Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 05:31:55</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts/Avatar Crossover (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 05:43:00</strong>
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				Things in Republic City were starting to get bad. Despite the fact that the task force had taken down a few operations put into play by the Equalists, they always seemed to be on top somehow. It felt like every time they seemed to have the upper hand in this little war, the Equalists would do something to trump the forces of Republic City. By all rights the Equalist movement should be crippled.. but they seemed only to be getting stronger, bolder. <br><br>More than a week’s worth of investigation has lead to this point, though. Word on the street was the Equalists were going to try and pull something big tonight, something that would not only change Republic City forever, but the world itself. There was no specific information to be found, not from the task force’s sources. But the rumblings were enough to make any good hearted citizen tremble with fear. Some kind of new technology some said.. something not made by Future’s Industries, something far more advanced and insidious. To some it sounded like a trap being laid out for the task force, or for the Avatar. <br><br>And that’s where this story begins. It’s nearly midnight now, the full moon glistening in the sky overhead. It illuminates the world in a gentle hue, often called ‘the hunter’s moon’. An apt name for this night. The Equalist task force finds itself surrounding a warehouse near the docks, and there are lights on in that warehouse. The warehouse is surrounded by now, about 7 squads having moved silently into position. And leading one of those squads… Korra of the Southern Water Tribe. Or as some have come to call her here, the Avatar. The only being capable of manipulating all four elements, instead of just a single element as most ‘Benders’ on her world. Not so patiently she waits with the rest of her squad for the signal to move in. Korra sits atop her best friend, a polar bear dog. A very large polar bear dog. Naga pants softly with her own impatience, knowing something important (and probably bad) is about to happen, and she needs to keep Korra safe. Or perhaps Naga can sense Korra’s nervousness. Korra knows this raid has to go down just about perfectly, whatever the Equalists are cooking up in there will only mean dire trouble for Benders and for Republic City itself. Korra is clad in traditional Water Tribe gear, light and dark shades of blue. The tank top like shirt she wears shows off her muscular physique. Not overly so, but she is stronger than most people are. <br><br>Korra leans down, patting the side of Naga’s head gently to help calm her a little as she looks around herself, looking towards the other officers of the task force. Mostly the metalbending Force of Republic City, but also some waterbenders, people she has been working with for almost a month now. They are a good force, all of them together. They work together well, but that hasn’t brought them as much success against the Equalists as any of them would like. <br><br>And then, the signal is given. A metalbender from each group sends a small metal ballbearing to the group next to them, signaling them to start. Almost as one the squads charge towards the warehouse, and Korra grips the reins of Naga’s saddle tightly as she leans forward and raises up a little on that saddle. The waterbenders manipulate the water from the edge of the pier and brings it crashing into the warehouse, that water instantly freezing some of the Equalists in place. The metalbenders one by one begin to engage and entangle the Equalists with the metal wires extending from their gauntlets. And as for Korra, once they are in, she leaps from Naga with a loud grunt, landing in a crouch. Some of the Equalists charge her as one, most of them seeming to be trained in some form of martial arts themselves. But against Korra’s skill, they don’t last long. One by one she takes them down, using a combination of bending and advanced hand to hand skills. Korra takes the initiative and runs deeper into the warehouse, Naga not far behind her. The rest of the task force still fights off the Equalists agents, who by that time have been joined by the chi-blockers. But Korra knows if there is some kind of new weapon or technology or whatever here, she wants to be the first to find it. And that’s pretty much what happens. <br><br>Korra turns a corner, and starts to sprint down a long corridor, ready to fight whatever happens into her way. But her sprint turns into a slow walk as something catches her eye in the darkness. A glint of metal, reflecting the moonlight through the high windows. Her first thought is that it’s an Equalist or something, and so she goes into defense mode. In one smooth motion she moves into a defensive en-guarde stance, and her hands are suddenly engulfed in churning fire. She calls out&nbsp; &nbsp;“Okay, come and get it creep!”&nbsp; &nbsp;But.. nothing. No movement. She blinks and stares at that dark spot against the wall, still not able to really make out what’s there.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Hello?”&nbsp; &nbsp;She says as she relaxes her stance, and now paces towards that spot. She holds up one of her hands, the fire around it intensifying. And once she is close enough to see it, she gasps softly. She has never seen anything like this… it looks like.. well it’s shaped like a man, but not quite. Made of metal, it’s limbs hideously thin, and it’s face almost like a skull with spikes extending from it. She finds herself shivering a little as she inspects it closer, having never seen anything even close to resembling this.. thing. <br><br>There is a sudden humming sound coming from down the corridor, and Korra jumps a little in surprise, facing that direction immediately and once more moving into a defensive stance. Her eyes narrow, and once more she takes off in a sprint in that direction. There is a large room at the end of the corridor, and a soft blue light glows within it. Not to a cautious sprint she goes, edging towards the doorway. And again what she sees she cannot explain. A large machine of some kind… almost looking like a globe sitting on top of a metal table. That’s about the best way she can describe it. There are hundreds of wires pouring out of the globe, and connecting to smaller machines all around it. And near the globe, 2 more of those skull machine people things. What is all this..<br><br>Something inside of her tells her that this is very bad, that she needs to stop whatever is happening. She doesn’t know why, she just knows she does. The globe starts to glow a soft blue color, and it seems to be drawing in energy from somewhere. The more it does, the more dire Korra’s instincts tell her it is. She now moves into the room, her hands in fists at her sides, and Naga now pacing right behind her, growling softly.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Stop!”&nbsp; &nbsp;A voice calls out from behind the globe suddenly, and Korra freezes, her eyes narrowing. The person emerges from behind the machine, a thin man who looks like he hasn’t slept for a few weeks.&nbsp; “You can’t interfere! The compensator is nearly up to power!”&nbsp; &nbsp;Korra scowls as she looks towards the globe, and then towards those odd metal skeleton things. A shiver runs down her spine as she sees one twitch, it’s arm. Her gaze snaps back towards the globe as she speaks in an angry tone.&nbsp; “Yeah, all the more reason for me to interfere, chump!”&nbsp; &nbsp;She starts towards the globe, one of her hands extended towards it, the other drawn back. The man tries to stop Korra, but Naga is suddenly there, bearing her teeth at the man in warning. Korra now thrusts her fist towards the globe, and a geyser of flame explodes from her hand, engulfing the globe. <br><br>She can’t say she succeeded, or even what happened next. One moment she was burning that globe to nothing.. and the next she was no longer in the room. She wasn’t sure where she was, really. It almost felt like a dream. Was she dead? No.. she could still sense.. something… there was something else there with her. It almost felt like she was being lead somewhere, and she couldn’t stop herself..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 00:43:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Cyclone-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;++I’ve got a full squad of Boneheads, Stalker with a litter, Spec-Ops and the techies, Captain.++(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Marleena-Avi.jpg)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marleena was Owen’s second and even over his comm he could hear the heavy strain in her voice.