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Make my wish come true

Who:

markofthebrave
What: As promised here.
When: Thursday night (thus future-dated sorta)
Where: Wherever Katara is practicing :|a
Summary: Well we know it is not a date...
Rating: 45.3 on Rotten Tomatoes

[So. He called her out, so he's a coming to her practice. That's the long and the short of it, really. Dressed the same as ever, looking the same as ever, the only real difference is how hard his eyes seem right now. He's going to be fighting soon, and the many emotions that accompany that knowledge has loomed over his head since the announcement. That's probably... part of why he's going to see Katara. Another part, lurking in the back of his head, is that he needs to know if he can fight someone - something - which can use magical abilities as potent as her's. That said, he's also afraid and he can sense she's concernedm so he's also there to dispel those concerns. Or something.

~~LOCATION OF PRACTICE NEGLECTED BECAUSE SHIRA THAT'S FOR YOU TO TELL ME~~ But suffice to say, this evening he is there. Or getting there, anyway]

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[And then he hams it up, his eyes going wide and he moves closer to her-]

Waaaaah?! Katara, sorry, sorry!! Did I hit too hard?!

[You are very, very lucky that you dropped that weapon when you did, because Katara was about to drop you where you stand. Her stance had shifted in preparation and dread because she still wanted to look at this as a spar and the wound as a training accident, par for the course, but if he kept going she was going to have to look at is as an attack and - she really, really didn't want to do that.

She even latches on to the overenthusiastic apology with a sense of relief.

He's back to normal.]

I think you broke a rib.

[But there's this niggling - feeling. She still doesn't want you getting closer, and even takes a few steps back, her hand pressing to her side, to instinctively accommodate that desire.

And there's this - whisper. Is that apology sincere? Is anything about him sincere, except for that flat look and the way his gaze had zeroed in on where he'd hurt her, like he was about to do it again?

What's your real face, Masaomi?

Can I trust you?]

WAAAH?! WAAAAAH?! I broke it?! [His eyes go wide here, and little frantically, he tries to break the distance between them again, completely ignoring (or perhaps not noticing) her discomfort. If anything, he seems apologetic and more so alarmed]

I didn't mean to do that! Sorry! I don't usually have fights except with bad guys!

[AAAAAH no he hurt a girl? Sob]

Edited 2011-02-25 01:28 (UTC)

[Pfff. OK - no - laughing with a broken rib is just painful. And with her adrenaline fading, the pain shows up in the corners of her eyes and the tightness of her smile.]

It's okay, it's okay. I can fix it. I just need to lay down so I can make sure it's set right.

[In fact, she's going to start to do that now, leaning on her bo like a staff. No one here wants anyone else to know that this happened (all of Katara's friends would lineface forever) so here is your cue to help her lay down flat as she painfully starts lowering herself to the ground, Masaomi. Because that, at least, sounded real to her, so if you want to help she'll let you.]

[Okay no that's to cool. He breaks the distance and - he's known a lot of people to have to deal with broken ribs in his time, trust him - he puts on a somewhat less frantic face and settles in to trying to help her to the ground. He's gentle this time. Caring like]

[Oh, hello there. Katara, for some crazy reason, wasn't expecting this, but she accepts his help easily enough, and she appreciates how gently he's lowering her to the ground. It's awkward with the wings and waterskin at all, but eventually she's as close to flat on the ground as she can be.]

Thanks.

[And she starts prodding at her ribcage with her hands to make sure the bones are lines up properly. It hurts, but even worse than that is imagining what Chopper would do to her if he ever found out. Oh man, and she doesn't even want to think about Trafalgar's reaction. Or Raine's...

Ow. Ow. Ow.]

There - I think I've got it. Does that feel right to you?

[...she's not even thinking that she's asking him for help when he may not know what he's doing either, or that she's asking him to touch her, she's just kind of holding her bones together through her skin... so is understandably preoccupied.]

[He does though. Oh, he can touch her? ...He arches and eyebrow here and really, it takes all of his willpower (more even than it took ti not hit her a second time) to resist making some obscene comment]

[But then with no more pause than the brief moment of confusion he puts his hands there. Okay, feeling that, applying a bit of pressure here and there... actually. That looks pretty good. He pauses a bit around where the busted area is, carefully measuring how much little wincing she might be making as he touches there, but retracts his hand shortly thereafter and nods]

Mm. I think that's good.

[Katara's eyes are shut tightly to avoid crying, better control her breathing, and concentrate on the feeling of her ribs. So other indications of pain will be a quick inhalation of breath and the tightening of her eyes.]

Okay.

[...even Nala seems a bit annoyed as Katara summons her to begin the work patching her broken rib.

Yes, yes, she should have gotten help. Yes, yes, she shouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Katara pictures the bone fitting back together, pictures wholeness and warmth and... in a matter of minutes it's so.]

