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[ GOOD…… late night or super early morning, network. Witness the amazing Fire Ferrets in their natural habitat, if a bit sleep-mussed and underdressed. (Understatement, tbh.) Come on, if your pajamas aren’t “be shirtless” or “in a sports bra”, you’re just not doing things Republic City style in this weather.
The scene set in the rather large room is unnerving at best. Splashed against the background are scorch marks from recent firebending, and shadows are cast from the ripped and torn flooring — it looks like there was one hell of a fight. Off to the left, there’s a soft glow as Korra tries to heal a deep wound on her arm with her waterbending and Mako, holding a small flame in his hand for light, crouches over a dark, suspiciously person shaped thing on the floor. Next to it are two other suspiciously person shaped things, also not moving in a very “dead” fashion.
As Mako makes notes in a small logbook, he and Korra seem to be having something of a disagreement, with Korra hissing angrily and Mako trying to calm her down with steady, hushed tones. While they talk, he meticulously searches through the clothes on the things — let’s be honest, they’re corpses, three of them, lying on the bedroom floor — gathering the evidence he finds and apparently writing it down in his little book. He adds whatever he finds to a growing pile of trinkets... which at this point consists largely of knives, garotting rope, and other sketchy murderous tools. With a soft trill, the two cats who adopted Mako jump up on the bed, looking shaken and huddling protectively around a small green and gold snakelike creature. Naga, on the other hand, seems to be licking something from her lips with her long tongue, looking quite proud of herself, tail absently tapping on the mattress behind the kittens.
Bolin, looking suitably confused and sporting an oddly smug Pabu-scarf, is taking up the foreground and accepting the responsibility of having his priorities in place. Unlike some people, wow. ]
Uhhhh. Hey. So my name’s Bolin. Nice to meet you if I haven’t already met you. Nice to see you again if I have? [ You know, whichever. ] Got a quick question for anyone who could answer, it’d be great to have it cleared up: is there like a... running history of people getting a pet back for a boon, only then a month later it turns out that their pet can also grow about eight feet and tackle an assassin? Just. Just wondering.
[ He stops. Glances back at Mako and Korra. Purses his lips, and turns back. ]
Okay, so, one more question. About the assassin thing. Like… are they also a thing with a running history here?
[ in the background, the dead body rummaging and healing krew has finished their argument, and in the ensuing silence, you can hear their last snippy comments before the feed ends. ]
At least no one was kidnapped.
[ Mako says, completely deadpan. Korra’s eyes narrow and she shoots back: ]
Or arrested, huh Officer?
[ WOW, RUDE, KORRA. ]
The scene set in the rather large room is unnerving at best. Splashed against the background are scorch marks from recent firebending, and shadows are cast from the ripped and torn flooring — it looks like there was one hell of a fight. Off to the left, there’s a soft glow as Korra tries to heal a deep wound on her arm with her waterbending and Mako, holding a small flame in his hand for light, crouches over a dark, suspiciously person shaped thing on the floor. Next to it are two other suspiciously person shaped things, also not moving in a very “dead” fashion.
As Mako makes notes in a small logbook, he and Korra seem to be having something of a disagreement, with Korra hissing angrily and Mako trying to calm her down with steady, hushed tones. While they talk, he meticulously searches through the clothes on the things — let’s be honest, they’re corpses, three of them, lying on the bedroom floor — gathering the evidence he finds and apparently writing it down in his little book. He adds whatever he finds to a growing pile of trinkets... which at this point consists largely of knives, garotting rope, and other sketchy murderous tools. With a soft trill, the two cats who adopted Mako jump up on the bed, looking shaken and huddling protectively around a small green and gold snakelike creature. Naga, on the other hand, seems to be licking something from her lips with her long tongue, looking quite proud of herself, tail absently tapping on the mattress behind the kittens.
Bolin, looking suitably confused and sporting an oddly smug Pabu-scarf, is taking up the foreground and accepting the responsibility of having his priorities in place. Unlike some people, wow. ]
Uhhhh. Hey. So my name’s Bolin. Nice to meet you if I haven’t already met you. Nice to see you again if I have? [ You know, whichever. ] Got a quick question for anyone who could answer, it’d be great to have it cleared up: is there like a... running history of people getting a pet back for a boon, only then a month later it turns out that their pet can also grow about eight feet and tackle an assassin? Just. Just wondering.