&nbsp; Owen had been on this Earth for five years now and he had seen things that would stress the most stoic of RDF officers and veterans of the Third Robotech War.&nbsp; But one of the most disturbing for Owen had been the former Coalition Psy-Stalker Marleena.&nbsp; &nbsp;Marleena drank life force like it was a fine wine.&nbsp; He had seen her bleed a rogue psychic dry leaving the man a whimpering husk before running him through.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure he should feel sorry for her or loath her.&nbsp; Right now he could hear the hunger in her voice and he felt the former more than the later.&nbsp; He had come to find out that she could only survive by feeding on the energy in psychics or practitioners of magic.&nbsp; Yeah Magic.&nbsp; He had learned to deal with some seriously strange shit here.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Bob-Mystic.jpg) ++I am sensing some abnormal Rift activity Sir.++<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Bob’s sibilate voice always sounded stranger over the comms.&nbsp; Normally with the Psi-Stalker and Dogboy Pack Owen would have held Bob back.&nbsp; Marleena once described the Alien Lay Line Walker as roman candle of magical enery, but this close to the Memphis Rift Zone he would be lost in the background count of paranormal energy the nexus points gave off.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9f/Grackletooth.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ++This whole place is abnormal.++ Link’s growling reply brought a smile to Owen’s lips.&nbsp; Leave it up to the 300 pound walking, talking, cigar smoking lizard to call something abnormal.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; ++I mean the Nexus Point ahead is fluctuating strangely Captain.++&nbsp; &nbsp;Bob had very little sense of humor, and what he did have was very peculiar.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Cut the chatter.” Owen replied knowing Link would reply if he didn’t shut it down now.&nbsp; “The puppies may not be able to sense Bob, but I don’t want our cover blown because you all want to keep flappin.&nbsp; “Angel, you got anything?”<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Angel-Avi.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;++Skies are clear, Captain.&nbsp; Are we going to engage?++<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Just track and observe.”&nbsp; New Memphis while inside land claimed by the Federation of Magic was effectively Neutral when it came to the hostilities that often flared up between the Federation and the Coalition.&nbsp; Owen wasn’t privy to the why’s and the what for’s of that decision, but from the little he had gleaned from Commander Kitayama an alliance with either would do nothing but hurt the people of New Memphis.&nbsp; &nbsp;That being said New Memphis tracked all nearby troop movements and when a small squad of Coalition special forces had been spotted outside the Memphis Rift Zone, Owen’s squad had been dispatched to reconnoiter.&nbsp; Thing had gotten interesting when the spec ops squad had met up with a group of Coalition Techs and a unit of Skelebots.&nbsp; Whatever they were working on was significant.&nbsp; The device they had constructed was unlike anything Owen had ever seen.&nbsp; And arc of smooth metal that flickered with blue Rift energy.&nbsp; He was pretty sure that was where the strange fluctuations Bob was sensing where coming from.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A small group of Coalition troops were approaching the Rift filled arc, lead by the Spec-Ops Officer and flanked be the Psi-Staker and his squad of Dog Boys.&nbsp; The techs stood at a set of equipment that Owen assumed controlled the Rift machine and with a flare of blue energy a man stepped through the Rift Gate approaching the Coalition men.&nbsp; The man, at least that was what Owen assumed was hooded and dressed in a grey shroud over some oddly archaic looking armor, his face covered by a pale mask.&nbsp; He was an imposing man with the build of a warrior and the carried himself like a man accustom to giving orders and having them followed.&nbsp; In a word he was dangerous.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Amon.png)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to hear the conversation Owen watched intently as the unit of Skelebots moved to line up in front of the rift.&nbsp; ‘What the hell?&nbsp; They are sending them through?’&nbsp; From what Owen knew the Coalition had never moved troops across dimensions it was a drastic and dangerous change in Coalition policy. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;++Captain?++&nbsp; Bob’s stoic voice registered a tinge of a question.&nbsp; ++Something is very wrong.++<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen scanned the clearing for signs of danger.&nbsp; Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, but the Coalition techs were clearly agitated and began gesturing wilding towards the gate.&nbsp; Strange energy readouts flickered across Owen’s visor as the Gate gave a single pulse and exploded outward engulfing the skelebots, knocking the men to the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;A figure rolled out of the gate in the aftermath unseen in the confusion.&nbsp; The gate began to whine and flicker with what looked like a mini rift storm.&nbsp; Whatever had happened was destabilizing the machine.&nbsp; The Coalition forces were pulling back quickly.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Juicer-Avi.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;++Time to clear out boss?++&nbsp; Max’s deep voice rattled over the comms.&nbsp; He never referred to Owen as Captain.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Not yet. Cover me.”&nbsp; Owen sprang to action, the metal legs of his Cyclone armor churning the loamy earth under him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; ++Roger, Boss.++&nbsp; The sounds of pulse rifle fire rattled around Owen as his sudden appearance startled the regrouping Coalition troops.&nbsp; He took a glancing blow from one of the Skeletons blasters before the disciplined crossfire of his recon squad pinned them in place.&nbsp; He slide to a stop his cyclone morphing into its motorcycle form.&nbsp; He say that the form was a young woman, but he had little time to notice anything else about her other than she looked nothing like the masked man that had proceeded her.&nbsp; &nbsp;A groan from her told him that she was both alive and conscious.&nbsp; He held out his gloved hand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Give me your hand.&nbsp; Hurry!” He yelled over the gun fire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 03:59:45</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/KorraAAA01.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> The recon team, the coalition members… the enemy.<br><hr> <br><br>There in the dirt Korra laid for a few moments after emerging from that Rift, her body feeling the undue stress of being ripped from her dimension and into this one. She draws herself up onto her hands and knees, her hands in fists, her long dark hair dangling down around her head. Her head is swimming, and not in that good way. In the way that indicates you’ve just been clobbered by a very large clubbed object. Her bright sky blue eyes blink a few times and now her head lifts as she groans softly… and those eyes widen with.. well with horror. Her ears are still ringing, and she has to doubt exactly what it is she is seeing. What it is she perceives. <br><br>The world around her is chaos, there’s some kind of.. lightning being projected all around her. But it’s not like lightning she has ever seen. It’s like short bursts, short powerful bursts. But the things Bending it.. they aren’t like any Firebenders she’s ever seen, nor are they even human! There’s some kind of device they’re using to do it.. cripes she’s starting to hate technological. What was it Bolin said? How do they have time to constantly invent more evil machines?! And other beings… they look like goat dogs, or polar dogs.. or a little of both, but they’re standing up like people. Even using weapons like people, some kind of blades.. The sound of an engine getting closer takes Korra’s confused attention from the Dog Boys and the Skeletons… the person on it is wearing some kind of armor. She can’t see the face of whatever it is… he looks like he might be reaching for her, but her ears are still ringing. Or maybe her head just hasn’t cleared. And when Korra doesn’t know what to do, when she thinks she’s in danger, Korra does what Korra does. <br><br>Korra acts. <br><br>She glares at Owen as he approaches her, as he offers her help, as pulse blasts ring through the air around her. The Psi-Stalkers.. for only the briefest of moments.. would