(ง'̀-'́)ง (hairbender) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-01 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, asami sato, astrid hofferson, avatar korra |
You’d be a public figure, an easy target.
Who: Asami, Korra, Astrid
What: Korra comes to heal Asami's Ganon-induced injuries
When: same night as this
Where: Sato Mansion
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Asami had ditched the car in an alley. With all the crime going around she figured that was as good an excuse as any, and she’d left no fingerprints. She attempted to clean herself up as best she could before flagging down a cab, in an attempt to look normal. But also because Asami could be a little vain.
It hurt more than she liked to climb back out of the cab, but at least she was home. Her dad wasn’t home, which was a huge relief. She made her way to the living room and collapsed on the couch before texting her friends.
She really needed a nice hot bath after tonight. Once Korra took care of her ribs, at least. Hopefully she could take care of her ribs. Asami absolutely didn’t want to go to a hospital. Something told her that mysterious monster of a man is capable of seeing if any woman came into a hospital tonight.
And here, all Astrid wanted to do is sit around in sweatpants and order take-out, because college students don’t have the energy to prepare proper sustenance.
Except Asami’s text was alarming enough and it didn’t take long for them to grab any necessary belongings and leaving the apartment. “She’s okay,” Astrid told Korra while she drove, breaking about three road rules on the way there, fingers drumming against the faded leather of the steering wheel. “She’s texting us, so...she’s going to be okay.”
And she hadn’t said anything about the possibly broken ribs, nope. Might as well wait until they got there, and once they did, she eagerly got out of her dying bug. “Good thing her dad isn’t around?”
Astrid wouldn’t mind throwing a couple things at the homophobic douchecanoe.
"If she's not okay I'm going to make her okay so that I can punch her a few times for leaving us out of this. I have bending! You have an axe! You're a viking for crying out loud!" Korra complained, one hand flailing in the air as she spoke. Her other hand was still on her phone, trying to get details out of Asami that weren't really that forthcoming.
She grumbled a bit, "I just wanted to study for midterms, finish my paper, and eat pizza. I guess that was too much to ask. But it's probably good her dad isn't here. Because then we'd be throwing things at him."
Asami eventually stopped trying to text Korra back, closing her eyes and resting her head on the armrest of the couch. She vaguely worried about how dirty and torn up her clothing was and the damage that would do to the pristine white couch, but she didn’t really care right now.
Being a viking probably wouldn’t matter much in regards to facing down a strange, bizarre man with a kind of weird magic. Maybe if she had Stormfly to breathe fire and tear things with her claws, sure, but if Asami couldn’t handle it with her own hand-to-hand combat, then she wasn’t sure if tossing an axe at an evil wizard’s general direction would do much.
“We can probably still order pizza,” she smirked, tossing Korra a bemused kind of look before exiting the car and hurrying to the front door. Knock knock! “Asami? Can we come in?” She checked the doorknob to see if it was locked.
"Hold up, I've got a key!" Korra rushed over to the door and pulled her keychain out. Since she didn't drive there was really only a few keys on it and it didn't take her long to find the one she was looking for, "So glad he never bothered to ask me for it back now."
She unlocked the door and rushed inside. The mansion was huge and Asami could be anywhere, really, so she shouted, "ASAMI? WE'RE HERE!"
Then she realised her girlfriend was beat up and might not be able to respond, "I probably shouldn't make her shout back, I have no idea how bad off she is. Let's just check the obvious places first. Like the living room. That's probably a good start."
Asami would have given her another key anyway, mostly as a just in case something happened. She heard voices, and pushed herself up. Her chest protested painfully, and she noticed some blood on the cushion. She touched her head and winced.
Belatedly realizing that was Korra, she called out. "I'm in here!"
Her jacket was torn, with dried blood in places, she was covered in dirt and smudges. Her face was somewhat cleaned up and she'd reapplied her makeup, but her hair was, frighteningly, not perfect.
