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Katara of the Southern Water Tribe (k_waterbender) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-30 20:25:00

Entry tags:

complete, dahak, day 13, katara

Who: Dahak and Katara
What: An unlucky meeting for her but a lucky one for him…
Where: The Garden
When: Day 13; Late Afternoon
Rating: PG to PG-13
Status: Complete

Katara woke up feeling fairly good about things. The last couple of days had been successfully productive, and she wanted to keep that up. Having nothing to do with her time left her feeling depressed, and she didn’t like when pessimistic thoughts plagued her mind. She wanted to continue looking on the bright side of things, no matter how bad they got.

With that desire in mind, she had prepared herself for the day, wearing her traditional clothing and hair style. A light breakfast was her food intake for the time being before she headed straight for the training room. A dummy awaited her there, but she wasn’t surprised. Katara had had it in her mind since she awakened that she would practice the compiled learning of the staff from Xena and Gabrielle so she could be better when she met with them again.

For two hours she practiced various forms in defense and offense. The dummy held firm against her blows, obviously not some cheap piece of equipment, but, if it had been a real person, it would have been in quite the state of disarray. Eventually, Katara realized she needed someone to work with on these, too. Working alone was quite a work-out, but she couldn’t improve past the points where she’d already done well. A few moments later the door opened, and a clay golem entered the training room. She’d seen how graceful they were for their material. They moved like humans, except it was obvious they had no spirit to them.

Katara trained with the golem, giving it simple commands such as which rounds it should be blocking and which it should be attacking. There were other rounds when it was supposed to be a combined effort of both. The Planet had a pretty good judgment where the level of difficulty was concerned. Of course this place could read her mind, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make the golems go easy on her. After a few hours, the waterbender was sweating, but she felt as if she’d made more progress with her training, even if just a little. She’d effectively turned her defense into an offensive move and hit the golem’s calf. Incorporating her waterbending disciplines effectively into staff training was important to her because it was familiar, and she was good at bending.

She needed food then fresh air. The training had been hard and productive, but she was sweating, and she‘d been going at it for hours. It was time for a break, time to cool down, time to get something else in her stomach to replace what she had worked off. Replacing the staff on the rack on which she found it, Katara nodded to golem politely in thanks before vacating the room to make her way to the kitchen.

The first thing she found was cool water to drink. It soothed her aching to some extent, but it wasn’t a bad ache. It made her feel good. She could just go down to the ocean to heal it again, but she wanted it there, at least for a little while. Once she’d eaten a good lunch, she traveled outside and to the garden to relax a bit.

Katara walked among the flowers, smiling a bit at the aesthetic beauty of the place. Even if the Planet was a horrible prison warden who kidnapped people from lives they might not have wanted to leave, it did have good sense when it came to displaying appealing sights. Soon she found an intricately carved stone bench, so the waterbender planted herself upon it to enjoy the air. It was hotter than anticipated, but the young woman didn't really mind.

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dahak
2008-08-31 12:35 am UTC (link)

Inside of his room, Dahak remained for a day after his little confrontation with the good Doctor. There were far too many 'bumps' in the plan for the dark god's liking. And while brute force was an answer to his dilemma here, the dark one could sense there were some present that were potential rivals to his power, those who, at the right calling, could be counted on to throw off their cloaks of mystery and assume the role of a hero, if they viewed their goal as just. One of them might even be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to 'destroy' him, given the right circumstances.

However, if instead of their being a clear villian in this play, if they started to distrust one another, then instead of a unified group of heroes against his evil, there would be a sea of bickering, fighting, fingerpointing. Those who tried to get everyone together would not be trusted, and those who might otherwise sacrifice themselves for the good of all would instead consider watching out for themselves instead. Or, even better, potentially allow themselves to be destroyed, if one close enough to them despised them enough to attack. Yes, there were so very many ways to break a person... Slowly destroy their spirit from the inside out until they were nothing but a corrupted shell.

There was something though, something that flickered in the darkness inside of Dahak's soul... a... kindred spirit, if it could be called as such. A creature of darkness and corruption. Something here was born of darkness, as he was. He felt it, only for a moment, but it was there, a flash of black across an otherwise peaceful sea of blue, and then it was gone again, snatched before he could truly probe at the source of it. No, he could find it, but stretching his powers out that far would risk catching the attention of others who could be a thorn in his side.

One might have assumed that a fellow dark spirit would have been a cause for celebration with Dahak, but then one wouldn't have understood the nature of darkness and hatred that well. For those who enjoyed peace and light, there could be alliances, friendships, pacts, treaties. For those who followed the path of darkness, there was only one thing, and that was power. Those who were cunning and strong destroyed those weaker than then, or forced them into servitude. But one always had to watch those beneath him, for surely even those weaker were plotting for a moment of weakness where they could strike. Even if he managed to force this creature to bend to his will, whatever it was surely would be a threat. Perhaps though, it would be worthwhile bargain to make, especially if whatever it happened to be was stupid enough to let itself be sacrificed.

First though, it would need to be found, and thus for the first time since his talk with the Doctor, Dahak left his room. Inside of it there was nothing but inky blackness, though none were there to see him slide out of it, see the way the darkness seemed to cling to his form as he pulled away from it and stepped out into the abhorred light of day. Though his powers of darkness were strongest during the night, with a willing host like this the difference was almost negliable. Thankfully Michael had foolishly been willing to part with it when Dahak had arrived here.

Dahak wandered then, looking for some type of corruption. After all, a creature of darkness didn't exactly leave trails of fluffy bunnies in their wake. There would definitely be something to pick up on. But alas, there was nothing, and the lord of darkness scowled at that as he found himself wandering into a lush garden. Ah, Gardens, they were so beautiful, and yet for a viper, the perfect place to hide. But those were fond memories long since passed, and Dahak wasn't the type to get nostalgic...

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