feel a sudden surge of incredible power emanating in this dark skinned girl. Unconsciously she taps into a fraction of the Avatar State, the need to defend herself simply overpowering. She doesn’t even realize she does, but she does. She has for a long time, though she hasn’t known it. That’s part of how she is able to Bend so easily, so powerfully. Still staring at the oncoming Owen, she moves into an Earthbending stance. Her fisted hands move to next to her hips, her feet about shoulder length apart. A powerful stance. Korra draws in a deep breath and draws one hand back as her opposite foot shifts back, and she lets out a grunt as she slams that fist into the ground. It’s as if the earth itself under her were water, and she had just thrown a rock into it. The impact of her fist ripples outwards, the earth upturning in a rolling wave away from her, travelling almost 100 feet. She’s hoping that’s enough to make him think twice about attacking her! Now this gets the attention of some of the others. And that’s fine with Korra. <br><br>Now some of the Coalition forces (who have noticed her by now and after that) turn their attention to her. First one of the Skelebots turns his pulse rifle towards her, but Korra is aware of it. She’s been watching them also. She hasn’t been training for literally her whole life in combat for nothing. Her stance moves so she’s now facing the Skelebots, and her arms sweep back, and then up in front of her. And as she does, the Skelebot fires. Luckily, it doesn’t come close to hitting Korra. As she sweeps her arms up, the ground in front of her slides upwards impossibly, forming a shield in front of her. The pulse blast explodes against the upturned stone, and then Korra draws her arms back, the earth receding once more. But she’s not done. Seems like she’s never done. The rest of her body still in that rigid, powerful stance… she now draws one foot up, and then slams it against the ground as she lets out a loud&nbsp; “HAH!”&nbsp; Her foot hits the ground, and the ground under that Skelebot suddenly shoots upwards, sending it flying, easily 300 feet into the air. Now it was the Dog Boys turn to try. <br><br>5 of the Dog Boys now see her, and see her as a threat to their masters. As a group they start towards Korra, but she sees them coming. And instead of running or standing her ground, she sprints right towards them. She gets within 20 feet of them, and she bends her legs at the knees, her fists jamming downwards, and then she sweeps them upwards, moving outwards from her sides. The ground under her shoots upwards and at an angle, launching her right towards the oncoming Dog Boys. She does a graceful flip high in the air, and as she comes down (she is coming down awfully fast, isn’t she?) her fists thrust towards the group. By this time the Dog Boys figure she’s about to just come to them and be a snack, but of course Korra has other plans. From her fists and forearms massive pillars of flames explode downwards towards the Dog Boys, causing them to yelp and scatter as a group. And that little Firebending has also slowed Korra’s descent, luckily. Immediately she is in motion once she hits the ground, and she sends her foot right at the side of the head of the nearest Dog Boy, brilliant orange and red flames dancing around her extended foot. He falls, the fur along his face sizzling a little. 2 of the Dog Boys charge at her from her side, and in a fluid motion she turns to face them. Her stance moves from a Firebending duel stance to an Earthbending defense stance, rigid and powerful once more. Her upper body twists as she sweeps her arms upwards, one of her feet shifting towards the Dog Boys. The ground in front of them explodes upwards, a sudden 10 foot wall erected in front of them. Korra then thrusts a fist towards the wall, and it explodes towards the Dog Boys, it basically crumbling on top of them. Not enough to kill them (she hopes), but enough to take them out of the fight. <br><br>But as she moves, she can feel a certain energy in the air. Something wasn’t right, and she doesn’t know how she knows that.. she just does. Perhaps her extra sensory perceptions are detecting the unstable Rift energy, or perhaps the Spirits of this world are trying to tell her something. She can simply not hear them. That 5th Dog Boy is suddenly upon her, as her concentration had slipped for only a moment. She hears him way before she sees him, coming up behind her. He swipes his clawed blade at her, but she is suddenly not there. Her body has shifted to one side of his strike, of his whole body, moving fluidly and rapidly. Like water flowing down a mighty river. The Dog Boy follows her movements, trying to match her. She ducks or sidesteps each swipe of his very nasty looking claw, waiting for her opening. <br><br>Oh, and there it is!<br><br>She sees a break in his offense, and she is on him instantly. Her fists connect with his temple and nose in 3 rapid strikes, causing him to back pedal just a step or two. And Korra presses the offense. She spins around and kicks the Dog Boy right in the side, and then she moves back just a step from him and spins around a second time. But this time as she spins, a torrent of fire shoots forth from her heel. If you were standing back and seeing this, it would almost look like a miniature tornado made of pure fire. And that’s enough to convince the last Dog Boy to take off. <br><br>She spins on her heels then, moving into a Firebending defensive stance, her big blue eyes watching for other dangers. Or challenges, whichever. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes a little heavily, her long dark hair and blue Water Tribe gear swaying gently in the billowing winds around her. Her stance is a lower stance, her feet wide apart, her knees bent, one of her fists thrust out in front of her, the other held back and up above her head. Flames flicker and dance along her fists as she tries now to think about this.. about where the hell this is. And just what she has gotten into…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 08:03:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Cyclone-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen was taken completely by surprise by the ripping earth which picked him up and tossed him backwards end over end.&nbsp; His instincts kicked in and his cyclone armor transformed around him just before he landed flat on his back with a grimace. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;++You okay Captain?++ He heard Link’s voice ask with a twinge of amusement, but Owen was already up on his metal clad servo enhanced legs.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yeah.&nbsp; Keep up cover fire.” He ordered.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;++You sure Boss.&nbsp; She seems to be handling her own.++&nbsp; Max’s voice was interrupted by the sizzle of his Triax Ion Pulse Laser.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen looked up to watch the mezzmorizing dance of destruction Korra was weaving across the clearing scattering Skelebots and Dog Boys around like leaves on the wind, but the Coalition troops were already regrouping after the surprise assault.&nbsp; The girl wove around the bursts of gunfire, but they were slowly drawing the noose around her in a hail of overlapping fire.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Give the dead boys something to worry about.” He ordered sprinting forward sending chunks of churned earth up in his wake.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could see the girl starting to struggle as the earthen walls she was conjuring were torn apart under the concentrated fire of Coalition lasers.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Deadboy.jpg)</div>++Check that Spec Ops.++ He heard Marleena’s voice, but it held an tone he had never heard before.&nbsp; It was like she was speaking through clenched teeth.&nbsp; Pushing the concern out of his head to risked a glance towards the officer&nbsp; as he charged headlong towards the young woman under siege.&nbsp; The Special Forces office was drawing a bead on the girl who was fighting for her life.&nbsp; Owen leap forward boosters kicking in to clear the final distance between the two of them and and kneeled over the girl as the energy beam of the Coalition sniper&nbsp; rifle seared into the back of his Cyclone armor, the ablative armor reflected much of the weapons punch his HUD flashed red from the blow.&nbsp; More lasers pounded his armor where he crouched.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Stay down!” He yelled and the shoulder mounted doors flipped open to reveal two racks of missiles per bay.&nbsp; With a howling woooosh and cloud of smoke they streaked just over the coalition forces and struck the troop carrier and the control panel of the rift machine.