Following the sound of her voice, she was drawn right to the room where Asami was. And she hoped she’d be able to calm Korra once she realized the possibility of ‘broken ribs.’ “Hey!” Astrid hurried over to the couch but kept her hands up high, not sure what to do - she wasn’t the one with the magical water bending healing technique, and also didn’t want to touch a spot that hurt. “Okay! Uh, we--we don’t need a first aid kit, do we?” A squint to Asami. “How the heck did your makeup survive??”
Korra had seen Asami without makeup before, or with makeup that was messed up. But she’d never seen Asami’s hair out of place, and that kind of spoke to the severity of the situation.
This probably wasn’t the time to freeze up and stare at your injured girlfriend, though. She cleared her throat and ran over to Asami, “What hurts? Besides the stuff that’s bleeding, I mean? And how DID your makeup survive when your hair didn’t?”
She’d need a bowl of water. Or maybe a bucket. It depended on how bad this actually was, but Korra already had a feeling that it was worse than a few cuts and scrapes.
The engineer smiled ruefully. "I fixed it up before calling a cab? I was trying to not... alarm the cabbie." She'd probably failed, but she'd also over-tipped him to keep him quiet, so that probably helped. "I think a rib is broken, and I hurt everywhere. My right ankle is sprained." She leaned back against the cushions on the couch, closing her eyes. “Head hurts.”
Her voice was a little rough, and a little shaky. "I was checking out this warehouse. One of my dad's off the books ones. A truck came up, and unloaded some crates. I took out the guys around it easily enough and opened one. It looked like weapons. Really advanced and expensive ones. And that's when this man showed up. He was..."
She trailed off, out of breath. It took her a moment, but then she continued. "He turned green. And he could throw fire, and crack the ground, and throw this... dark light bolt of some kind. Quick too. I think all I did was annoy him. I overloaded the power grid in the area with my glove and that barely stopped him."
“So your dad’s in cahoots with a green man with….wizard powers?” Astrid deduced, trying to wrap her mind around it. Which wasn’t exactly hard to do either - welcome the OC, the county with freaks as citizens. She’d seen a good chunk of what surrounded Logan, went through his death and ‘resurrection,’ Korra’s bending, the fact that dragons were now hidden somewhere in the area too.
Most people with ‘strange abilities’ were either good or neutral. It was the first time she’d ever heard someone using any strange abilities in the name of ‘asshole.’
“You don’t think he followed you here, do you?”
"That's definitely not bending," Korra muttered. She wasn't sure what that was. Some kind of wizardry, probably, like Astrid had deduced. That sounded really dangerous, and she hoped that he HADN'T followed them there. "I'm not sure even the Avatar state could hold him off. Especially if he's throwing darkness around. Let's just hope he didn't follow you."
In Asami's condition it probably wasn't a good idea to move her to a bathtub or anything. Korra wanted to get started on the healing, but she didn't need to make things worse. "It was probably a good idea not to go to the hospital. If I was some evil green wizard who was in cahoots with your dad that's the first place I'd look. We need a bucket. Like, a huge bucket. At this point Katara would toss you right into the water but I don't want to move you. Do you think there's one in the kitchen somewhere?"
Korra shook her head and held up a hand, "Don't talk, I'll just go look." Doing was better than sitting there flailing her hands around, anyway. She got up from where she'd been kneeling by the couch and raced out of the room.
"No," Asami said. "I lost him, then ditched the car I hotwired. There wasn't anything left of my car." She glanced at Korra, like she was going to continue, but then her girlfriend was gone and she flopped her head against the cushion. "Think she's mad at me?"
“Weeeeeelll…” Yeah, the answer was technically probably. Astrid glanced at the direction Korra went, then the wounded friend on the couch. “I get why you went alone. I mean, you can take care of yourself usually no problem - but I don’t think you expected to run into whoever that was. It’s one thing if its hand-to-hand fighting; you got that down. But...if someone’s waving around dark magic?” Blargh, the thought gave her a feeling of dread. “You couldn’t have guessed that. But, back to your question: it’s highly possible that she’s pissed at you, yeah.”
Might as well be honest. Hell, if Hiccup went and did something stupid out on his own, she’d be pissed too. It came with the territory.
