Want to go for a spin?

Asami Sato, daughter of Hiroshi Sato, inventor of the Satomobile. Pleased to make your acquaintance! Currently, I'm attending Spica Academy; it has some great resources for my projects.

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Now it’s time to go…

[viivus]

Somehow I thought drawing Green Lantern Asami Sato would be a great idea.

Help I’ve lost control of my life

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A Problem With Hormones

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In the back of his mind, Mako was distantly aware that class had let out, and students were milling about the sidewalks, driving in their cars, ready to get home and get a head start on their weekends. The honking of horns, shouts, and snippets of conversations and laughter all carried through the chilled air. Mako ignored all these things, mind focused on the task at hand, which was getting out of there and within the privacy of his shared apartment with his younger brother as soon as possible. On foot, it’d take him around fifteen minutes give or take, but if he picked up the pace he should be able to cut that down in half. Mako’s scarf billowed around him, the crisp gusts of wind nipping at his still red-cheeked face. The male youth flickered a glance over his shoulder, worried that she was still on his tail and wasn’t letting up. Mako would rather run himself into exhaustion before being caught talking to that girl face to face again. 

He could live without humiliating himself like that twice in a row.

Just Mako’s luck…He didn’t see her anywhere. She’d probably written him off as a whack job and driven clear off campus already. Just as Mako thought he may be able to duck into a nearby tea shop to be on the safe side, he turned his head to face forward again and gawked. Vertigo nearly overcame Mako, and there was a prolonged moment in time where he remained staring at the same he was running from completely and utterly enthralled. Mako knew he shouted something unintelligible out of shock due to having to catch himself from tripping over himself and colliding into her, but the thing was, he couldn’t remember what escaped his lips, or even what he was thinking, since he was too preoccupied with fixedly staring at her. 

In slow motion, he watched as she took off her goggles and helmet. Her hair alone was enough to capture his attention. Thick, luxurious raven-black tresses were wind tosssed as she flicked her head, silken waves and styled curls that swung around and framed her pale, pretty face all falling so perfectly. It was long, it was soft looking, it was…Wow. Beneath the concealing goggles, just as he predicted, she was stunning. Her eyes were pure green. The color fascinated him, light jade with flecks of darker emerald shimmering brilliantly. She was a teenaged girl with the face of a model and the lilting, melodic voice of an angel.

“Hey, are you okay? I am so sorry - you’re not injured, are you?” 

He should be saying something. He shouldn’t be so caught up in staring at her. But the shock of her suddenly appearing in front of him and actually having the nerve to follow after him, especially despite Mako taking off like a crazy person, and talking to him so calmly and normally was breath stopping. He’d seen girls, plenty of girls in his life that were attractive, but this girl was easily one of the most visually mesmerizing he’d ever laid eyes on. Her beauty was a classic one, complete with complimentary make-up and lengthy, flowing locks that looked soft to the touch no matter what…And she was talking to him. She was talking to Mako. Why? She had to be messing with him; she couldn’t really be that nice to be sincerely worried about his well-being, could she? His mind was buzzing. His heart was thrumming against his ribs. Usually, always, Mako knew what to do or how to bounce back from a situation and recollect his cool composure. This was one of those few instances in his life he was failing to do so, however, and he didn’t know what to think about that except he was still staring at her and he really needed to force out a word, a sentence, anything just as long as he wasn’t continuing to be caught up in feeling like this and staring like some sort of creep —

“U-Uh…I…I…I…just um…”

Really, Mako? Again with the failure of grasping basic talking skills and stuttering? I’m too old for this. At least, though, the wind was calming down. Blinking, lifting his head to acknowledge her and regaining himself, Mako parted his lips start to speak again, attempting to summon a more firm tone of voice. Clearing his throat, Mako assured, “Nah — ” And then a powerful gust of wind somehow caused his scarf to swirl rapidly upwards and lash him in the face. Ugh. He thrust a hand upwards to grab at the fluttering piece of clothing and keep it from doing so again by wrapping it back around his neck, this time more securely. The agitation it caused to spike inside of Mako fizzled out when he was returning his attention to the female standing in front of him. 

“Nah, I’m fine. Trust me. I’ve felt worse just from messing around with my brother.” Yeah, he really had, and that wasn’t an understatement or him trying to appease her either. Standing up to his full height, Mako scratched the back of his head sheepishly, thinking about how impressed he was that she not only beat him on her moped, but drove through the traffic, clearly parked somewhere and then ran out to the sidewalk, all just to cut him off. He wasn’t used to anyone showing concern like this for him, especially outside of his rather nonexistent inner circle; basically, which comprised of Bolin and recently in another incident another girl whose name he still didn’t know… Mako smiled at her, mouth quirked with contained shyness, face still tinged with color. “You don’t gotta worry about me, uh…” Right, he had no idea what her name was.