&nbsp; A new howl from the unstable rift drowned out the sounds of gunfire.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Time to go.” He said picking up the young woman and unceremoniously throwing her over his bulky shoulder and kicking in his jump jets to carry them out over the tree tops and out of the clearing in one smooth bound.&nbsp; Owen hit the ground running.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Fall back point alpha.”&nbsp; He radioed, doing his best not to jostle the girl over his shoulder to death.&nbsp; Cyclones were not meant for such delicate work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 02:37:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8c/626939-korra_injured.png)</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> The recon team, the coalition members… the enemy.<br><hr> <br><br>Korra can feel herself starting to move more sluggishly. She had exerted to much energy in the initial attack upon the coalition, and she was already tired from the journey through the dimensional portal. And that’s the ‘X’ factor in this. She’s not like other beings… any other being. Her body is more connected to the universe than most, and that can make it delicate to such things. <br>Another Pooch comes at her, it’s large metallic claw swiping at her over and over. She deftly evades each of the attacks, and then counterattacks. She suddenly kicks it once in the chest, and then kicks it again with her other foot. But this time, a funnel of flame explodes forth from her extended foot, making the Dog Boy retreat, smoking coming from some of it’s fur. <br>She knows she’s starting to get surrounded. Korra doesn’t doubt herself all that much, but this time… she feels like she’s losing. Some of the Skelebots begin to close, and they start to fire at her. And her only defense is once more of the earth. She spins slowly, her right arm swept low. She raises that arm as she turns, and the ground around her lifts upwards in a wave motion, following the motion of her hands and her body. The pulse blasts collide with stone, causing them to burst apart around her. She breathes heavily, a fine sheen of sweat along her body now. She’s not sure what she needs to do now, her apparent fatigue now slowly clouding her mind. But then before she knows it, the Cyclone warrior is right there beside her. <br><br>She lets out a surprised cry as she turns towards him, her big blue eyes locking on his. Those eyes then narrow as she draws her hands back, and then they shift outwards from her sides. But her motion is interrupted by a burst of blaster fire impacting with that Cyclone armor. Despite herself, she drops to one knee, her arms coming up to cover herself as she closes her eyes tight. Owen fires the missiles away, and she lets out another startled cry with the sudden loud sound so close to her, mixed with the roar of the firing around her. It’s about then she feels his armored hands and arms wrapping around her, picking her up. She stares wide eyed at his helmet, now anger and indignation steaming from her. Her hands push on his forearms as she struggles, kicking and squirming in his grip as best she can. A sudden sharp breath is drawn in, and while still staring at his helmet, a burst of flame bursts forth from her very lips. It’s not enough to really damage his helmet, it’s not concentrated enough, but it might give him a surprise. <br><br>For all the good it does. <br><br>She grunts as she’s flung over his shoulder, still kicking and squirming with a renewed rage and energy. But then he starts to carry her away from the battle. Oh no! Is she being kidnapped, is that what all this was about?! But if that were true.. why did those others attack her, why did he shield her… From her vantage point (looking behind them), she sees a few more fire pulse blasts towards them. Acting on instinct, Owen might feel her shifting her weight, her body stiffening a moment as she lay draped across his shoulder. Her hands sweep outwards from her sides (as best as she can in the fairly confined space), and then outwards towards the area they came from. Owen would see on either side of his body 2 very large boulders suddenly rise from the ground, pulling themselves right out of the earth. Each boulder almost 5 feet in diameter. He would see them for a moment, and then they are ‘thrown’ behind them. The blaster fire (that might or might not have hit them, or had a chance to) impacts on the boulders. He would feel stones barrage against parts of his armor… but one of them hits Korra right in the head. She had no way to dodge the debris, nor did she have room to maneuver it away as she normally would. Her body is stiff as she Bends the earth, and then Owen might feel her form go limp. <br><br>She lay unconscious across his shoulder… but she is not harmed in any major way. A mix of exhaustion, the battle, the distress in her mind of just not knowing what is going on.. and something else. Something needed her conscious mind to be shut off, for it is her conscious mind that is blocking her from communing with <em>them</em>. She won’t remember much (if any) of what happens next when she wakes up.. but it has to happen. <br><br>She is in darkness… for as far as the eye can see. In her unconscious mind (in her heart) she calls out for help. She calls to Tenzin.. her Airbender teacher (though she has yet to actually Airbend) and son of her previous incarnation. She calls out to her parents… she calls to Naga to help her… she screams desperately for anyone, she even yells for Mako. But her cries for help go unheeded. She then sees something in the darkness.. something stirring. Shapeless forms are suddenly dancing all around her, though she can’t see any of them clearly. They are naught but shadows, and she doesn’t have the light of the heart to perceive them. Yet. She tries to reach out to them… and then she hears whispered echoes from all around her. <br><br>~~….balance…~~<br><br>~~… all the worlds…~~<br><br>~~…wonders…~~<br><br>~~…kill…~~<br><br>She shakes her head desperately, and cries out in a voice of anguish. ~~I don’t understand!~~&nbsp; Now she can feel tears streaming down her cheeks, and she drops to her knees in that darkness. She wraps her arms around herself as she cries softly… and then a flash of color blurs in front of her. Her eyes widen as she tries to get a fix on it… and while she can’t exactly see what (or who) it is, there is someone she is reminded of immediately. &nbsp; ~~Tenzin please help me! Please!~~&nbsp; She calls out in frustration… but the blur of oranges, reds and yellows are gone. It wasn’t Tenzin, but someone much closer to her.. <br>She wakes suddenly, startled. She is still draped over Owen’s armored shoulder, a small trickle of blood trickling down her forehead. Her hands come up, and she tries to brace herself better there on his shoulder, her ribs now starting to ache a little… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 22:01:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Cyclone-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Agility boosted by the cyclone armor allowed Owen to race through the incoming fire avoiding most of the damage.&nbsp; Owen’s HUD display lit up like a Christmas tree as the gigantic boulders ripped themselves from the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Holy Hell!” He exclaimed not knowing if they were meant for he and his rescuee. Just as Korra flung the boulders behind them he leapt into the air on booster powered legs.&nbsp; He could feel the splintering rocks patter against his armor and the form on his shoulder suddenly to limp.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Damn, it.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He didn’t know is she was hurt, dead or unconscious and he didn’t have time to find out.&nbsp; He cleared a copse of trees and kicked up more dirt before a large explosion ripped of the forest behind him.&nbsp; The rift machine had gone nova. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sorry kid, looks like you’re not going home.” He said through teeth clenched against the pain.<br><br>...<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once Owen was certain they were clear of any danger he gently lay the girl down in a grassy clearing and stepped back to transform his Cyclone back into its motorcycle form so that he could see to her wounds.&nbsp; Thankfully she was breathing and he gave a sigh of relief.&nbsp; Owen brushed dark blood matted hair from her face.&nbsp; Her complexion was a deep coffee in color, smooth and unblemished with a heart shaped face.&nbsp; She was beautiful and from what he had scene deadly.&nbsp; The girl was dressed primitively in some kind of cloth trimmed with a fur he did not recognize.&nbsp; Other than the head wound she looked unharmed.&nbsp; He quickly set about cleaning and bandaging her wound.