trans_9 | Winter Wonderland: Southern Tribe Style

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Winter Wonderland: Southern Tribe Style

She thought it would be impossible at first: the idea of keeping the area around the Outsider's hotel that cold, and keeping snow on the ground with just the use of water? It sounded crazy, and Katara had been wondered if she was skilled enough to do it. It was why she and Sokka hadn't had their Southern Water Tribe thing: it would have just been re-imagined in the Sensorium, and in a way that was almost cheating. The real experience, ice cold water and all, needed to be had, and there were certainly enough people on Trans 9 who could have used a little playtime.

That was, of course, before she had time to think. In time, she was beginning to see that where she had failed was really in her own confidence level: she could see her limitations, and didn't go further than what she could do. The longer she did that though, was more time she realized she had to be trained in other ways, if water wasn't available. It was hard to think about, but she had to be ruthless in her ability to be able to take down a person if she needed. This kind of fighting, though, felt much like murder. So after the Yeerk incident, she made a promise to never raise a hand against a person in that way, like her anger towards Jet or Zuko in the past. To do that would edge closer to that place, and she needed to remember the true goal: standing against the Ohm.

That said, she learned a great deal of other things, like how to super extend her breath, how to manipulate her body much more than she had before, and how to strengthen your feel of "wave" so much your arms were hardly ever tired. Now she found that this was possible, all that was needed was the water. With Stacey's approval, this happened.

And so Katara got to work, bobbing and weaving, guiding the water to solid water, using force to create that into powdered snow. It was work that would have severely diminished her in the past, but now it was simply a joy to be bending again, to have her element all around her instead of just contained in a small pouch, and she let loose. The snow was an interesting sensation, it was like shaping ice and then shaking it between her fingers: it littered the ground all around the Outsider's backspace, and she was glad that they had that backspace to begin with. She figured that once this was over, the water would bee used for the sauna, so she figured one last bit of fun would be a good thing.

"Okay!" She said after awhile, looking around her. "Now hopefully people will come!"

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Thanks to Billy's help, this definitely took less of a strain on Katara. The two of them are just putting last minute touches on random snow hills and blowing drifts. Feel free to say hi, or start up a snowball fight.

There's snow forts!

Three of Zetta's minions were having a vigorous snowball fight that ranged across the length and breadth of the snow field, laughing and giggling despite the fact that it was honestly pretty vicious.

Meanwhile, if one looked closely, the bottom edge of a discarded book could be seen sticking out of a snow drift. In the air, the faintest of snow-muffled profanities.

Katara definitely made sure that she steered clear of the snowball fight, even though she was pretty pleased they were having a snowball fight in the first place.

She was, however, curious as to where Overlord Zetta was up to in all of this, and was horrified to see him shoved into the snow.

"Overlord Zetta! Are you ok?"

Frankly, it's a miracle the snow hasn't melted from the sheer vehemence of his cursing.

Luckily, the Sacred Tome is tough and very water-resistant, especially with a demon soul possessing it. So Zetta was probably okay physically. Mentally... well, it's not the worst he'd endured, but his poor dignity.

"Get me outta here!"

Katara knew enough about Overlord Zetta not to make mention of this, just to make sure he was well dusted off and that he was at least left with his dignity.

"How'd you become left here, Overlord Zetta?"

"My stupid minions tossed me aside to go have fun!"

Zetta shot a glare at the minions, that became a glint in his eyes, that became -- "ZETTA BEAM!" Twin bolts lanced out from his eyes. The minions flung themselves aside and the blast hit a snowdrift, which exploded upwards to fall back down onto the scene. His minions laughed all the harder as they ran around trying to catch snowflakes on their tongues.

Zetta shot them an infinitely dirty look, then subsided into grumbling.