noise. He takes a hit on his bad shoulder and stumble back. He's been using metal padded gloves so far, but the hit makes him all too aware that he has a weak side. His unique dagger gets drawn out to balance that.

"Glad you're on my side."

That was definitely more than just some back flips, and she actually recognizes some of the martial arts he used in his fighting. Trained and properly executed, the way Dinah was teaching her. After she delivered a searing roundhouse to a kedan’s jaw, the red and black imprint of her heel burned into his cheek, Korra kept her proximity close to Joe’s. That way they could concentrate more on attack than defense, covering each other’s back.

“Yeah, it helps out every now and then.” She only grinned and shot out a focused blast of air that sent a kedan attempting an aerial assault flailing back, his sword dropping to the ground.

“Got everything together?” she asked after seeing the blow to his shoulder, a quick stomp and slide of her leg sent a chunk of earth flying straight into the skull of the offending Choi member. Fire had been her best offensive weapon, it stemmed the flow of on comers and the burns slowed them down if not stopping them entirely.

He chuckles, it probably got drowned out by the fighting but he does.

"With you around as my backup? That's not even a concern."

The realization that there's a more powerful player around is slowly hitting Choi's people. While Choi's people seem to be slowly pulling back, Leng's seem to have flanked Choi's people at areas that Korra and Jason aren't hitting. Jason can't see to clearly if this is true or not, but there's not a single Leng gangbanger around them. That's enough for him to confirm that Leng realize his intent.

He stops fighting and looks back at Leng's direction. Leng gives him a nod. Allegiance confirmed. He's done what he needed to here. And Choi's done barking orders and decided to join the field, only to carry his men out of harm's way.

A good guy, too bad.

"Handle things here, K." The short nickname slips out casually. He starts running, chasing after Choi and the group he has around him.

It was a good change of pace to have someone welcome her intervention instead of being rebuffed in some way, so his mention of having backup brought a solid smile to her face. Though she did raise her eyebrows lightly at the nickname.

"No problem, J." Allowing herself a moment to let out a silent laugh at their casual banter in the middle of a serious fight left her open. A kedan who shapeshifted into a giant type of boar, rammed her from the side and sent her tumbling across the ground.

Her audible grunts and groans on each bump turned into an angry yell as came to stop and slammed her hand flat onto the ground. Turning her wrist caused saw-toothed wave of blunt stalagmites to crop out from the ground, speedily making its way to the offending kedan. Others that got caught in it had bones broken and/or were sent flying upward into the sky.

By the time it reached the boar like kedan, Korra had regained her footing and gave a front kick that brought her leg next to her head. The six, rugged chunks of earth rose out and slammed into him, forcing him into a group of Choi’s men. With that done and them mostly staggered, clean up was easy.

It took some time, but between her bending and the martial arts she had been taught by Dinah, Korra looked for Joe. Not seeing him right away, she decided to make use of the vantage point they had earlier to see if she could spot him from there. Bending an air spout brought her up and she landed gracefully back down.

"Hey, you work fast." She said with a smirk when she found out she wasn’t alone up there. Small cuts and dirt were pretty much all over her, but she was actually pretty happy that they avoided that mess getting into the residential area. A lot easier made by the fact that they were really only fighting one gang.

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.

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.

He looks down at the bark. Giant dog -- sure, that makes sense. It could be worst. It could be a giant octopus monster, healing through it's massive suckers. It could be worst. Like her asking him to take his jacket and shirt off. He had a moment to relax after realizing it's just her dog. He holds his hands up, an act of surrending to her request.

"If that's what you want for helping me out. I'm not complaining. I just think you're losing out here. I'm good with a lot of other things. But... One strip show coming up."

Jason pries his jacket off and eases his arm out of his shirt. The bruise on his shouldn't is in varying degrees of green, yellow and purple. And it's not the only bruise. Despite having a new body, there are scars on the meat of his shoulder, faint but still there, marking him as a viligante.

Even she can’t help but chuckle at that. Crude humor is one of the things she doesn’t mind. "I’ve seen what you’re good with when we were down there. Not bad at all."

But her face dropped and she let out a low whistle when she saw the levels of bruising he had. Eyes darted from one to the next, to the next, and then on the faded scars. That wasn’t she wasn’t expecting, not at all. And going by how he had been treating the whole thing, Korra’s sure he wouldn’t go to the clinic. The half filled waterskin suddenly felt a lot smaller.