&nbsp; Owen would not be able to sling her over the motorcycle so he donned his Cyclone once again and gently picked her up to continue their trek.<br><br>…<br><br>They had been travelling for the better part of an hour.&nbsp; The pain in Owen’s shoulder was slowing sapping his strength.&nbsp; The sniper rifle’s beam had punched through the armor and scorned his shoulder.&nbsp; There was no blood, the heat from the beam had seen to that, but damn it hurt.&nbsp; &nbsp;He felt the girl began to stir on his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Whow, there.&nbsp; Let me put you down okay?”&nbsp; He said doing his best to gently set her down before once again transforming out of the armor and into the cycle.&nbsp; The visor on his helmet rose to reveal Owens features.&nbsp; His dark hair too was matted to his forehead, but his was from sweat and not blood.&nbsp; His strong handsome features were etched with pain from his wound and from exertion.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I think I need to sit for a minute.” He said feeling slightly woosey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 05:15:43</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Korrava002.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>As Owen cared for her, she was only aware of flash images of the world around her. She saw some kind of metal giant carrying her away. Forest… trees… a bird, she thinks she might have seen. But her unconscious mind was uneasy the whole time. What had those awful nightmares been about? What is going on here, and where was she? <br><br>With a soft groan she does indeed start to stir as Owen carries her, her mind starting to come back to reality slowly. She vaguely hears Owen speak as she is laid down upon the soft ground, the cool grass feeling good under her body. She shifts a little as she lays there, and then her eyes flutter open slowly. She squints for a moment or so as the light filtering down through trees put strain upon her ocean blue eyes, but eventually her world comes into focus once more. And it scares the hell out of her. <br><br>She catches sight of Owen almost immediately in his armor, and her eyes widen in shock. Immediately she rolls onto her stomach and hops to her feet. She starts to move into an attack stance, but it’s about then the forest starts to spin.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Whoooah”&nbsp; &nbsp;she utters as she stumbles back, and then she drops to her knees once more, her left hand propping herself up on the grass, her right hand moving to her head.&nbsp; “Ow.. ow..”&nbsp; she whimpers softly. Someone hit her with a brick or something.. that must be what happened. But at least someone seems to have bandaged her up, that was nice of them. Still holding her head as the dizziness fades, her eyes move to Owen once more. There’s.. a man inside of that machine. Like those walking tank things, mechanical monsters that she has been fighting for weeks now.&nbsp; <br><br>But her trained eyes move towards his shoulder, recognizing damage or an injury there. If that’s some kind of suit, it looks like he was hurt. And slowly it comes back to her. How he sheltered her against the blaster fire, how he had taken shots that were meant for her. Her eyes narrow a little as she stares at the wounded area of his shoulder, and then back to his eyes she looks as she speaks in a firm, annoyed tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Okay.. just <em>what</em> are you? Where the hell am I? I don’t know what you think you can accomplish, but if you take me back to Republic City <em>now</em> then I won’t have to bust your chops.” <br><br>Despite her bravado, she can’t help feel bad for him. Whatever he is. He’s hurt, obviously. And judging by his features… his very attractive features… it’s putting quite the strain on him. She knows she could probably heal him, but she doesn’t know if she’d just be helping the enemy or not. <br><br>She’s so confused. <br><br>“You did save me back there, so since you did.. I’ll at least heal your injury.”&nbsp; She says, nodding her head towards his shoulder as she still sits there on her knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I mean.. you’d have to take that.. whatever it is.. off so I could get to it and all.”&nbsp; &nbsp; Ah, she’s so clever. He’s in pain, and she offers to help. But to do that, he would have to lower his defenses. Giving her the advantage. Her offer to heal him is genuine, the part about losing his armor is just the icing on the cake. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 08:31:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Cyclone-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The small clearing was light brightly by the afternoon sun.&nbsp; Setting her down unleashed a speckled cloud of springtime pollen into the air that swirled and played in the warm breeze.&nbsp; As the girl stirred she could not help but to feel for her.&nbsp; The explosion had surely closed the rift that she had been pulled through and in all likely hood she wasn’t going back home.&nbsp; He knew that feeling.&nbsp; It had been three years since Owen had crossed from his Earth to this one.&nbsp; The pain and loss still fresh.&nbsp; His family, his friends, his dearest Izumi all gone, never knowing what had happened, never knowing he was okay, but unable to get home to them.&nbsp; This girl would feel that pain, that loss.&nbsp; He slumped only a log at the edge of the clearing watching the girl stir...then…roll…then hop to her feet only to wobble and clutch at her head.&nbsp; She was a fighter that much was for sure.&nbsp; It would hopefully server her well with the big bomb of crap he was going to have to drop on her.&nbsp; He raised his arms up wide holding them palm out indicating he meant her no harm.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Take it easy.&nbsp; You took a good shot to the head.” He said trying to sound calm as she barraged him with questions.&nbsp; “Whoa, slow down.”&nbsp; The act of raising his arms sent a whole new wave of pain alone his shoulder and down his back.&nbsp; “I’m just going to take off my helmet so don’t go throwing any of those balls of fire or large rocks, okay.”&nbsp; Yeah he was ignoring her questions.&nbsp; He had heard the lot of them before from others, but even out here away from the Coalition didn’t mean they were safe.&nbsp; Her questions could wait and questions where something Commander Hiro was going to have a lot of when they returned to New Memphis.&nbsp; Of course this young lady didn’t look like she was the kind of girl that liked waiting.&nbsp; He gave her a quick once over. She had been trained to fight.&nbsp; The way she sprang to a defensive stance resting lightly on the balls of her feet.&nbsp; Her muscles tense and ready like a predatory feline about to pounce.&nbsp; The way she had glided around blaster fire and dispatched a number of coalition troops had more than proven the girl as a threat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Well, guess will just have to learn.’&nbsp; He thought lifting his helmet off with a wince of pain clouding his hazel eyes.&nbsp; He ran a gloved hand through dark sweet matted locks.&nbsp; His hair had gotten long and a little shaggy.&nbsp; Owen could be a workaholic sometimes.&nbsp; He found it kept him away from drinking when thoughts drifted to home, or what used to be home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m Captain Owen Shade, Recon Squad Bravo out of New Memphis.” Yeah he knew that wasn’t going to mean a damn thing to her.&nbsp; “As to where the hell you are?&nbsp; Short answer, Memphis Rift Zone, the long answer is going to have to wait until we can get somewhere safe.&nbsp; We are going to meet up with the rest of my Squad who should be about&nbsp; 5 klicks from here then we can get you to New Memphis.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Owen gave her a smirk.&nbsp; “Trying to get me out of my clothes already?&nbsp; I know I just saved your life and you are grateful and all, but I don’t think this is the time or the place for that.”&nbsp; He did however reach up to undo the latched on the chest piece of his Cyclone armor and pulled the piece off with some effort.&nbsp; If he felt threatened by her he certainly wasn’t showing it.&nbsp; The wound was red and angry and looked like a high intensity burn which was what it was.&nbsp; His skin was charred and blistering and the effort to remove the armor made little motes of light dance across his vision like fireflies floating around Korra’s heart shaped face.&nbsp; He was struck once again by her fierce beauty until the pain set in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 02:51:48</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“That’s not.. why I said that… Captain..”