<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Korra1154.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Korra<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 22nd<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Memphis Rift Zone<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Owen, Max<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The group would have known Korra wasn’t to happy with her predicament. It almost seemed as if all of the frustration of her current situation had lead up to this point. Given the brash, bad decisions she’s been making. Not seeming to be able to find her center, to get a fix on exactly what she needs to do. Her primary thought has only been of getting back to her own home. Or perhaps that’s what she’s been fixating herself on, so that the dire circumstances of her current situation doesn’t just bury her. She needed something to focus on so the dramatic depression and hopelessness of her situation doesn’t catch up with her.<br/><br/>She hadn’t been so ladylike with Owen once the others arrived. Again, perhaps using her tough girl attitude to keep her other feelings at bay. Like the fear that rose up in her throat the first time she got a good look at Owen’s companions. None of them looked… human.. or remotely human. All of them seemed… off. And the girl who seemed.. off.. there was something about her. She<em>appeared</em>human enough, but Korra’s senses told her that there was something dreadful about the woman. It was almost the same sort of feel the prey would get when looking into the eyes of it’s predator.<br/><br/>But she liked Max.<br/><br/>From what she had been exposed to of him thus far, at least. Sure, she was afraid of him at first, but there was something about him that put her at ease. Enough so that she could let her guard down. A little. Despite how rotten she had seemed towards Owen, and how distant she seemed at first to the others, Max seemed to want to treat her kindly. Even though she thought she didn’t deserve it. Yes, she felt guilty for the things she had done and said to Owen.. but those are thoughts for another time. Max was kind enough to let her out of the degrading shackles that Owen had put her in, and he even let her ride in his Satomobile. She had never actually been in one before, but of course she had seen many many of them in Republic City. Naga almost ate the first one they saw, thinking it was some kind of evil monster or something. Max didn’t say a lot on the ride, and perhaps the excitement and energy spent on the day had caught up with her.<br/><br/>So part way into the ride into town, Korra had fallen asleep. Her body sat slumped in the seat, her head tipped to one side. She was grateful for the chance to rest, to slow down a little. It had been nonstop since she was pulled through that doorway, and just exhausting. But there is no rest for the weary, it is said. Her dreams are not peaceful ones, filled with images and places she could not recognize. That same inane  whispering and chanting. A voice, trying to break through the darkness. Trying to help her, but she doesn’t know how.<br/><br/>~~…your purpose..~~<br/>~~..balance..~~<br/>~~…wonders..~~<br/><br/>She can’t make it out. Her subconscious mind tries to, but it’s just to far out of reach for now. If she was aware of this on a more conscious level, it would just be one more source of frustration.<br/><br/>Once New Memphis comes into sight, Korra is slowly drawn from her sleep. Her eyes flicker as she stirs there in the seat, and rather ungracefully she stretches her arms and legs, not seeming to mind she takes up more than her share of the cab in the process. She lets out a groan as she sits up, her gaze moving towards Max, and then Owen, and then back to Max. She keeps track of their conversation involving her, but her eyes are taken by a sight she had never beholden before. She lets out a soft gasp as she sees the city of New Memphis ahead of them. She scoots up in her seat, her hands pressing to the dash in front of her as she leans forward, as if wanting to try and get a better view of the city.<br/><br/>“Wow..”  she exclaims very softly, not seeming to come up with anything more eloquent than that at this moment. After a few moments of taking in as much as she could, she then speaks to Max, though her eyes stay on the approaching city.  “This… this is where you live? It’s so big…”   she shakes her head unbelieving, and sits back a little in her seat as she frowns to herself.   “I mean.. Republic City is bigger.. the place I defend..”  she seems to add that second part so she doesn’t seem so pathetic or overwhelmed.<br/><br/>Her eyes are constantly moving as they move into the city, trying to take in as much as she can. But there is just so much. So many things that she can’t possibly know about. So many that aren’t human, but are acting like they are. And once more she starts to get that sinking feeling. That feeling she’s in way over her head, and she isn’t going to see Republic City or the Southern Water tribe again. Or her parents. Or Naga. Or Katara. Okay Korra, enough of that line of thought…<br/><br/>She then looks to Max, her brows furrowed as she speaks.   “There aren’t any normal people here, like nonBenders or anything?”   Yeah, Korra isn’t great with tact. She wrinkles her nose as she stares up at Max, and then adds.   “I mean, people who look normal.”  Okay, that didn’t help. She blinks as she looks away from him, trying to think of a better way to put that.   “I mean… hm..”   she looks away from Max, trying to solve this little dilemma in her head.<br/>