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What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

In her sealed, silent, sensory-deprived meditation room, Roxie is sleeping. It's a special sleep: for all dreams are connected, she knows, and by spinning her mind out along the web of thought, she might step into others...

[Roxie is dream-hopping, getting a look at the subconsciousnesses of the other people on the ship. So, how it works - if you're interested, go ahead and post with a dream your character is having, and Roxie will slip into it, subtle at first but more obvious as she tries to satisfy her curiosity. Just her being around will make the dreamer more lucid and more likely to remember the whole thing when they wake up.

Also, feel free to ask any OOC questions in a thread here, or poke me on AIM at 'anagramarye'.]

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Roxie—smiles, for just a brief moment. "It's part of who I am," she says, fairly gently. "I'd be normal instead of interesting if it weren't for him."

Or not quite normal, for a girl who can kill without feeling any pain for it. One could wonder what might have happened if she hadn't been picked...

Katara nodded. "No, I think I undertand that. If there is something I get by now, its that you can't go against certain tasks you're fated to do. I guess I'm still just get used to how YOU do it. But I don't think, from what I've seen you'd be 'normal' for a second. I don't think I could be either though. We're both pretty weird kids."

And the backdrop changed, and they were at the summer house on Ember Island, right outside on the shore. Katara looked at peace here, and her eyes seemed to look far away a moment.

"Where I first forgave Zuko, and where we all trained. I don't know, it's good being on the ship, but still...I do miss them all, us all."

And strangely enough, Katara's clothing changed: she was dressed in plain blue jeans, her hair combed back in a pony tail, her shirt a simple light blue shirt and a booknag in her hand.

"Is this what being normal is like?"

"... yes, kind of," Roxie says, looking Katara up and down. "But there's a lot more to being normal than just appearances."

Roxie's head twists. The setting changes again. The halls (http://i37.tinypic.com/15yg2a9.jpg) of a small high school, empty.

"But what's 'normal' where I'm from isn't like what's 'normal' where you're from," she adds.

"I know that," Katara said, smiling. "Something like this nothing like where I'm from. The firenation children though, they did get that somewhat. Normal life, normal circumstance, just believe in the military. My tribe could never really have a kind of school like that: we lived by surviving the land, by adapting. It;s why I'm not really that bothered by this as much as I should."

The clothes fell away, and Katara was in her traditional water tribe clothing. (http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2800000/Katara-mix-avatar-the-last-airbender-2801697-1023-621.jpg)
Looking around the halls, she seemed interested in all of it, then turned to Roxie after a few minutes.

"Normal is relative in most worlds. Truth is, I don't think I could handle being normal. Could you?"

"No," Roxie says bluntly. "That's why I took the deal," she adds.

Curious, she shivers, and suddenly she's wearing similar robes. And even hair loopies.

Katara giggled. "I didn't think so," she said. "What's more, I think we;re both better off that way anyway."

But she did do a double take on the similar hairstyle and hair loopies.

"You get used to the cold," she said. "Lucky we're not in the Southern Water Tribe."

"I don't have much of a problem with cold," Roxie says, reaching up to fiddle a little with the hair loopies she now has. Her expression suggests she can't decide whether they're good or bad. "I'll go kind of numb if it's cold enough, but otherwise..." She shrugs.

"Good to know," Katara said. stretching a little, then the scenery changed again, this time to the aforementioned Southern water Tribe. You could hear the call of birds in the distance, and though it was empty, she could hear the sound of children and older people talking amongst each other. The air was crisp, cold but with a bit of wind there to chill the bones a little more. Katara always felt she remembered her home like this better than she did most other things.

She sat on the ground now, quietly taking in her surroundings, then turned to Roxie. "It's my home," she said simply.

"... it's pretty," Roxie comments, bare face against the chill. Her cheeks are wrinkled a little, but she doesn't seem to be in any real express at the sudden dream-coldness.

"It is," Katara said, "To me, anyway. I'm glad you like it too. It's not what a lot of people are used to."

For the moment all was well. The air had a chilling sweet smell to it, more water than anything with the smell of fish. But this was only temporary, as a moment later, a new sighht greeted them: falling to the ground, all out nowhere like snowflakes. Roxie was sure to recognize what the subtance was, and as for her, she knew they were never far enough away from her thoughts to forget.

"Ashees," she said softly, her face set. "The Fire Nation soldiers are coming."

"This is something that happened to you?" Roxie asks, raising a bare, cold-numbed hand to catch a few flakes of soot out of the air. Ashes... the things she fights don't really burn, usually. But she does, and she's felt the scorch of melting flesh and tasted the tang fresh fire often enough.

Her face shifts a little. Less neutral, more taut-edged.

"Yes," Katara said, her voice practically steel. "This is the first time I ever see the Southern Raiders. I was pretty young at the time, so it was very scary. Before I was born, the water tribe fought them as best as they could, but eventually they captured all of the waterbenders...except for one. This is the day they supposedly finish the job."

The Southern waterbender disembark, but Katara drags Roxie away from the fighting. "It was a diversion," Katara said. "All the men could do here was fight anyway, there were no benders left to fight them. No, they came here with only one more purpose: to make sure there were no more benders in the Southern Water Tribe. Here."

Katara brought Roxie into the tent, and there was the captain of the Southern Raiders, Yan Ra. He turns, and where there was a full grown Katara there is now only a small, scared little girl with hair loopies.

"Mom, I'm scared!"

"Go get your father!"

Katara leaves, and the discussion between her mother and the Yan Ra lasts only a minute or two more. He asks her who the last waterbender is, and swears to leave the village alone if she tells him. She tells him its her, and that she would go with him peacefully as a prisoner.

"Sorry, we're not taking any prisoners today."

And when Katara and her father get back to the tent, Katara's mother is gone.