Now that Korra had more of the story, she was actually less pissed than she'd been when they'd gotten there. No way could Asami have known that some evil dark magic wizard was going to be there. And even if she'd had backup, Korra couldn’t be sure they wouldn't just all have broken ribs right now.
Mainly, she was angry that Asami was injured at all. She decided to channel that anger into something productive, like searching through the kitchens and the pantries and something that looked like a large broom closet until she found a big bucket used for mopping floors with.
"I FOUND SOMETHING!" she yelled from her end of the house. Then she started filling it with water.
Asami briefly wondered if Korra in the Avatar State could have dropped a building on him. Probably. Would it have done anything? She wasn't sure.
"I think there was something closer, but she probably needed the time to destress," Asami groaned. "Astrid, can you help me out of this jacket? We can cut it if we have to."
“Can she get any louder?” Astrid snorted a laugh, shaking her head, and then began carefully peeling the coat off Asami. “Stay still, don’t wiggle too much. Where’s your dad in all this, anyway? Do you think he knows he’s dealing with an evil green wizard?”
At some point in the process of filling the bucket, Korra realised that she didn't really need to PUT the water IN the bucket. A big globe of water made its way to the living room, while Korra logged the bucket behind her with one hand. The other one, of course, kept the globe from falling apart.
"Oh yeah. This ought to be enough water. I hope."
"Are you trying to drown me?" Asami laughed softly. She felt exposed in her undershirt. "I don't think he knows who he's working with, and after we move forward with the arrest in a few days I don't think it will matter." She shifted a bit, laying out so that Korra could work easier. "I don't think I can report what happened tonight... that would give that man too much information about who exactly was there tonight."
She was in no condition to fight, and didn't want to invite that man to find her home - or worse, her friends.
“And considering once your dad gets put behind iron bars, and you take over…” A bite to her bottom lip, the more she thought about it. “You’d be a public figure, an easy target.” Last thing Asami needed was to be a walking target for an evil wizard with envy-green skin. Korra wouldn’t get any sleep out of paranoia. None of them would.
But with the water and Korra’s skill soon to be displayed, Astrid took a comfortable step back - to stay out of the way, but to watch out of curiosity. “And we’re sure he doesn’t know who you are, right?”
"Not drowning you, but you should know you're about to get really soaked anyway. I mean, it's still water you know?" Korra interjected, with a bit of a nervous laugh. She'd been taught by the best, but that didn't mean that she was as good as Katara. This was different than healing Hiccup. Things were broken and there might even be internal damage.
Korra didn't want to think about that. Instead she put most of the water down in the bucket, and pulled the rest into a patch of water that she rolled into place on Asami's damaged ribs. The water started to glow, and Korra moved it around in a circle, "We'll try and take care of this first. But that's a good question. DOES he know who you are?"
Asami gestured to an end table, where her ski-mask and goggles were. "I had those on. The most he'd get is that I'm a woman. I don't think I had any skin showing and my hair was under the ski-mask. But I think I need to avoid discussing anything about electric gloves in public." Groaning, she rested her head back and closed her eyes. "That feels good..."
“There’s at least that, then…” Astrid breathed a sigh of relief. Because then they shouldn’t worry about wizard man stalking down Asami in all his wizardry glory, right? It was easy to mock him mentally - but he did whoop her ass a bit brutally and knowing someone like that existed around these parts was, well…
Fucked up. Too bad she didn’t have a backyard to keep Stormfly, Toothless and Naga for emergencies.
“By the way, you sound like you’re at the end of a very sexy massage, Asami,” she felt the need to point out, one pale blonde brow poking up while a corner of her lips tipped into a smirk.
"A nice, sexy, water massage. Man, if your ribs were in better shape this night could have ended a lot differently," Korra pointed out, with a bit of a smirk. But this was all still pretty serious, and it was going to take a while to finish healing what she could, anyway.
She pulled more water up from the bucket, and glanced over at Astrid, "But instead, we're gonna eat pizza and watch cheesy movies while I finish healing my girlfriend, who BETTER stay out of trouble after this. That sounds good to everyone, right?"