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It wasn't uncommon for Asami to encounter someone who seemed too distracted by her appearance to hold a conversation with her. Often, the high school boys at Spica seemed to have this reaction in the rare moment that she spoke to one. Asami always spent a lot of time on her appearance, making sure every hair was in place and every line of her makeup exact. She did this not because she enjoyed reactions like these, but simply because she enjoyed looking her best. Makeup was as much a hobby for her as motors.

Strangely, however, she found herself enjoying this boy's reaction in particular. Every time he spoke, he stumbled over his words, he seemed to be turning red in the cheeks despite the frosty air outside, and even his frayed scarf seemed to foil his best efforts to speak. His hair was completely mussed (her own fault, no doubt), and he seemed a bit dusty (also her fault). Somehow, all of this flustered behavior and rough appearance made him all the more endearing. If she hadn't just hit him with a motor vehicle, she might have laughed and maybe even fix his scarf and hair for him.

“Nah, I’m fine. Trust me. I’ve felt worse just from messing around with my brother.”

Thank goodness; not only was he undamaged, he seemed hardly even concerned that she'd nearly run him over. All her previous worries about her father's business vanished. However, that did not fix the guilt she felt from running the poor boy over.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she said truthfully, breathing a bit more easily. "My name's Asami, by the way." She hastily extended a gloved hand to formally introduce herself, completely forgetting her manners in her rush to find him. "I am so sorry about this. Let me make it up to you! Come to dinner with me at L’Osier."  It was the first restaurant that came to mind, one she'd been to before with her father. It was quite expensive, but it was the best French food she could think of, located in Shinjuku.

"Let me give you a ride home as well!" she added quickly, gesturing to her moped. She'd realized it may not have been entirely appropriate to ask the boy on a date after nearly mowing him down in the parking lot. At least if he didn't want to have dinner with her, she could give him a ride wherever he'd been running so quickly.

[aabsolutum]

“My name’s Asami. Let me make this up to you somehow.”

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In Need of Directions

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Seeing the new girl flash the other students a glare really did help him regain his confidence. Not only was this female pretty, but she definitely knew how to handle herself. That was one trait he could find attractive in the opposite gender. Idly, he wondered what Mako might think. Maybe, if he managed to place everything out, he could get the two to meet today. While he had only come to pass off some information that the apartment owner would be doing an inspection later in the day, maybe he could get his older brother a date. After all, if life was calm enough to afford them with some free time, why not hook his brother up with a girl like the one standing in front of him.

“Don’t worry about them, okay? Most of them can barely tie their own shoes; without their parents’ money, they’d hardly be making it through public school.”

Such a comment easily made the teen laugh as he thought just how true it was. Most of the boys here could act tough, but few if any would actually survive a day on the streets without their money. To live poor meant knowing where food was thrown out. It meant quick feet and precise fingers. Running wasn’t worth much if you couldn’t climb a drain pipe or a run-down wall. Escaping street vendors was the mild part of living. It was the cops who beat a person, child or adult, if you got too closer to richer areas or if they were just bored. Then, there were the local street gangs. If you didn’t join them, you were against them and that meant death. None of these spoiled teens could handle such a lifestyle. Then again, he would never wish such experience on anyone else.

Reaching out to grab her hand with a smile, he responded with his. “Name’s Bolin.” Pulling back and letting it drop, he continued. “Pretty name!” He added with another smile that was full of cheer. For a girl going to a rich school, she didn’t seem the least bit stuck up or closed-minded. Instead, she was a nice lady who had shown him concern and used an icy glare to warn off jerks. He really did have to wonder how Mako could react around such a polite, nice person. If anything, he would chastise the older boy if no advances were made. For now though, he had to find said brother.

“Oh, I know enough. Do you know the building the person you’re looking for might be in? Or maybe which class they just attended?”

Opening his mouth to speak, Bolin stopped in silence. Moving his mouth to form words, something vital began to dawn on him. “I…don’t think I know actually. I just remember him saying it was a large building with lots of windows, but…” Looking around, practically every structure was large and covered in bright windows. “It might have been more specific than that, but I was eating breakfast at the time,” He said as if that was a perfectly reasonable excuse. Not knowing what building he was in meant trouble, but class…nope, nothing. “Well, he’s a senior if that helps,” He offered before tapping his head and then pointing at her. “Are you a senior?” The moment the question came out, a look of terror crossed his face. “Not that I’m calling you old or anything. Just, you have that…mature air around you.” Now he could only smile awkwardly in hopes that the one helpful person at this school hadn’t just been insulted by his poor word choice.