"This may not be enough. Care for a tour of the Metal Sector?" It’s where her suite is and if Joe could encrypt messages, then he easily noticed that’s where her network post had been.

He has his shirt in one hand and his jacket in the other. The night brings a cold breeze that prickles his skin. He's not standing here for much longer, and if Korra doesn't realize that. Well, they can't be good at everything. For example, he's not good at accepting help. Maybe because the last person who offered it was -- Let's not even go there.

Joe -- this is for sure Joe this time -- the persona smiles, still friendly but tired. And a part of Jason is, he wants to go back to his look out and nap for the 40 minutes before his nightmares bring another bout of mapping and fighting and repeat.

"I'm not asking for any favours. Do what you can," he shrugs, the movement brings an ache that he ignores; he's very good at that, "and we can both get on with our lives, capisce?"

Either that word's not English, or it's some slang she's never heard of. Either way, Korra raised an eyebrow at it.

"Who said it’s a favor? You owe me, remember?" Of course she doesn't mean it, but keeping it light is how Korra handled situations like this one. One stamp of her foot caused the bricks making the ledge to break apart and come together until they make a platform.

"Our ride’s waiting, going down?" Once she’s standing on it, Korra placed her hands on her hips and gave Joe a look over, pausing only briefly on his chest.

Great, and he was beginning to like hanging out with her. Jason starts putting his shirt back on.

"As much as I would love to go back to your place on your mighty steed, no. I'm not."

Metal Sector -- there's a reason why he doesn't want to go there and it has nothing to do with Korra. He shrugs, casually, a hint of a smirk on his face and that silly amusement in his voice.

"Nothing personal. I think I just need to stay out of a complicated relationship right now."

"Boyfriend, remember?" She’s grinned and her tone was that of mock admonishment.

"Don’t supposed you’ll let me heal what I can here then?" At the opening of her hand, water poured into the air from the waterskin. "I can’t get all of it, but you’ll be able to get to sleep easier. Pretty sure you wouldn’t go the clinic where I could do it properly."

She was definitely referring to that clinic, but she wasn’t about to let him topic hop onto that.

"I'll try to keep it in mind."

He doesn't mind doing a quick heal here. Hell, the fact that he gets a quick heal pretty much made her his favourite person. He's young, but the way he's burning through -- the restless nights on watch, the toss up of nightmares and physical ache that won't let him sleep -- makes a quick heal a blessing. He drops his shirt once more and spreads his arms.

"Work your magic touch, and maybe I won't even have to go in to the clinic." That he never goes to. "Here and now, K."

Giving a placated smile at the nickname, Korra drew the rest of the water out of the waterskin and held it in the air.

"Just try not to fall asleep. Can’t take you to your suite if I don’t know where it is." Said with a small chuckle in her words. It was a fair warning and one she gave often to help dispel any reservations on how the healing may actually feel.

Bringing herself and the water over to Jason, Korra put the water on his shoulder. Despite the cool air, it was at room temperature and glowed a bright blue as soon as it made contact. Guiding the soothing water with her fingers, Korra focused on the darker bruises first.

"Ever think about resting up between gang brawls?"

"Fire Sector. My place is bugged as hell. You don't want to go there, but if I do pass out..."

Whatever magic-voodoo-thing Korra's doing is really working. He can't help but stare at it - the water dissappaiting the dark brusing, making it fade and fade. He makes a noise, a pleasantly surprised one. Chuckling a bit, he answers her question with a light tone. Not serious at all.

"I'm not looking to settle down if that's what you're thinking. No rest for the wicked, you feel me?" And to top it off, he gives her a saucy wink.

There were a few safe places Korra knew she could take him, but him passing out seemed unlikely.

An exhale containing a hint of laughter escapes her when Korra looks away briefly, as if that would wipe the amused smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. He's incorrigible and part of her wanted to give him a light shove for it.

Instead she kept focused on the task at hand, slowly working her way over each individual bruise. One of them is over the scars on his shoulder and the blue light makes them easier to see as the bruise gets healed away.

"Are these- important to you?" Her finger moves through the water and hovers just over it. When she circles to indicate it, the water gives a gentle pressure to one of the scars while keeping its relaxing, healing nature.

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