&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“This place is rich with green… has to be something close… way close…”&nbsp; &nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>“I thought.. you were with the Equalists. Along with those.. lanky mechanical men skull things.”&nbsp; &nbsp;*Korra Translation= Skelebots.&nbsp; &nbsp;She keeps her tone strong and even, not wanting to give an inch of weakness to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; “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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“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.”&nbsp; <br><br>She pauses as she stares at him, and she does her best to keep sadness from her features.&nbsp; &nbsp;“My name is Korra, daughter of Tonraq and Senna of the Southern Water Tribe.”&nbsp; She then turns once more to face the hole she had made in the ground, still speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but it’s really not. Not under these circumstances.”&nbsp; &nbsp; 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.”&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; “I need to know how to get home, Captain. My world needs me, it’s needs the Avatar.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The water still flowing around her, it almost resembles a snake made of liquid coiling around her rhythmically, continuously moving.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 05:57:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Shade-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen felt a little guilty, he should have known his attempt at humor was a bad one and when the girl turned away he silently kicked himself.&nbsp; “Listen, I was just joking.&nbsp; I…I apologize.” He offered listening to the young woman try to sort out what had happened to her.&nbsp; He didn’t catch everything she was saying.&nbsp; He had no idea what was close, but he did listen though the pain in his hard was making it harder than he had thought it would.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen had no idea who or what an Equalist might be, but apparently it had something to do with the Coalition, or maybe linked with the Coalition.&nbsp; He was still very unclear what they had stumbled into this morning and was trying to piece together the events.&nbsp; Perhaps this brave, young woman could help more than just tend his wound.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I was just doing my job Miss.” He said though by all rights his job was only to observe and not get involved, so it had been a little outside of his job description.&nbsp; It was a discussion he was sure would be waiting for him with the Commander back in New Memphis.&nbsp; “And you are welcome,” he added as she continued.&nbsp; He watched sharp motion of her arms and starts as the sound of the earth ripping under her.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to unfetter himself of his armor so quickly.&nbsp; This girl had power than some of the more powerful Ley Line Walkers he had heard of.&nbsp; He tensed for a moment before she turned towards him and introduced herself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Avatar.&nbsp; The word meant nothing to him.&nbsp; But it was clear that the girl was someone of importance in her world.&nbsp; Maybe she was important in her own mind, but he thought not.&nbsp; She had power and training.&nbsp; She was young and dressed primitively, but she had training.&nbsp; That much was obvious.&nbsp; Owen had been here long enough to know that he didn’t know much about what Bob called the multiverse.&nbsp; It was quite possible Avatar was a military term or a term of nobility in this girl’s world.&nbsp; If he expected her to respect his rank he could do at least as much as to respect hers. Unless she caused too much trouble of course.&nbsp; Owen watched smooth and graceful movements of her arms as she drew the serpentine water around her body holding aloft by will alone apparently.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I am sorry Avatar Korra.&nbsp; I do not know how to get you home.&nbsp; I was stranded here years ago and have found no way back to my own Earth.&nbsp; I cannot take you home.” Owen said with a pain in his eyes that carried a weight his words could never convey. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 03:48:54</strong>
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				<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 doesn’t really even glance at him as he apologizes to her for the joke. It was just.. awkward for her. She hadn’t really been exposed to a male’s humor as much. Her whole life has been sort of sheltered. It’s not that she’s not well adjusted, she doesn’t have as much experience in some things as others might have. Sure she’s trained with fine looking men her whole life, that’s part of the reason she handles herself so well in battle. And in standing up for herself. But for men making those sorts of jokes towards her… it’s not exactly territory she knows really well. There was Jakku… but that’s a long story…<br><br>Owen might notice that Korra is constantly moving her hands and arms, even subtly so, to keep the water under the control of her will. It’s as if the water is dancing wither her motions. When Owen addresses her as ‘Avatar Korra’, she does give him a brief sideways glance. For a moment, she thinks she should correct him. Well yes, she <em>is</em> the Avatar… but she hasn’t yet completed her training as such. She has yet to connect to her spiritual self, or to even Airbend. The one block she can’t seem to overcome, no matter how much she tries to fight it. She simply can’t. And she has been told numerous times the two are connected, her spirituality and Airbending. Tenzin insists that once she connects with the spiritual aspect of being the Avatar, her Airbending block will be easy to overcome. She needs to prove Tenzin right on that. To be the proper Avatar, she needs to Airbend. <br><br>Her head bows down a little as Owen speaks, as he tells her of his own plight. She brings a water encased hand to her head, and for the briefest of moments the water seems to glow. Slowly then she turns, her hands and arms still swaying slowly and rhythmically. She strides towards him, not making eye contact with him as she speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Well I’m sorry to hear that, but I <em>have</em> to get home. Amon and the Equalists are out of control, and I need to take him down.”&nbsp; For a brief moment her tone is one of anger, especially when she mentions Amon. As she walks towards him, most of the water has fallen away from her, leaving only her hands encased in liquid. She stops just in front of him as she speaks once more, a frown on her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Just relax.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hands then come up to his shoulder, and almost immediately the water encasing her hands begins to glow a gentle blue hue. Owen would feel the soothing effects of the healing forces at work, sending calming warmth into the whole of his shoulder. His would slowly begins to heal itself as she works, keeping her eyes on it. The gentle warmth would cascade all along his body, helping him to feel more relaxed, at ease. <br><br>“Maybe I could get that machine thing working or something. I mean it’s what brought me here, right? The Equalists probably have another one somewhere. I just beat the crap out of them and take it. Simple.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She says with a confident nod. She then looks towards him out of the corner of her eyes with a smirk on her lips.&nbsp; “And since I’m the Avatar and I save the world and people and all, maybe I’ll even be able to get you home. I’m kinda destined for that line of work, ya know.”&nbsp; She almost sounds like she's bragging. As if she wants to convey to him just how important she is. As if someplace deep in her, she feels the need to validate herself to him.&nbsp; She then looks back to his shoulder, focusing on the healing session. It isn’t something that takes the totality of her concentration, as it does for most Water Tribe healers. After all, the best healer in the world trained her for years on end. That kind of experience is pretty unprecedented. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 01:53:59</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Shade-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He felt bad for the girl. There was no going home.&nbsp; Yes there were some stable rifts that lead to other dimensions, but those were locked, always going to the same place.&nbsp; Random rifts were impossible to predict and rarely led to the same place or even the same time.&nbsp; He remembered the denial, it would take some time to pass, maybe more for someone so young.