<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’s sky blue eyes glance to him as he denies knowledge of the Equalists. Yeah, she’s in way over her head here. Everyone knows who the Equalists are… what if he’s telling the truth, though? That he’s stuck here.. and now so is she. No, that’s not even something that’s an option in her young mind. Her heart skips a few panicked beats as her mind drifts to all those counting on her.. all those relying on her mere presence as the Avatar. There is so much resting on her shoulders, and to suddenly be ripped away from all of it… no, that’s not an option. It won’t happen like that. She’ll make things right. She’ll prove she’s a worthy Avatar. That all those hopes and aspirations that have been put on her for her whole life haven’t been in vain.<br/><br/>Slowly she draws her water sheathed hands away from his shoulder, giving him a small nod as he thanks her. She would respond, but her mind is a million miles away at this moment. She takes a few steps back from him, her eyes cast down towards the ground in front of her. She shakes her hands at her sides, and the water falls away from her hands in a fine mist that dissipates quickly. Over her shoulder she glances towards the small water well she had crafted, and then back towards him as he puts that weird armor back on. She takes a moment to look it over, keeping her eyes averted from his eyes. The two wheeled bike thing is kind of similar to the ones in Republic City. But… well it looks waaaaaay more complicated. And the only thing she knows how to drive is a polar bear dog. Oh Naga.. how she wishes she were here.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen a little and she looks to him as he says the machine is gone. No, no that can’t be. The machine has to be there, and it has to be working. That’s how she’s going to get home. That’s how it’s going to go. That’s how it’s going to work out. She closes her eyes as she stands about 10 feet from him, and she draws in a slow and deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. She knows she’s in over her head here, she knows she’s in a dark place and there’s no light around her. The last time she felt this way was when she was lost on the tundra for a few hours, the most terrifying few hours of her young life. She was much younger, actually. Owen mentions the rest of his unit… so he does have allies. And probably close, that’s how units worked, right? Thinks Korra who has never been in a military situation in her life, really. So if something is to be done, it has to be now. She’ll feel bad for this, but she sees this as an opportunity to get her bearings, to get home.<br/><br/>She half turns as he gives his marching orders to her, and her hands extend towards the small well she had made to get water to heal him. It’s still pretty full. Her fingertips extend towards the well… and then her hands snap towards Owen as she frowns deeply. The water leaps from the well in the same snake like motion, but all of it goes right at Owen. In an instant he’s immersed in water all around him, it being held in place by her will. But only a moment. Her fingers curl into her palms, and as she clenches her fists all of that water around him suddenly freezes. It creates a thick block of ice all around his body… except for his head. She now relaxes her stance and she strides towards him as she speaks, still not looking to his eyes, not wanting to make eye contact and perhaps lose her resolve.   “Sorry, Captain. I’ve got a plan of my own.”   Yeah, no she doesn’t. Whatever ‘plan’ she has is about 3 seconds old, and doesn’t go beyond this moment. She walks passed him to his Cyclone, and she looks over the controls. And she’s instantly lost. There’s no way she can figure out how to make it go in any efficient amount of time.   “Me staying on this world just isn’t a possibility. I’m<em>needed</em>in Republic City. Everyone is counting on me, the world is counting on me.”  She kind of pokes one of the handlebars of the Cyclone, as if that would make it magically come to life and obey her. But no such luck.<br/>