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"Nice to meet you, Bolin." She smiled, though she couldn't figure out quite what to make of her new acquaintance. His attitude had completely shifted at the drop of a hat. At first, he'd been nervous and confused, but now he was completely cheerful, as though none of it had even happened. She shrugged it off, deciding that she simply must have made him more comfortable by taking his side, though she hadn't expected the effects to be so immediate.

“It might have been more specific than that, but I was eating breakfast at the time,”

This poor boy clearly needed her help. He had simply shown up on a foreign campus with no idea of where to go and no plan. Who did something like that? More importantly, what did breakfast have to do with any of this? She was completely mystified by his logic, and she had no idea how to help him without the slightest bit of information. Did he really expect to find someone just by wandering around?

“Are you a senior?” The moment the question came out, a look of terror crossed his face. “Not that I’m calling you old or anything. Just, you have that…mature air around you.”

...old? If he thought a senior in high school was old, what would he think of her? And why was he just standing there, smiling, after saying something like that? "Uh...I'm a year ahead of that, in the college here." She decided to ignore the age comment, considering the boy was completely lost and had just been picked on by possibly every student in Spica's high school.

She quickly returned to the matter at hand - finding whoever it was Bolin was looking for. "Well, the high school only uses a few buildings, and senior classes tend to be in one building," she recalled from her tour of the school. Her father insisted she take a tour, even though she was certain she'd be fine with just a map. "That building is on the other side of campus, though, so we'll need to hurry." Classes had already let out, after all, and who could say how long his target would remain in the building?

"Ever been on a moped, Bolin?"

[blackaerin]

I’m not afraid of who you are. You shouldn’t be afraid of yourself either.

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AU where Korra and Asami knew eachother when they were younger. Korra was proud of her former height advantage, dammit Asami 8(

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In Need of Directions

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The emergence of some students from a nearby building only increased his anxiety. How would he ever find Mako if everyone was heading for the front gate all at once? He had hoped to make it to his brother before any classes had let out. At least if he was nearby his brother’s classroom, he could catch him. In hindsight, that was a pretty bad idea. Still, he needed to find Mako quickly and this crowd wasn’t really helping. Luckily, as the seconds of him staring around in bewilderment passed, the group of students dispersed and he learned that it had only been a class let out early. That was a relief. It meant he still had time to find Mako.

With that relief came a bit of hesitation. Snickers being heard over the soft pats of squeaky clean shoes dropped his confidence a notch. Even after attending Ouran, he wasn’t accustomed to being around incredibly rich kids. At Ouran, he wore the uniform and kept up his manners enough that people might think he had noble blood, but at Spica, he was being looked upon as a peasant once more. All because his clothing was different. It was depressing really. These kids were supposed to being trained for the world and to become leaders, yet they still carried prejudices against another school. To them, going to Ouran was a reason for contempt and insults. How would those people act in real life once in a boss’ seat?

“You look like you could use a hand. What’s on your mind?”

Caught completely off guard, Bolin nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning to find the feminine voice, he was awe-struck for a moment. Ouran had its fair share of pretty girls, but so too did Spica. A small grin formed on his lips that his brother was now in a relaxed environment where he could actually date. They were taken care of and thus Mako could put a little more attention with the opposite gender. Maybe later in the day, he could try to give his older brother a few pointers for picking up girls. Only as he pictured a giddy Mako surrounded by females did he realize how creepy his grin must have looked. Wiping it away, he stood up more proud and tried to wash away his originally helpless look.

“Ah, sorry, I was just trying to find someone. I thought I could on my own, but it seems I have gotten lost. Everything here looks the same.” Looking up at one of the many tall school buildings, he found himself using an arm to shield away the light. Who in the world did they hire to polish all those windows to make them so reflective? He felt like if he weren’t inside soon, the sun itself might begin to toast him. “Might you know your way around this campus?” Bolin asked, hoping she had been here long enough to know the layout.

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As the snickers and not-so-subtle insults persisted, Asami took a moment to glare at a nearby group of offenders; a rather large group of people wearing the Spica high school uniform. She would have liked to believe that this behavior was limited to the younger students, but she recognized a few older students participating as well. Though she attempted to remain low-key, the Spica students were obsessed with wealth and social status, so it wasn't much of a secret that Hiroshi Sato's daughter was attending Spica.

Asami had no idea what sort of effect it would have, but she hoped that the jeering would stop whether or not this particular group knew who she was. Though she had been rich all her life, both her mother and father had grown up poor, and they hadn't failed to instill in Asami how to really determine a person's worth.

She turned back to the boy, who had an odd expression on his face. Asami was used to being stared at; she was aware of the effect she often had on the high school boys of Spica. Even with her experience, she failed to recognize exactly what sort of thoughts were behind his expression, so she mistook the smile for gratitude at her silencing the others.

