Denial? Just a little bit.

[kaya_waterwave]

Who: Kaya, open to all.
Where: Sensoriums
Summary: Ed not remembering her is sort of the last straw, so she's getting her aggressions out.
Warnings: Um. Are there any? TBA, I guess?



But so much for that now. Right now Kaya, who had had a pretty bad last few months, found the last straw was bringing Ed back and having him not even recognizer her had been the last straw. Now she was just standing here, around a background of water and streams, and she was moving in a combination.

First there was her own bending. Smooth, flowing each movement into the other, legs supporting the base as arms and shoulders tensed and drew forward, calling the water up and around her, making waves into developed whips, turning that into solid substances and back again.

And then, when the Bene Gesserit came into play, that slowed but accurate action became quick, deliberate fast. Her body become a putty oin increments as she geared for offensive kicks and movement, pushing her body to the limits here. There was no turning back, no moment of reflection.

At this moment, Kaya wondered what would become of her training, if they would form a base of strength and bending even she didn't fully understand yet. She would put aside those feelings of helplessness, of pain she could not do more.

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[burnedbrighter]

"Shut up!" Azula hissed and flung a fireball over her shoulder no where near Kaya's actual position. "They ruined everything! That's reason enough!" She was almost there, almost to the exit. Up to her waist in sand it was almost as bad as water, but so heavy. So dry.

[kaya_waterwave]

Kaya moved out of the way, and disappeared from that position to be in front of Azula's her eyes hard.

"I think we are coming upon your problem," she said. "And this is why I was infuriated with the psychiatrist letting you free. Of course you and others thought it was about fear, but it wasn't. It was because they allowed you to run away from your pain because they were to keen on being 'fair.' Well you tell me Azula: the sand is preventing you from leaving, but the Sensorium is nothing but a mirror into the mind. You may think running away is the best way to go, but something in you is not letting that happen."

[burnedbrighter]

"It's your mind too." She panted refusing to look Kaya in the eyes. "You keep asking the same useless question. Why why why. When you know what you think and nothing I say will change that!" She was clawing her way out of the sand now, muscles straining against the suction of the sand.

[kaya_waterwave]

"The setting and the sand is mine, but how well the environment is stable depends on the people in it," Kaya said. "Only you would think the question is useless, even though you try so hard not to answer it. Is it because you put it out on purpose, or is it because you don't like the answer?"

[burnedbrighter]

She didn't answer this time, redoubling her efforts to escape the sand pit, finally making it out undignified and on all fours in front of Kaya. Her pride simply would not allow that and she forced herself to her feet meeting Kaya eye to eye. Once more the focus had faded from Azula's eyes leaving behind the fear based madness that made her every muscle tense She stood still glaring, daring Kaya silently to move or find some way to stop her. She would not...could not answer that question.

[kaya_waterwave]

But she knew the answer, didn't she? It was why Kaya met her gaze now, not with wrath or pity or even sympathy. It was understanding that was written on her face, and that was what allowed Kaya to give Azula wide berth now. They may not have been friends in the sense of what friends were, and certainly there was an underlying hate she knew would not leave Azula anytime soon.

But respect of the thing not being said she understood quite well.

[burnedbrighter]

Azula stormed past her and out the door, all the sand and extra heat evaporating instantly as she hit the hallway. How had things turned out that way? Hadn't KAya been the one on edge when she'd come in? Had all that somehow helped her? It was more then Azula could comprehend or bare to consider. All she wanted now was to make it back to the air temple, to her quiet dark room with only one entrance and exit and her stupid little doll.

But she couldn't resist one last angry look over her shoulder at Kaya. Every self deprecating voice in her head had been replaced by Kaya's now, echoing the word "Why" over and over again.