At that moment, everything seems to blur: the terrain, the raiders, and all that is left is white space all around them. Katara is back to her normal self: she is sitting with her legs pulled up to her face, a look of quiet contemplation on her face, mingled with sadness.

Roxie slides down to sit next to Katara.

"... I never knew my parents," Roxie says, and there's an uncertainty in her voice that, for a moment, makes her sound like a child rather than the adult she tries to be. "I've been a foster child for as long as I remember."

A tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KhY-NgtTjA), eroded by the static of years, starts to filter through the whiteness. "That's the only thing I really have from before..." She trails off, and her head tilts back. Her eyes drift shut.

In ghostly half-images that dot te whiteness, a cold, genius child is taken into homes and then rejected again when the families can't handle her strangeness - rejection of friendships, absorption into imaginary worlds, abtruse and unnormal intelligence. It doesn't really harden her - she was broken already, in ways more sprung from accidental nature than behavior.

Once, there is violence, from a man who simply can't understand and can't peacefully let; and then a bruised, broken girl stands in front of a burning house and throws a lighter into the blaze.

Roxie's eyes are still closed, losr in the music. One might wonder if these images are an intentional expression or if they might have just... slipped out.

Katara hadn't expected to see any of that at all, and she was completely overwhelmed. But now she was beginning to knot together pieces of the puzzle that was Roxie. Of what Roxie was, Katara was always only grasping, but now she had an idea of at least what she'd seen. Katara could not understand quite what it meant to be ostracized like Roxie was, or beaten down because she was different: the closest to that feeling was the Fire Nation marching all over her people.

But seeing thta glimpse if how cruel people could be to Roxie had spurned a feeling Katara hadn't expected, and her eyes brimmed with tears. She suddenly threw her arms around Roxie, and though closed, Katara glared.

"You're a different person, but that doesn't make you weird. I like you Roxie, you are more unique than anyone I've ever known. If people don't understand that...well, I guess you know I don't really get certain people sometimes."

Roxie jerks at the sudden touch, as if she was just touched by hot metal. She doesn't quite move away entirely, though her breath is a little quicker and less even afterwards. She isn't used to being touched like this, apparently.

Her eyes crack open, and as they do the phantoms in the blank whiteness are gone, and so is the music.

"Of course I'm weird," she says quietly. "Shyama doesn't give his blessings to... normal people." She sounds almost a little defensive about it.

She understood the recoil by now: people didn't really appreciate how affectionate she could be, and even Katara would admit this wasn't the best tme to even do that. She hadn't really expected to be so overcome with emotion, and especially hadn't expected to go back to a memory that haunted her still.

"I'm not saying you're normal. I don't think you'd mistake it for anything but a lie if I said otherwise. But even I know the difference between saying you have a gift and you're different from others than saying you're just weird. People don't just think of weird as different, they look at it as a threat, as something that has to be put away. Can you blame me if I don't feel that way towards you?"

"But I--"

"I can't," she admits, and her tone is the softest and friendliest it's gotten so far. She takes in a soft breath and then lets it out again. "Thank you, Katara."

"...but could you stop touching me?"

Katara retreated from Roxie. She knew that she was being a bit of motherly, and definitely annoying to the younger girl.

"I'm sorry," Katara said, looking downcast. "I know I'm a little too...in my way. I won't touch you anymore."

Katara looked ashamed. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Roxie says, and she wiggles in place just a little. "I'm just not very good with people touching me."

One might wonder if the negative association has to do with all the injuries she's suffered in the course of her 'job'.

Which, if she thought about it, Katara thought she could understand. As it was, she knew that some people just weren't very good at physical affection (Mai being one of them who simply didn't get it). In Roxie's case, Katara knew she'd have to stop mothering the girl: it came as instinct now, and she knew not everyone reacted positively to it.

Asuka, after all, reacted pretty baly.

"Sorry about that," she said sheepishly. "I know I can be a pain with that. It's just...instinct, I guess."

Katara closed her eyes and they were back at ember island again.

"It's okay," Roxie says softly. "It's not your fault. It's just one of my--things."

She looks silently down the length of the beach, and at the water. "...it's kind of nice here."

"Understood," Katara said, though she did offer Roxie a smile. "In your line of work, I can imagine its kinda required not to really get touchy feely with people."

Katara smiled. "Yeah. This is actually Zuko's summer home on Ember island. Nobody goes there anymore, so we went there to train and ready ourselves for the big battle with the Fire Nation. I never got to really enjoy it because we were too busy scared of our lives. It's actually pretty beautiful."

Katara closed her eyes, and now the two of them were at a clearing with mounty terrain.

"Hm. Scared? What happened?"

Roxie lays back, arms folded underneath her head as she looks up at the sky.

"This was right before our big fight against the Fire Nation, and the whole reason we went to Ember Island is because Azula chased us out of the Western Air Temple," Katara said. "When we went to Ember island, we were getting ready to fight the fire nation. The scary thing was a comet was also going to pass over that day, one that would increase the firebender's power ten fold. When you saw me fighting Azula? It happened that day, and she came close to killing Zuko and me. She wasn't counting on being outsmarted, that was for sure."

Katara's heart raced. "But it was scary for another reason too. That was the day that Aang would face against the Firelord by himself. I never really got to see it, to be honest, but I was scared that day that he might not come back alive."

"But he did," Roxie says, and she goes silent as she looks up at the stars.

"I don't really fight very smart," she says, voice quiet. "But it's not really possible to fight smart against the things I have to fight." Her mind is sliding over what could have been many opportunities—but, on the whole, she is right, sort of. "And it's not safe to risk not being straightforward with a lot of them. If something escapes while you're pulling something fancy..."

She fights for keeps, is what she's saying.

What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

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