"Don't worry about them, okay? Most of them can barely tie their own shoes; without their parents' money, they'd hardly be making it through public school." She gave an encouraging smile, hoping that had been the right thing to say. In any case, she certainly didn't approve of the other students. "My name's Asami, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended a hand pleasantly as she always did.

“Might you know your way around this campus?”

"Oh, I know enough. Do you know the building the person you're looking for might be in? Or maybe which class they just attended?" She glanced around, wondering if the building they needed was nearby. If not, she could always give him a lift on her scooter if he was in a hurry.

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[loveyourspleen]

“I completely understand why they cut their relationship short, but it would have been nice if their relationship lasted a little longer. I’m a big Makorra fan but Asami is really awesome!”

I’m in a scribbly mood today~

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tagged by resolutefire

In this post

1) What made you join AURP and why?

Hmm, well one day Mako-mun followed my Bolin blog so I checked Mako's page out (my reaction was 'Wow this Mako is super talented. Omg, this thread with Bolin. I should just give up.') but then we started speaking OOC and then I decided to join the group :)

2) Do you like to read? If so, do you have a favorite book?

I used to read a lot more when I was younger than I do now. I'm not sure if it's because I'm busier or if I just don't like to read as much anymore. Most of my reading is either textbooks or comics now, LOL. My favorite comic right now is Wonder Woman.

3) What is an accomplishment you are proud of?

Uh, I'm not too sure. I guess making it into a PhD program is one of my major accomplishments~

4) Are you a “momma’s boy/girl or a “daddy’s” boy/girl? Uh sorry for awkward wording on my part but I hope you get what I mean. >_>

Well my father is basically Hiroshi Sato so I guess I'm closer to my mother.

5) Legend of Korra or Avatar: The Last Airbender? Why?

A:TLA was so much better, but I still have to go with LoK just because I love Mako and Bolin so much. They are two of the most interesting characters I've ever seen, even though they were not focused on at all in the first book. Just their character background/premises are so interesting that I have to say LoK even though A:TLA was tons better.

6) *Optional* Are you multilingual? If yes, what all do you speak? If no, interested in changing that?

Nope~ I took a lot of years of Latin in high school and was pretty good at it but nobody speaks Latin. I probably won't change that even though I'd like to.

My questions:

What is a ship that you like in the group?

Do you have any hobbies?

Who is your favorite superhero (or team of superheroes if you can't decide. Or both)?

Do you ever play video games? Which ones do you like?

What anime/cartoon character is most like you?

Favorite animal from ATLA and LoK?

How is your day today? :)

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resolutefire replied to your post: The Empress and The Emperor. :)

Wow in all seriousness …your responses were great. :) I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about your answers until now. But wow! Your Asami is fantastic. I was both happy and saddened by the “my mother always encouraged me bit” damn it>_<

Thanks, Mako!!! I'm glad you liked them! Yeah, I feel really bad for Asami ;-;, poor girl.

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My love must be a kind of blind love I can’t see anyone but you - Art Garfunkel, I Only Have Eyes for You

[aabsolutum]

My love must be a kind of blind love I can’t see anyone but you - Art Garfunkel, I Only Have Eyes for You

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The Empress and The Emperor. :)

The Empress: What do you desire most?

"I want to help run my father's company, and one day take his place," she explained without much hesitation. She loved every part of the business; the development, the testing, the marketing.

"My mother always encouraged me."

The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions?

"Other than a knack for inventing?" The heiress half-smiled as she often did at her own jokes.

"Well, my mother used to love the mixed martial arts; my father and I go to matches all the time to remember her."

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ooc; The Fool, The Magician and The High Priestess? And hi~ ^^

The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.

Asami rarely embarrassed herself. In fact, she rarely seemed to be around enough people to truly embarrass herself; when she wasn't at home with her father, she was at Spica just for her classes or alone in the labs. The closest opportunity seemed to be at her father's race track, but she never embarrassed herself in a Satomobile.

Then, a rather recent event came to mind.

"Well, I did accidentally hit a poor Spica student with my moped." Though, to be fair, he had been running around a parking lot.

Technically, she still had not embarrassed herself in a Satomobile; just a moped.

The Magician: Do you have a special talent?

Asami's eyes narrowed with a passion rarely seen by anyone who knew her. Only her father and those who had seen her race knew this particular look.

"Actually, yes, I do. I can drive pretty well," she understated.

The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets?

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

She preferred honesty and straightforwardness, but if a secret was worth keeping, she could certainly keep her mouth shut about it. A good friend could trust her without a doubt, though she had few other than her father.