open rp post;

[acperience]

FANDOM; (alternatively, anyone from my muselist, though the above are the ones I most actively want to play right now)   OC; (again, alternatively, anyone from my muselist that I have a journal for)   List the character you want in the subject header and give a prompt or idea, unless you really want me to come up with one (though in that case you probably shouldn't expect anything for a while—).

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[afflictive]

[Korra looks different (shorter hair, he notes), and similarly, Fujimaru probably looks a bit different than what Korra remembers. The goggles are gone, and he doesn't wear his hair in a ponytail anymore. And, well, the protector he always wore over his right arm is gone now, with Fujimaru looking uncharacteristically normal—were it not for the way his right 'hand' ends in a bandaged stump.]

I don't know! I was just doing my thing and then suddenly I'm being dumped in this place! I've got no idea what the hell is going on...

[braavado]

[True to form, the sight of the bandages jolts her into motion. She's leaning over and frowning at the stump--hadn't this been the arm with the wires? What had happened?]

Are you hurt? Or is it an old wound?

[Though most of her focus is on the arm, her eyes rove over him now, taking in all the changes.]

[afflictive]

[The questions provoke something strangely nostalgic in him, and it takes him a few moments to understand why—right, Korra was prone to worrying like this, wasn't she...?

It's not as if he doesn't have other friends to fret over him, but there's something about receiving it from someone that, frankly, he should never have met again in his lifetime that almost makes him want to smile.]

... I'm fine. A lot's happened. [...] You cut your hair.

[braavado]

[With the memories settling back in, taking away most of the confusion, Korra gives him a quick smile that says it all, really.]

Chopped it off with a sword. [She says, just a little too innocently. It's...a big step for her, being able to talk about the start of those 6 months of isolation so lightly, and she knows it. With a slightly more subdued tone, she adds:] Thought it would make a good change.

[She surveys him with interest again, noting that he's done something with his own hair, too.] Your wearing yours down.

[afflictive]

You would. [It fits Korra, he thinks as the memories trickle back in, to do it like that.] Hope it worked.

[While his right 'hand' remains limp at his side, he moves his left from where Korra had held it to the ends of a few strands of his own hair.]

No big reason for it. It's just harder to tie now.

[braavado]

[She gives a start, his words triggering yet more memories of Haven. This time, they're ones of a little girl--finding ribbons for her while she was in North, brushing the girl's hair, and even helping her tie the ribbons into her hair.

Korra glances hopefully at the portal behind him, which has regained its natural gold color.]

What about--Shirayuki?

[afflictive]

[Fujimaru's expression should answer Korra's question before his words do—because a smile, an honest smile, spreads across his face.

(Another change: while he'll never be the most cheerful of people, Fujimaru is a happier person than he used to be.)]

She's doing great. She got her voice back, y'know?

[It's one of the rare moments where Fujimaru feels like he can deliver good news, and not news like, "You're being arrested" or "Everything's gone to hell," though as he reminds himself, those days are long past.

... Well, the latter could still happen, but not in a Haven context, at least.]

[braavado]

[A sigh of relief escapes her. There's no way to describe just how wonderful it is to hear that piece of news. She knows how terrible Fujimaru and Shirayuki's world is, and the thought of them going back there, even after Haven...

Korra shakes her head slightly. It doesn't matter, Fujimaru's here now and Shirayuki sounds just fine, too.]

Sounds like a lot happened. [She gives him a smile.] You look happier.

[afflictive]

[He stares for a moment, looking somewhat awkward at the statement, before he responds, a tad slowly.]

... Well, freedom does that to a person. [...] I am happier.

[He almost regrets adding that second part as soon as he says it, because talk about mushy, but... it's out there, whether he likes it or not.

Health-wise, he's worse off than he was before, but it's a small price to pay for winning.]

[braavado]

Freedom...? [Korra's brows knit together in confusion. Suddenly, it clicks and she gasps.]

You mean--the government in your world? It's gone now?

[afflictive]

[He cracks a smile at her.]

Would I be calling myself free if it weren't?

[braavado]

Hey, I'm just making sure! [But she's so pleased for him that she doesn't even bother trying to sound annoyed.

Fujimaru probably isn't expecting what happens next, but considering it's Korra... One second, she's smiling at him, the next she's throwing her arms around him in a hug.]

That's great. I'm really happy for you.