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eachdraidh2014-08-30 09:27 pm
bolincredible) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-30 09:27 pm
001 • [video]
[ 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. ]