http://kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-02 05:10 pm

Basics

There was a time to get sick. There was a time to bemoan the things that seemed like empty spots in her head. and there was time to sleep and dream of times that were better (or have nightmares of worse times too). But when these times passed, and eventually that was the case, there was nothing left to do but go back to what you were best at, and refine it to make it your own. Going to the podpop had been a start, and Katara capitalized on it the next day. A visit to the Sensorium and the scenery changed: she was at the desert lands they'd been left to brave after the library sunk and Appa had been captured. There was no gang here though, just miles and miles of sand and heat bearing down on her. To Toph and Aang, she was sure these circumstances were unpleasant, but to her and Sokka specifically, it had been alien and frustrating (it had helped Sokka that he was strung out on Cactus juice and she was fixated on keeping the group together at the time). She had also made sure there would be no water nearby, and so her pouch was also gone.

The morning was spent in quiet meditation on the sands. Her mind was full of questions and brimming with thoughts, but she momentarily displaced them from her mind. She was uncomfortable, sweaty and hot, but stayed in deep meditation, moving from time to time so she wouldn't cramp up. Once she'd seen the sun position itself to indicate noontime, Katara rose, and her attire was that of her firebending disguise: she would need it.

The exercising in the Weirding way, however, required targets, so the desert was now strewn with several dummies. Here Katara incorporated her Bene Gesserit martial art with that of the training she'd practiced in Will's gym: she catapulted herself upward, struck with deadly precision and then rolled into a new defensive stance, ready for the next attack. It had been awhile since Katara incorporated her waterbending flexibility with the Weirding way, and truthfully it was seldom Katara practiced the art, fully aware (thanks to deadly robots) how damaging it could be. She bent her legs a bit and brought her arms up again, using her force against the dummy and knocking it backward with what looked like minimal effort. She knew it would be awhile before she was an expert in the Weirding Way, but that was more than reason to practice, with all they had encountered.

When she had worked up a definite sweat, she went back to the flexibility part: she flipped, jumped, turned several times in the air and, on her back, curled her legs upward and leapt back to position. She was stinky and definitely perspiring, but that was easily taken care of if she decided to turn the Sensorium into a spa, not that she was in a big hurry to do so.

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ben paused in the surf to watch her. "Your element?" he echoed, filing this away under both people to never swim a race against and other people's Force traditions do interesting stuff but none of them get to use a lightsaber.

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He jumped out of the water, using the Force both for extra power as he leapt and to soften his descent, so that he landed lightly in front of her on... more water. It was holding its shape like a block of ice, but it was exactly the same temperature as the rest of the sea. "I can handle the balance part," Ben said, with a confidence born of training with a monastic order of gymnastic space wizards, "but how are you doing that?"

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"We'd say our balance, movement, and concentration comes from tuning into the Force," he observed dryly, turning around to face her, "but running around obstacle courses helps, too. What I don't get is how you're connected only to water. Is it like that for everyone?"

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He leaned back, enjoying the breeze while he thought about it. "We can shove water and air and rocks around with the Force, and there are some Force users that can electricity," he said, "but I've never heard of anyone doing it your way."

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
“A long time ago,” Ben nodded, “when my dad was a few years older than us. Back when he was a lot less centered, to hear Aunt Leia and Uncle Han talk about it.”

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-08 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugged. "When I was little, I didn't use it at all."

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I was nine. My cousin came back from a trip and got me to open up."

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly -- not from the right time."

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help laughing at that, just because the idea of his mother, Jaina, Aunt Leia, and half the Order being stuck in the medbay was so ridiculous. "Just before I got dragged here," he said, "dad and I were on a planet called Dathomir. Until a few years ago, it was filled with women riding ten-meter tall reptomammals and shooting lightning at each other while men cleaned the tents and took care of the kids."

[identity profile] sithhavecooties.livejournal.com 2010-04-09 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a big galaxy," he said, unsure where her flash of concern had come from. "You travel far enough, you'll find pretty much anything."