Yeah. [He sniffs.] We need to round them up. Capture them and make sure they can't keep hurting people. I talked to Fujimaru about the possibility of contacting Stefan about this as well - what do you think?
If people are running around pretending to be his allies, then he should know. Calling him should be easy, but... capturing the imposters is a different matter.
She was strong. I fired over a dozen bullets at her and she just shrugged them all off like it was nothing. [He points to his right shoulder.] I got this because she flicked one of my bullets back at me.
At the same time, I fought a blond woman just before "Caroline" -- she took bullets like a normal person and seemed actually afraid. That means not all of them are on the same level in strength.
backdated to 01/02 OOC (korra's a birthday girl, too)
[Things died down enough to give everyone in Haven a little peace for a few days. Everyone knew it wouldn't last, so it had to be taken advantage of. Wan did so this day by finding Korra when she was in a lull during her work at the clinic. He waited until she had nothing in her hands and looked like she was about to start something new, then ran in, grabbed her arm, and started pulling her outside.]
[Korra smiles, too, though hers is much less bitter than Fujimaru's.]
Even if he isn't here right now, it doesn't mean he didn't believe it, you know.
[She thinks of all the times Fujimaru's abilities have helped her so far. Getting information from the machines, getting further into the Store never would have happened if Fujimaru hadn't been there.]
I don't know how the magic in your world works--it might be different for the healers there, you know? If you wanted to work with the healers from home, you should probably ask one of them how their power works.
[Shaking off that initial worry, Korra lifts her hand again.]
Want me to check if you have any other injuries? I've...sort of gotten into the habit of checking whenever I heal someone now.
[Fujimaru stares at Korra for a few moments, before he looks away, smiling mirthlessly again.]
... I was probably just a pity case to him. [...] He didn't like that I wasn't fighting back [because he was the first person in Haven, really, to realize that] and imposed his own expectations on me without caring about my opinion. Talk about selfish, huh?
There was no other reason to choose me to believe in, at least.
[It's terrifying, to know people expect something worthwhile from him.
... Even so, there's something soft in Fujimaru's expression, despite his words. It's true that his life would probably be easier if he were still dead inside, as he'd tried so hard to be for most of his life. It's true that he still can't understand what others apparently see in him, who's (worthless, a pet dog, difficult to get along with, tyrannical) lacking in redeeming qualities.
But he's grateful, all the same. He'd probably be a different person right now if Ken hadn't shown him basic decency, if Shirayuki and Shakudou had treated him like the villain he was, if Wally had let him push him away, if Sakon hadn't given him his faith, or if Korra weren't here.
People never really get a second chance, and yet here he is, receiving the greatest one.
These people believed in him, when he'd already given up on himself, and so he learned to start living, for the first time.]
Conner said the same thing to me, too. I mean, he's already told me about his ex-girlfriend, so I guess I'm not... exactly surprised.
[She picks a house on the right when they pass a few, pushing the door open and walking inside. Like all the other buildings in North, this one was clean, if a bit dusty, and decently furnished. Korra drops onto a sofa with a sigh.]
[Korra wraps an arm around Rose's shoulder and leans her head against her friend's. It's easier for Korra, being close to Zatanna like she is, but Rose doesn't have that kind of reassurance.]
Sorry... I thought it would help. Is it... all kinds of magic?
[There's a silence on her end. She's not--okay, she is surprised, but at least she doesn't feel anything but relief after the initial spike of worry. Mako had said he'd decided against it, and that's enough to make her settle down.
Not that she has much room to talk.]
I thought about it, too, in the beginning. [She confesses sheepishly, after a second.] But it wouldn't have been a good idea, anyway. I'm not exactly the best at faking stuff like that.
It's-- [Nothing, she wants to say. Though it's not really nothing if it's still itching at her after all of this time, enough that she felt like bringing it up to Steve, is it?]
I get them sometimes. The stuff that happened at home, and the stuff that happened here.
[Korra's shoulders tense up, the more she talks.]
If it's something in the past, and everyone's moved on, then there's no reason to have them, right?
She used one of your own bullets against you? [And from the way Jason's talking, this isn't an ability that the real Caroline had.] Doesn't sound like they're being really subtle here...unless they don't think we know much about the rebels.
[Korra frowns.]
Let's steer clear of Caroline's imposter for now. We don't know what else she can do... so that means if we're going to capture one of them for information, it'll have to be someone weaker, like the other woman you fought.
[Not to mention, she's probably injured from her encounter with Jason, too.]
[Nadia jumps slightly at the touch, fidgety and nervous.]
Oh... How about, ahm, next time we do a supply run to Haven North, I can ask you about it? I can -- I can write your answers down that way, not forget anything...
[Zatanna nodded in return. The usual aura of total confidence wasn't there, but neither did she seem unsure of herself. It was just...remembering that conversation....]
We had a long talk a while back. About Ta--about his ex. [It dawned on her that, gossip aside, she wasn't sure how much she was at liberty to mention. Names included.] It was hard, because they never actually broke up. He lost her. Kind of like how I lost Robin...except she never came back.
[Pause. A deep breath.]
And I asked him what he would do if she ever did. If he would want to go back to her.
Honestly? ...I don't think he would.
[There was always a chance. She knew that. But that day, the way he held her and looked her in the eye and spoke in that genuine, serious tone he brought out on those rare occasions he meant what he said, she believed him. She still believed him.]
[And then, so as not to weigh on the moment too heavily, the corners of her lips twitched upwards, mischievously:]
Besides, it helped that one of us knew what we were doing from the start. I let him take over. No regrets.
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