&nbsp; I don’t know who the Equalists are Korra, but that was Coalition tech, though unlike any I have scene and it’s gone.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen’s instinct was to pull away for the exotic and attractive girl, water swirling around her hands.&nbsp; He didn’t trust magic.&nbsp; He had seen how the magocracies of the Federation of Magic could treat people that did not share their gift and he wanted no part of it.&nbsp; New Memphis played a dangerous game with both the Federation and the Coalition playing their representatives against one another to maintain their annonimity.&nbsp; Neither government wished to risk losing the resources New Memphis to the other so an attack would be costly in resources and would ensure their rival would rush to support New Memphis in hopes of picking up the pieces. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His instinct was to pull away but he didn’t.&nbsp; The water felt cool and soothing and he closed his eyes for a moment as it washed the pain away.&nbsp; The heated blistering of the las burn dissipated under the balm of Korra’s water.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Thank you.” He said probing the wound with his hand when she took the water away.&nbsp; There was no sign of damage.&nbsp; It hadn’t felt the way he would have thought magic to feel.&nbsp; He expected something unnatural like insects crawling across his flesh or an itch just under the skin.&nbsp; Korra’s felt like a warm embrace, cool kisses on a sunburned skin.&nbsp; Of course the thought of the girl kissing sunburned skin was one that Owen pushed aside quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘She’s just a girl, scared and overconfident from the looks of her.’</em> He thought, but the sensation and image would not fade for some time.&nbsp; Owen should his head as she spoke, he had been right about the overconfidence.&nbsp; He admired her passion, but the sooner she realized that she wasn’t going home the better.&nbsp; “Machine’s gone.” He said standing to fit the chest plate of his power armor over his shoulders again.&nbsp; “First thing we are going to do is find the rest of my unit, then I am going to take you to New Memphis.&nbsp; You can figure out what you want to do from there.” He said in a voice that was clearly used to being followed.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 04:23:58</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Sorry, Captain. I’ve got a plan of my own.”&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“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.”&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 21:31:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Shade-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taking his eyes off of Korra to finish placing the plastisteel armor in place had apparently been a bad idea.&nbsp; Owen wasn’t even sure what had exactly just happened but found himself encased in a cold block of ice.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Hey!&nbsp; What the…” His words were cut off by the realization that the attractive young woman he had rescues was trying to steal his Cyclone!&nbsp; “Damn it!” Owen was a sucker for a damsel in distress and now look where it had gotten him.&nbsp; “Korra!” He yelled as she saddled up to the bike and started to poke at it.&nbsp; “No..No..not that one!” He yelled as her finger depressed the firing mechanism on the VR-041.&nbsp; A hatch sprung open triggering a single missile fire.&nbsp; The hiss of igniting rocket fuel filled the clearing followed by the dull thud of ignition.&nbsp; The missile detonating on a nearby tree sending shards of fragmenting wood about the clearing and annihilating it’s truck about four feet from the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh no.” Owen said watching the large tree seemingly jump out of the ground and teeter on its shattered base.&nbsp; Slowly, ever so slowly he watched in helpless awe as the tree tipped towards him unable to move for the block of ice surrounding him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 02:07:25</strong>
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				<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>The young girl ignores Owen’s warnings about his bike. She’s smart enough to figure this out, right? It’s not like it’s some kind of magic machine that suddenly makes Owen taller and tougher by wrapping itself around him, right? She’s randomly poking buttons in the hopes of finding the one that starts the device, and she’s suddenly very proud as she thinks she had found it. <br><br>She depresses a particular button. “No…No…not that one!”&nbsp; &nbsp;she hears him yell, but she still ignores him, focusing on the task at hand. She hears and feels the machine coming to life… well a little bit. One of her brows perks up as she leans towards one side, seeing the hatch open.&nbsp; &nbsp;“How does that make it go?”&nbsp; &nbsp;she says in a soft, quizzical tone. It’s about then that the rocket explodes from inside of the hatch, causing Korra to cry out in surprise as she pushes herself off of the bike. She topples off of the back of the bike, landing hard on her back in the grass. She hears the immense explosion, causing her ears to ring a little. As she hears the explosion (and feels the pressure wave of the impact), her knees draw up and her arms come up to cover her head in protection. <br><br>Korra then hears Owen’s exclamation of doom, and she opens her eyes, peering around the side of the Cyclone… seeing the tree start to wobble. Uh oh… it was some kind of… torpedo or something… The tree breaks apart at it’s base, and it starts to slowly fall with the sound of wood retching&nbsp; against itself. Still in kind of a curled up position her eyes dart to Owen in his trapped ice, and then the tree, and then back to Owen as she gasps. Her body uncurls from it’s protective stance and she bounds to her feet, her open hands extending towards Owen. Her feet take a wide stance, and her whole upper body sweeps towards the opposite side of the Cyclone as the tree starts to fall. Owen would feel himself lurch to one side abruptly, and then his ice prison slides along the ground and passed the Cyclone, sliding him out of danger’s path. Korra manipulates the ice to move, and since he is trapped in the ice, he moves also. But she’s not quite done. The tree is almost down… and it’s a very large tree. She’s not 100% it’ll stay clear of the Cyclone.. and her.. so she once more must act. She darts out from behind the Cyclone and now stands in front of it, glaring up at the tree as it falls almost right towards her. Her feet take a wide stance and her upper body crouches slightly, her knees wide apart. Her hands come up her sides, her palms held upwards at shoulder height. It almost looks like she’s carrying some invisible and very heavy weight upon her shoulders. The stance itself called ‘Cornered Fierce Tiger Fights Back’. Her head bows down a little and she lifts her right foot up a little, and then slams it into the ground as her hands thrust up towards the tree.<br><br>And with her movements, the ground on either side of her body shoots upwards towards the tree in a triangle shape. Korra grits her teeth as she uses the earth itself to hold the tree at bay, the strain evident on her young features. One of her hands draws back, and then forward again she thrusts it upwards. The earth on that side of her body extends moreso, pushing the fallen tree down along the earthen ramp she had erected over herself and the Cyclone, causing the tree to slam into the grass, well clear of herself and Owen’s mecha. She lets out a huff of exertion as she draws her hands down and relaxes her stance, looking around slowly to make sure nothing else is going to fall out of the sky at her or the bike. Her gaze then moves to Owen as she frowns deeply… feeling like something of an ass. <br><br>“Okay… fine…”&nbsp; she mumbles as she moves towards him. Her hands thrust out at him, and then she draws her hands apart in a snapping motion. The ice instantly turns to water once more, and then flings itself away from his body, turning into a fine vapor mist as it does. She stands about a foot away from him, but she doesn’t offer him a helping hand up or anything. She stands there with her hands on her hips, almost looking like a pouting child that just doesn’t want to be there or saying what she is saying.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>”Maybe</em> I do need you, Captain. Almost killing us in the first 3 seconds of my plan points to that. So take me to New Mumford or whatever so I can figure something out..”&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn’t intentionally call it Mumford, she just forgot the actual name. