[Katara... when she woke up, she was nervous. Something had happened, and she didn't know what, because no matter how much she searched her memories, the reason for why she had woken up on a dreary beach with scratches all over her just never came to her. She did know, though, that she couldn't stay in that one spot. She needed to figure out where she was and then she could figure out where everyone was.
But honestly, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but it was definitely not a bunch of people pointing guns at her and telling her to freeze, or else they'd shoot on the spot.
So clearly, the correct answer to that sort of thing is to try to waterbend.
It doesn't work, her smooth, fluid movements produce nothing and she can feel some panic starting to sink in.]
Oh no, wait, maybe we can talk before you do anything!?
B → I'M COMPLETELY CALM!!!
[No matter how she gets out of the harrowing adventure on the beach, Katara can feel the panic rising even as she tries to keep it together in town. She keeps having pamphlets thrown at her, and while she takes her time to meticulously read every single one... it just sounds so unbelievable. She doesn't even know where to start, even as she keeps shoving the pamphlets into a bag someone had given her at... some point.]
Okay, Katara. [She breathes out, trying to clear her head.] Just... breathe. In and out. You're going to figure out what's going on and get out of here find everyone... and maybe you'll find out it was some kind of elaborate joke and everything's actually okay!
C → Tearbending
[It's been a month since her arrival, and when the fog rolls in, she's waiting with baited breath. The inevitable is coming, isn't it? That's why she at least made sure to be somewhere safe instead of wandering around the moment it hits.
And when it does, it does. Her chest aches, a sharp pain erupting, and she can feel her breath catching. She lifts a hand to cover her chest, leaning over and bracing herself against the couch that she'd been sitting on, as she feels the hot warmth of tears coming to her eyes. It feels like ages, but she manages to choke out what she wants to say to whoever is with her—]
Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender
[Katara... when she woke up, she was nervous. Something had happened, and she didn't know what, because no matter how much she searched her memories, the reason for why she had woken up on a dreary beach with scratches all over her just never came to her. She did know, though, that she couldn't stay in that one spot. She needed to figure out where she was and then she could figure out where everyone was.
But honestly, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but it was definitely not a bunch of people pointing guns at her and telling her to freeze, or else they'd shoot on the spot.
So clearly, the correct answer to that sort of thing is to try to waterbend.
It doesn't work, her smooth, fluid movements produce nothing and she can feel some panic starting to sink in.]
Oh no, wait, maybe we can talk before you do anything!?
B → I'M COMPLETELY CALM!!!
[No matter how she gets out of the harrowing adventure on the beach, Katara can feel the panic rising even as she tries to keep it together in town. She keeps having pamphlets thrown at her, and while she takes her time to meticulously read every single one... it just sounds so unbelievable. She doesn't even know where to start, even as she keeps shoving the pamphlets into a bag someone had given her at... some point.]
Okay, Katara. [She breathes out, trying to clear her head.] Just... breathe. In and out. You're going to figure out what's going on and get out of here find everyone... and maybe you'll find out it was some kind of elaborate joke and everything's actually okay!
C → Tearbending
[It's been a month since her arrival, and when the fog rolls in, she's waiting with baited breath. The inevitable is coming, isn't it? That's why she at least made sure to be somewhere safe instead of wandering around the moment it hits.
And when it does, it does. Her chest aches, a sharp pain erupting, and she can feel her breath catching. She lifts a hand to cover her chest, leaning over and bracing herself against the couch that she'd been sitting on, as she feels the hot warmth of tears coming to her eyes. It feels like ages, but she manages to choke out what she wants to say to whoever is with her—]
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