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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 10:53 am
resistivity) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 10:53 am
need the sun to break
Who: mako, ota otherwise! please bring me your babies c:
Where: various places
When: throughout the sickness event, the last prompt can cover any time period in it as mako won't progress past the first stage.
Rating pg for now! will update if it changes. some mention of a lightning-based injury tho!
What: settling in and maybe trying to mother-hen other sick people who need it. please toss me a pm or hmu on discord (violynnist#8733!) if you would like something custom for you, or to try another situation/scenario also! This was my intro post on the CR meme as well if that's easier to poke at c:
๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐;
๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐;
( he's no stranger to the fey and fantastic. being friends with the avatar has meant years of encountering things that might have otherwise been beyond belief. he has a healthy threshold of tolerance for the scope and scale of strange than most people would probably expect of a no-nonsense cop.
his first thought is spirit wilds. even astoria herself sort of seems like one, though she looks human (he's heard stories of koh) and the misty phantasms that roam the temple grounds certainly don't disabuse that notion. mako is. quiet. taking it all in, listening, learning. he jots down notes, which is difficult to do when one arm is an out-of-commission ruin, strapped into a sling that pinions it to his body. he sort of rests the notepad in the hollow of his wrist, over the fabric of the sling and scribbles everything in police short-hand.
thrown into a new situation? doesn't know anyone or anything beyond astoria's welcoming spiel? time to wander the grounds of the temple. when he runs into other people, he'll approach them politely and introduce himself, )
I know it probably doesn't matter here, but I'm a Detective with the Republic City Police back home. My name's Mako. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right?
( he gestures with his notepad, obviously intending on writing things down. feel free to talk with him, refuse a statement, agree but only off the record, etc. he's a mostly-amicable (if. sometimes humorless) guy! )
๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐;
( he can't feel the sun. it's there, visible, a low-hanging presence on the cusp of dawn. it's a slightly different color than the one he's used to, and he can feel its rays on his skin, but there's. nothing. no energy, no... deep, abiding warmth that sinks down into the bones and drags the life and breath of fire to life through the conduit of his physical body.
it lends further credence to the thought he must be in the spirit world, or something very like it. he finds his way to the fighting ring and, still with his left arm in its sling, he tries a few right-handed jabs at one of the training dummies. nothing. nothing. he's stayed calm through everything else, being recruited — kidnapped, essentially — to someone else's fight, the whole thing. but this? it reminds him too much of amon.
out of frustration, he kicks at the air, the sort of slicing motion that would have swept fire away from him in an arc. and.
to his complete and utter surprise, a column of rock juts up out of the earth and launches the dummy several yards away. mako, instinctively, turns to look for bolin or korra or even beifong, the earthbenders whose company he spends the most time in, but. he's alone.
except, perhaps, for your character. mako looks a little sheepish at having been caught unawares — he's usually a little harder to sneak up on, so he's rubbing the back of his neck as he asks, )
Did you do that?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐;
( he hates getting sick. firebenders are pretty hardy, all things considered. they tend to run hot. mako isn't used to feeling ill, it's only happened a couple times in memory, and. his default state is ignore all physical discomfort. he doesn't seem to be badly off, either, given what everyone else is going through.
so. a case of the sniffles. he sucks it up. pitches in around the kitchens, makes himself available to anyone who seems to be suffering. he even tries to go out into the forest of the fey to see if there is anything out there, some plant or herb that can be used as a remedy.
if your character needs some looking after during the event, mako's your guy. he will dutifully help total strangers, tuck people in, carry them off to a bed and help them through the loss of their senses should it come to that! let him big-brother you. it's the squishiest you'll ever see him. )
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For some people, it probably looks like magic.
( the man lives among spirits, has a healthy respect and understanding for incomprehensible things, but there's a strong scientific bent to his mind. he doesn't really like the word magic. spirits are just something between animals and humans, a natural part of the world. bending is the focused direction of energy and chi. but magic? miss him with that concept. )
( a guy in armor like that is probably a fighter of some kind, mako can't imagine anyone willingly walking around in what's probably an uncomfortable exo-suit without expecting combat, so he tips his head towards the ring. )
We could spar. You might be able to figure out what you can do now.
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But stuff like creating earth pillars and things like that. That's a bit beyond him, and so falls into the magic category. Because he does have a well of popular culture he can pull from. Also he's a bit of a nerd. He's down for it though, especially in lieu of the fact that he can't use his armour enhancement here.]
I guess you can count me in that camp.
But...yeah, sure. I would like to know what I can do. If I've got it.
We'll take it easy though.
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Just try to stay away from my left arm.
( he's a pretty good judge of people, and north doesn't strike him as the sort that would deliberately go for an obvious weakness. mako's left arm is bound up in a sling, what's visible of the skin of his hand is heavily scarred and discolored. electrical injury. fairly recent, by the state of it. )
I can leave the earthbending out of it if you want. You want to take the armor off or leave it?
( the armor's... substantial, but mako doesn't want to risk damaging it with a skill he doesn't quite control yet since his guess is... it can't be readily fixed or replaced. but by the same stroke, maybe whatever new ability he has involves the armor. hard to say, mako will leave it up to him. )
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[If it's a friendly spar, North wouldn't go after an injury. And he probably wouldn't even if it wasn't. He's got a sense of fairness that way.]
I think I'll take it off. Give me a sec'
[It takes a bit to remove the armour piece by piece and he relishes being out of it for a bit. All that's left is the undersuit, which will work for now. There's a brief moment where he pauses, missing the familiar voice of Theta in the back of his head before he gives his head a shake and moves into the arena]
Okay, ready when you are. Uh, if you're not used to using your power, don't worry about it.
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once north is ready, he pivots on his heel back to face him and gives him a rather traditional martial artist's bow. )
I could manage. ( he's new at it, but when you're the brother to one of the best earthbenders in the world, you sort of pick up a few things. mako's not concerned he'd hurt anyone else with his bending accidentally — he has too much self-discipline and control for that. ) But I'm fine without it. Come at me, let's see what you've got.
( mako's a big guy by most standards, 6'3 and built like someone who's been fighting most of his life. he makes light, quick motions look easy, but he's not in any hurry to make this out to be the real thing. he'll give north the first shot. )
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He nods, and then takes up a boxer's stance, going in for a punch. Hopefully he's not too rusty with hand to hand stuff. Usually he's attacking from a distance.]