#powerbend

[2battled-blog]

     ❪ ➤ ❫ lamenting over the condition of her weapons was something she doesn’t often do, even during her leisure times, considering they were kept well & well-managed ( as long as they fulfilled the job they were supposed to do, they would suffice ). upgrading them seemed pointless at this point, not when this city did not look like it had any impending threat of being ruined by machine lifeforms + there didn’t seem like anyone would be talented to tune them  ( or even if there was someone, it wouldn’t exactly be easy to acquire the materials needed ). ❛ these should still be fine, ‘ a mindless thought she threw out as she fumbled around with her swords, checking the sharpness of the blades before running her fingertips lightly on them, going on with her silent lament over them. ❚ @powerbend ☓ starter call.

[lepuretta]

         “Korra!!!! C’mon and eat some of this food with me! This restaurant serves like...genuine Water Tribe food!”

( @powerbend )

[morphoric]

         she was positive her eyes were deceiving her, because there was no way she was seeing what she thought she was. another day, another adventure waiting to happen, she had told herself before she left to stroll around koi yet again. unfortunately for her, chamomile district had little that piqued her interests. it was so quiet, and chloe was anything but silent. ( which had made for a very awkward moment earlier, where she nearly tripped and exclaimed a loud ‘SHIT’ only to be greeted with the surprised stares of a small crowed. )

to be blunt, the chamomile district bored her. the relaxed atmosphere was fine for when she needed some downtime, but other than that, it wasn’t the place for her. that was, until now of course. 

she’s not entirely sure what to make of what she’s looking at. one second, there was a girl exercising outside of what she assumed was the chamomile housing -- and the next, there’s fire sprouting from her palms. she chalked it up to her imagination the first time, and rubbed her eyes to be rid of any excess drowsiness, but then it happened again, and again, and she no longer has any doubts that what she’s seeing has to be real.

which begs the question, how in the world is she doing that? she has every intention to find out.

❛ how the hell are you doing that? ❜ she starts, carelessly interrupting her exercise. that could wait anyway -- she needed answers now. ❛ there’s fucking fire coming out of your hands! like real, actual, should-not-be-coming-out-of-your-hands fire! and that’s fucking wicked cool, don’t get me wrong, but if i’ve learned anything in these past 19 years i’ve been on this shitpot of a planet, it’s that fire definitely does not come out of people’s hands, so how?! ❜

@powerbend

[justicefists]

She had been wandering this city for days now and was still just as perplexed as ever by it. It wasn’t that it was abnormal -- quite the contrary actually. It’s that it was too normal and too large for her to have never seen it on any map before. To make matters worse was the fact that her cell phone no longer worked, and that she not only had a room here, but a new phone along with it. Almost as if they expected her. Whoever they were. But surely that was impossible, considering she had never even heard of this place, let alone decide to live in an apartment here.

With a heavy sigh, the girl tapped at her old phone from the comforts of her bed. It had been charging for hours now, yet still yielded no response no matter what app she clicked on. Her discouragement mounted with each passing second that she was without contact from her friends, or rather from anyone who knew about this place, and how to get out of it. She needed to leave as soon as she could. But before she could do that, she needed answers. 

To her dismay, just as she was sitting up with the intent of leaving the room in search of those answers, the door handle began to twist. Hadn’t she locked it? She was never that careless. She could chalk it up to being distracted, but she was positive she had locked it as soon as she came in. Jumping up to her full height, the brunette was completely baffled by the sight of another girl walking into her room, key in hand. Taller, muscular, and staring right back at her with the same look of confusion Makoto was sure had to have been plastered on her face. Why did she have a key? Why was she looking at her like she was the abnormality here?

“Um... Excuse me. I think you have the wrong....” She paused, glancing down to the key in her palm again. Surely, there must be some mistake. If they both had keys, that could only mean this room belonged to both of them, but why would they give her a roomate when she never asked for one? Feeling her heart rate steady itself, she peered back up at the strangers face, blinking owlishly. “This... isn’t your room, is it?”

@powerbend

[lepuretta]

@powerbend

         “Korra! Korra it’s me, Aoi!”

        {/She’d know those bright blue eyes anywhere. Ones that were filled with all the hope of the world, the determination that matched her’s, and a strong sense of justice. How amazing. She’s grown so much in all these years! The Pro-Bender promptly ceases what she’s doing, and runs right across the field to embrace the Avatar in a tight embrace. Sure, Asahina has never been one to really respect personal space, but Korra should remember that she’s a hugger by now.}

         “I haven’t seen you since I left the Water Tribe!”

[saecris]

that choreo you reblogged tho is so good. i've never heard that song until that video 👌🏼👌🏼

it is isn’t it! it matched the song really well. i’m not an expert but i loved the video a lot.

[batzoku-a]

Power bean and metal bean