<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/4bd47d299b9b05d0f614e78ab8b4635dA.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<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Korra stares daggers into him as she sits there on her knees, her one hand absently rubbing the bandaging around her head. He is indeed lowering his defenses… and way more easily than she would have thought. But not exactly in the way she thought. He’s not acting like someone who was just defeated, or someone who was going to try and do her harm. His whole demeanor… the way he looks at her… something in her tells her that she was perhaps wrong in her initial impressions. That perhaps she isn’t his prisoner. Well.. in her mind she never was. She knows she could break out of his custody at any time. She is Korra, after all.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrow as he takes his helmet off… yeah he’s really good looking. Damn him. He was like no one she had ever seen before. And the suit he wears, that large armor thing he was in before. Speaking of that.. she wonders just where the large walking machine went. Not knowing of course it’s right in front of her in it’s motorcycle form.<br/><br/>As Owen tells her his name, slowly she pushes herself to her feet, her knees a little wobbly at first. She stands to her full 5’7”, absently brushing the front of her top off. Owen continues to speak, and Korra glances down at herself. She’s a mess. But that’s what you get when you are fighting to keep yourself alive… dirty. Those bright blue eyes move back to Owen, and there is a look of bewilderment on her pretty face. He said a lot of things she didn’t follow. Starting about 5 words in, she was a bit lost. Captain, he said. Of a recon team. Okay she gets that. She’s never heard of New Memphis though, or a Memphis Rift Zone. Sounds important though. And as he speaks… she’s come to the conclusion she’s no longer in her own neighborhood. For a moment she thinks she had somehow tripped into the Spirit World.. but her Bending works here. So that can’t be. Not that she’s ever seen the Spirit World, or would be able to recognize it offhand.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Trying to get me out of my clothes already? I know I just saved your life and you are grateful and all, but I don’t think this is the time or place for that.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Despite her coffee colored complexion, perhaps Owen would see the blush rise in her cheeks with his words, her jaw dropping a little. She blinks a few times to get her brain jump started, and then she abruptly turns from him, her fur lined clothing swaying a little as she does, along with her long dark hair.   “That’s not.. why I said that… Captain..”   So she’s come to the conclusion perhaps he’s on her side. Or rather, he’s<em>not</em>her enemy here. Only took a blow to the head, being saved by a Cyclone in shining armor and the fluttering of his lovely eyes to convince her. She takes a few steps away from him, now looking around the forest as she kind of mumbles to herself.   “This place is rich with green… has to be something close… way close…”    she then looks to the ground in front of her, and now she speaks in a tone loud enough for him to hear. Her back is still to him, perhaps she has no wish for him to see the quivering of her lip, or the tears rimming her eyes as she realizes she’s in deep trouble.<br/><br/>“I thought.. you were with the Equalists. Along with those.. lanky mechanical men skull things.”   *Korra Translation= Skelebots.   She keeps her tone strong and even, not wanting to give an inch of weakness to him.    “When that machine exploded, I was caught in the blast. I thought I was dead… and then I saw you and those monsters coming at me.” Now her arms draw up in front of her as her feet spread to shoulder width under her, pushing the grass a little with her heavy stance. Her arms form a diagonal line in front of her chest, and then her right hand moves more towards her waist, her other remaining in that diagonal position. Her hands suddenly whip apart, one ending up over her shoulder and the other near her thigh. The moment her hands whip outwards, the ground under them trembles. A sudden hole forms in the ground, almost 3 feet in diameter in front of her. It’s as if the ground was just sucked into itself. She repeats the motion, and the sound of the ground collapsing in on itself can be heard again, this time from deep in the hole. She remains motionless there in the final stance, her back still to him. She takes a deep breath of courage and forces her tears away, and then slowly she turns to half face him again.   “I’m part of a task force to stop them.. to capture Amon. You’re not with them, though. I know that now. You saved me, and I am grateful.”<br/><br/>She pauses as she stares at him, and she does her best to keep sadness from her features.   “My name is Korra, daughter of Tonraq and Senna of the Southern Water Tribe.”  She then turns once more to face the hole she had made in the ground, still speaking.   “I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but it’s really not. Not under these circumstances.”    In some cultures, her name means simply ‘maiden’. But when written in Greek, she shares the name of the Greek Goddess of the Underworld, whom was described as a ‘formidable and powerful queen.’ Just some trivia there.<br/><br/>“I’m the Avatar.”   She states with some authority.<br/><br/>She takes another slow and deep breath, her stance now noticeably more relaxed. Her hands come down in front of her to her waist. Slowly, almost majestically, she raises her hands out towards her sides and then up a little, till they are about shoulder height. Her hands then lower in a smooth, flowing motion before raising again. An odd sound starts in the hole in front of Korra, it almost sounds like water rushing. And in fact, that’s what it is. The hole fills itself with water from somewhere deep within the earth. Korra’s right hand moves upwards, and the water rises out of the hole like a snake, following the motion of her hand. Her hand flows downwards towards her side, her hand pushing out in front of her. The moves her arms in slow back and forth motions, the water dancing around her body.  “I need to know how to get home, Captain. My world needs me, it’s needs the Avatar.”   The water still flowing around her, it almost resembles a snake made of liquid coiling around her rhythmically, continuously moving.<br/>