[ He stops. Glances back at Mako and Korra. Purses his lips, and turns back. ]
Okay, so, one more question. About the assassin thing. Like… are they also a thing with a running history here?
[ in the background, the dead body rummaging and healing krew has finished their argument, and in the ensuing silence, you can hear their last snippy comments before the feed ends. ]
At least no one was kidnapped.
[ Mako says, completely deadpan. Korra’s eyes narrow and she shoots back: ]
Or arrested, huh Officer?
[ WOW, RUDE, KORRA. ]
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[ There are children that could see this. A little common sense and basic decency, please? At least keep your dead bodies under a sheet. ]
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[ it's also a Bit Rude to send assassins off in the first place, tbh ]
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[ Harry rolls his eye. ]
But what I mean is, it's not ...there are children here. Would you want them to see someone rifling through a corpse's pockets?
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More like chomped down on something and took their own lives so don't take that tone with me!
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With all due respect, sir, you seem to be the one most bothered by this, and you don't look to be a child. The broadcast direction was made in error, and for that, we're sorry. [ from the rough edge to his tone, its hard to tell if he means it or not. ]
We don't know who these three are, if someone sent them, or they came on their own. I was looking for evidence that would potentially help identify them.
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He takes a deep breath before speaking again:]
Accidents happen.
[ He should leave it at that. There's a moment where it looks as if he's going to say one thing, but he bites his tongue and goes with something more constructive.]
Do you know if they came for you, personally, or were just after any Seelie targets?
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The information I have isn't enough to draw any solid conclusions at this time.
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I know I'm at a distance, but is there anything I can do?
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[ Harry pauses, fidgets with something just off-screen. ]
Just in case you're put off by altruism, I'm a peace officer back home and if something like this happens on the Scima side, I'd appreciate any and all the help I can get.
GMAIL ATE MY NOTIF I APOLOGISE
You're an... Auror, aren't you?
[ bruh you better believe he's going to be texting you later. ]
Re: GMAIL ATE MY NOTIF I APOLOGISE
[At the time they're speaking, Harry doesn't know. He lost his compass during the cave-in and hasn't yet read the message from Ron.]
I am, yes.
[Harry will appreciate it, because he's going to be working the assassination attempt up at Redgate.]
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[ it's a polite dismissal for real this time, and mako takes the time to end the feed himself.... for now. he's got work to do. ]
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[ .......
LOOKS BACK AT THE DEAD BODIES......... ]
... ohhhh.
Okay, well, definitely seeing where you might get that impression! [ continues trying to be friendly because... that's basically all he knows how to do lbr. ] Wow. Sorry about that, man. If it helps at all, we totally didn't kill them. It's more like they were really disappointed that they didn't kill any of us.
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[ Even though Harry is being flippant, it's possible to tell that he's genuinely upset. Why would you show this sort of thing through the lockets? It's a nasty sort of boast. ]
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[ It's not even a sassy retort, he's legitimately confused. ]
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...right. If you've got a sheet nearby, you could cover them up? A little dignity goes a long way. They're not going to care, of course.
[ But it's the right thing to do and it pains him that he has to explain this. Maybe they're from another world where the norms are totally different? Maybe he's just being optimistic.]
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Which he can admit he deserves. Even if this kinda feels like water off a turtleduck's back after Redgate, which he's definitely not thinking about, he's really got to get better at his thinking ahead. Just in general. ]
That any better?
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[ It's possible that he saw Bolin around at Redgate for the aftermath, although Harry didn't really get out to talk to many people. ]
I'm Harry.
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...nice to meet you? Circumstances could use a little work, but.
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I think we should all get that on t-shirts and wear it at the next welcoming feast.
Although, I think I saw you at Redgate? For the rebuilding?
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[ Which is what feeling morally responsible on top of an officially designated level of responsibility gets you in this day and age. ]
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[ Self-deprecation is a good way to go! Although, it's probably pretty likely that if Bolin was busy helping he, he might've heard about two shardbearers that went into the mountain to evacuate the miners. ]
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You stayed to help, so it couldn't actually be your fault, right?
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