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Caitlyn was like a live wire. She should've been resting but she couldn't just sit in bed while everything was happening. No, what kind of detective would she be if she just let all this information leave her grasp? It's not like her injuries were too severe either. A few bandages here and there, nothing more...well, maybe an ache or two from the blast itself but that didn't bother her as much as it bothered her parents. The few times they had come to check on her, they found her roaming around her room like a madman and she had thought about telling them everything, telling them all her findings and theories and such but in the end, she kept her mouth shut. It's not that she didn't think they'd support her, she knew they wouldn't but it was out of love. It was out of care for her. Still, that didn't mean Caitlyn wasn't bugged by it.
On top of everything, Jayce had come to check on her as well but only to tell her that she was out of a job. He tried to soothe her with some pathetic offer at a job, a security guard or whatever but Caitlyn wasn't having it. At least he listened to her ramble. That was the least anyone could do. "Jayce, go, I won't discuss this anymore," Caitlyn ordered with a bitter tone but when there wasn't an immediate answer, she stepped off of her ottoman and turned around to meet an old friend. Or someone she hoped was still a friend. She needed those more than ever it seemed. "Kuvira," the sniper said softly. Despite the rows of flowers laid along her room, Kuvira still looked strong as she stood near the doorway. "Oh dear, I must look a mess," Caitlyn mumbled and chuckled a bit before she held her arm shyly. "What brings you here?"
Try Again || @empirelead and leafage
The bright red, yellow, and orange robes contrasted greatly with the bitter gray in Republic City's prison. The master Airbender stopped at a particular cell housing the former Great Uniter. One of the guards slid open her door. His silhouette stretched across the floor from the lighting behind him. His face remained hidden in shadow.
"Kuvira, come with me." There was a flat tone to his voice. "I need you at the Air Temple." He turned around and walked away, expecting she would be escorted out behind him. No opportunity for questions. No opportunity to say no.
sleep deprived w/ @empirelead ;
Kuvira barely registered THE DULL FOOTSTEPS walking across the wooden floor with a deadened echo. She combed her fingers through her hair , pushing the messy dark locks away from her face. "How long has it been since Guan's reign of terror ended?" She asked , tired eyes gazing into a sea of worry. SLEEP HAS ALWAYS ALLUDED HER.
spirits ! that long ?
' gee, and you're proud of that ? ' the beifong mumbled under her breath, more to herself than to the younger woman. she watches her for a moment before tilting her head. ' you should get some rest, and something to eat as well - you do seem very tired, kuvira. no point on running yourself ragged...'
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❝ Was that meant to hurt me? ❞ Metal did no harm upon the espada as it phased right through him. Man made things were never an issue for Szayelaporro, but who was this woman that attempted to slay him for having some fun? His gaze is icy and cold as he watches her. ❝ Pesky brat. I should show you some manners. ❞
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Wu heaved out a large sigh deep from within his chest as he slumped forward. “It really is just so tiring sometimes, you know?”
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kuvira: *judging* :/
“You look like a rodent.”
@empirelead | STARTER CALL | KORRA.
‘ See? I told you we needed a new one. Totally not my fault... but I went to move it & it broke. ’