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 04:07:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Shade-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen wasn’t sure what happened really.&nbsp; One moment he was watching what was surely his demise by 100 year old Cypress, the next he was sliding along the ground and the tree was crashing thunderously nearby.&nbsp; His eyes were wide and he looked with stunned silence at the leafy death trap.&nbsp; He heard someone talking but he wasn’t really paying attention until her felt his body come free of the ice.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen looked from the tree to Korra and back to the tree as she approached him.&nbsp; He wouldn’t have seen a hand offered if it had been.&nbsp; He dusted himself off and stood as she mumbled the name of the city he now called home incorrectly.&nbsp; Owen reached out a hand.&nbsp; It seemed an offer of condolence or sympathy as he gently took her hand…until his other hand wiped around and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and with a swipe of his leg he kicked Korra’s legs out from under her.&nbsp; She wasn’t the only one who knew martial arts.&nbsp; He was amazingly fast even in his suit of armor and a second set of shackles flashed in the afternoon sun clamping around her ankles. He had seen her work her magic.&nbsp; It looked to depend on rote movements to focus.&nbsp; Cut off the focus, hopefully you cut off the magic.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He stood a look of anger mixed with embarrassment on his face.&nbsp; “You are a spoiled, destructive girl.” Owen said in frustration as he sat down on the trunk of the fallen tree.&nbsp; “Right now you are going to do as you’re told and if you so much as try to cast another spell I will gag and blindfold you or shoot you.&nbsp; I am not sure which at the moment.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Owen was livid at Korra’s complete disregard for safety.&nbsp; Inside he know she was scared and alone and confused, but she had also displayed how dangerous and impetuous she was.&nbsp; In the magic zone that kind of thing could attract the wrong kind of attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 02:08:03</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp;Korra’s hand moves along the forest as Owen seems to be gathering himself. Her mind kind of drifts a moment, half wondering if any of those.. things… were going to find them. She had been making quite a racket, after all. She would never admit it, but given how tired she is at the moment, she’s not 100% sure she could fight them off again if they were to ambush them. So what happens next is something of a blur. <br><br>A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she suddenly feels pressure upon her wrists… and metal? Her wide eyes look down to see she’s been caught in some kind shackles… and then she yelps as her feet are suddenly taken out from under her. With a grunt she lands on her back, tugging fervently at the handcuffs. Her face almost grows a shade of red she’s so angry, and so upset. And a bit embarrassed. She tries to backvault to her feet, but she just can’t get the needed momentum. She wriggles around on the ground there, her hands and feet in the air as she tugs angrily at the restraints, her eyes wide. <br><br>She then looks up to him as he speaks, and now she feels even more indignant! Who the hell does he think he is, calling her a spoiled destructive girl!? Well the destructive part she kind of likes… but spoiled!? He doesn’t even know her!&nbsp; &nbsp;“Who… who do you.. think you are! I’m the Avatar! You can’t keep me like this!”&nbsp; &nbsp;She cries out loudly as she continues to struggle there in the grass. She rolls onto her side with some effort, and then gets to her hands and knees with A LOT of effort. She tries to get up, but only manages to fall on her stomach, her arms stretched out above her head. She looks up at him angrily as she speaks again, her chin in the grass.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Let me go right now! I mean it!”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 22:51:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Shade-Avi.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Owen Shade<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 22nd<br><strong>Time of Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Memphis Rift Zone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korra<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;New Memphis was a hodge-podge of architecture, most of it human, some not.&nbsp; It was known by another name at one point, but only the town historians and old timers remember what it was.&nbsp; It is a bustling city of about 50,000 strong with a transient population of another 5-10 thousand depending on time of year, Coalition and Federation relations and Rift conditions between cities of the magic zone.&nbsp; &nbsp;While there was a strong D-bee (Dimensional being) presence in the city the majority of the population was human or human like. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;New Memphis was built in a wheel pattern centered around an old Stadium complex.&nbsp; In fact the campus at the center of town had previously been a University in another life.&nbsp; Many of the buildings had been repurposed for use by the City-State to house government offices, a hospital, lab and barracks.&nbsp; The Stadium was used for entertainment and the grand market held twice a year. In front of the stadium rests an enormous mechanical dragon that appears to be in slumber.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen and his squad were allowed through the city’s defensive perimeter without hassle.&nbsp; He gave a friendly nod to the soldiers on duty and they were promptly waved through.&nbsp; He pulled up next to Max who drove the only vehicle able to easily hold their bundled up captive an old pickup that Max was able to bring back from the dead a countless number of times.&nbsp; Thankfully he hadn’t had to gag her for long and apparently the ride had been boring enough that the young woman had fallen asleep her head tipped to the side against the padding of the headrest.&nbsp; Her face looked almost peaceful.&nbsp; It was soft and smooth with little of the worry lines that people got as they got older.&nbsp; He thought she couldn’t be more than 18 years of age or so and already a fighter.&nbsp; She would be a value to New Memphis if she wasn’t such a hot head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“We taking her to the stocks?” Max asked, a hint of concern in his voice.&nbsp; Apparently the girl hadn’t give him nearly the trouble as she had Owen.&nbsp; Owen shook his head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“No, let’s take her to the barracks. Commander Kitiyama may want to speak with her and we have enough rooms that she can bunk there until she decides where she wants to go.” Owen decided.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Roger Captain.&nbsp; Squads going to the Donnely’s once we get our settled.&nbsp; You coming?”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“After I get my report in.” He answered.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Max knew that was a definite maybe with it came to the Captain and gave him a nod.&nbsp; “Everyone needs a little relaxation Captain.&nbsp; Even you.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Owen nodded and lowered his visor driving forward to lead the way towards the barracks at the center of town.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rifts: Legend of Korra (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 02:37:16</strong>
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				<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&nbsp; 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..”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “This… this is where you live? It’s so big…”&nbsp; &nbsp;she shakes her head unbelieving, and sits back a little in her seat as she frowns to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I mean.. Republic City is bigger.. the place I defend..”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &nbsp;“There aren’t any normal people here, like nonBenders or anything?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Yeah, Korra isn’t great with tact. She wrinkles her nose as she stares up at Max, and then adds.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I mean, people who look normal.”&nbsp; Okay, that didn’t help. She blinks as she looks away from him, trying to think of a better way to put that.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I mean… hm..”&nbsp; &nbsp;she looks away from Max, trying to solve this little dilemma in her head. <br>
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