[For his part, crouching next to her (not standing over, that would be weird) Masaomi just watches her work, feeling like a putz and as such watching all this with a distinct unblinking frown. It's like... other times. Hitagi. It's not nearly as bad and freezing up and doing nothing, but.]

[A deep breath to test the pain and - it's still a little sore, but... good enough. Her healing will take care of the rest in her shower tonight. So she gets up, all on her own, and smiles at him.]

Your turn.

My turn?

[He blinks. He's only... just started to feel the blow he took from the bo (which no doubt is going to bruise up, though mercifully does not seem to have broken a rib or anything) and the stress in his writes/palms from the other strike. Like. Just now.]

[She nods.]

Yeah, unless you've got superhealing to go with that strength, I know I got in a pretty good hit. Let me see your side.

[...He blinks once more, but then nods and obliges. He's got on, as ever, just that white hoodie and a little shirt under it, so he just lifts both up to reveal where the bo connected on his side. He talks as he goes, going back to a jovial tone]

Super? Aaah~ come on now Katara, I'm no Shizuo Heiwajima.

[It's reddened, going to bruise, probably a little tender but. Well yeah it's just that. This is normally the sort of wound he wouldn't even do anything to, because it didn't impact around his kidneys, just sort of... the side of his abdomen in a non-vital area. Have at

EDIT: Actually. It is worth noting while he's not exposing much, under the hoodie he's probably got a fair few scars on his chest, abdomen, other places like that. Not a lot will be visible but... little things. Clear remnants of combat]

Edited 2011-02-25 04:26 (UTC)

Who?

[Katara steps close before he answers to inspect the hit and nods.]

That doesn't look too bad.

[With this kind of bruising Katara's found that her own healing is more effective, so instead of reaching for Nala she streams a little water out of her waterskin, coats her hand, and lays it on top of the bruise.

She can't help but note the evidence of violence on his body, and while one part of her takes it as more confirmation of his story - not that she needs it - the rest is inexplicably saddened.]

[Water...? Well she is a water-bender, but... He blinks and then in a more blase tone, but still not the flat and cold one from earlier-]

Eeeh... him and Celty-san are under constant debate about who is the strongest in Ikebukuro. He's a monster.

Huh.

[Well his chi system is normal enough - though Katara wasn't exactly sure what she was expecting. Maybe he's more like Sanji than she thought? Anyway, for the next few seconds he will feel something calm and soothing, cool - like stepping into the shade on a hot day and a little tingly, like a the first breath of fresh, cool air hitting the skin. And then she drops her hand, streams the water back into the waterskin and the bruise is gone.]

So wars and monsters, huh? I guess our worlds aren't that different after all.

[...except they are, and she knows it, and who are you, Masaomi Kida?]

Oh I don't know about that... I'm just talking about Ikebukuro, your conflict took the whole world, right?

[He looks down at the exposed skin now. Whatever pain her had even started to feel has now faded. He blinks in amazement for a brief moment and then lets the hoodie down. Wow, he wasn't... expecting that at all]

[and then this face]

If you ask me, you're far more impressive.

[Katara doesn't really know how to handle such 'sincerity,' other than to smile, shrug, and blush a little.]

Thanks. [Taking a step back now, and her smile grows a little more wry as she touches where her ribs had been wounded.] And thanks for the spar. I guess I really did need the practice.

[Which... does not do wonders for her confidence in being able to be of use should her bending be taken away, but as she doesn't have any other choice, she'll do the best she can.]

You did do well! [He is quick to amend here, once he's stood. He doesn't want to think she was bad, or her to think that either. He's taken out most gang-members in one or two punches, and he knows that this girl just took a blow and could have kept going]

I think so, anyway.

[She shakes her head, rising as well and - slowly growing more sober.]

Not well enough. If that had been sharp [she nods towards the discarded half of the practice sword - shame that he had to break one, by the way] I'd be dead.

[And here's where the smile drops off her face and she grows more concerned.] Be careful out there, okay? You can't protect anyone if you're dead. Make sure the risks are worth it.

[Yeah. Totally hasn't forgotten about those suicidal tendencies.]

[He notices that frown and frowns himself. Did she take something the wrong way? He shakes his head, moving over to collect the two discarded sword halves. At the second one though, he bends down to pick it up, rises, and turns to her-]

Eeeeh... don't misunderstand, Katara~ I don't want to die or be hurt, after all...

I have to be alive to show off to all the girls there.

[With a little grin and a flippant little tone, he laughs after it and puts the two parts of the sword on some shelf.

...But really, he's scared. He's terrified that he might die out there and trying to convince himself to the contrary. Joking about this helps, a little. Mostly he's just distracting himself]

[That wins a little bit of a smile - this is so familiar, it's comforting to her too. He'd scared her tonight. Her tone is wry and teasing.]

I'm sure they'll be very impressed.

Make my wish come true

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