[ Hei's in his primary safehouse -- when the alarm pings. ]
[ Visitor at Blg #3. The mechanical chime stretches out into the room, his features distorting as he progresses through stages of confusion and then realization. His eyes widen a fraction, then snap closed. Korra. He wonders, only briefly, what she's doing in the safehouse. There to pick something up? Drop something off? Maybe catch a cat-nap, although the idea seems absurd. He's been monitoring her whereabouts for days now. She hasn't ventured beyond the Beach House, unless it's to perform katas and catch fresh fish. Thinking of her, Hei feels stifled, guilty, and self-conscious for feeling that way. He's been avoiding her for good reason. Avoiding a great deal of things, really -- in favor of work, or spending time with Pai. When not assuming the role of 'Li', he operates almost entirely Underground -- drawn to that Pandora's box of monsters and glittering vice like a shark swimming upcurrent to the scent of fresh blood. He keeps busy, welcoming the feeling of a lull in his life. The City continues to recover steadily from the trauma of the witches, and he makes a point to monitor Anonymous' activities, and threats of fresh curses. ]
[ For a long time he doesn't think about Korra at all. His mind just closes up shop on the whole curse, the people he slaughtered or hurt. It feels as far away and unrecalled as his time in first grade. Once in a while Korra may turn up in a dream, but the details melt away as soon as he awakens. ]
[ This unexpected visit... puts a stop to that. Somehow, in the blue glow of his monitor, watching Korra asleep on the futon... it shocks Hei down to the ground. ]
[ His decision to see her is inevitable, whirling thoughts and paradoxical sluggishness of brain notwithstanding. The trip to the safehouse takes a considerably shorter time. He's a little bothered at the thought of Korra coming here alone. Nothing is ready for her. No fresh food on hand, no aromas of cooking, the futon still dressed in stale sheets, the rooms cold and unaired. It's like walking straight into an undispelled atmosphere of emptiness. He moves quietly through the flat, not wanting to disturb Korra. Grabs a drink of water from the sink because his head is reeling, downs a shot of Jack, because he wants to. Fine, five shots. He lets it burn his throat and stomach as he slips off his coat and heads to the narrow bedroom. ]
[ He has no idea what he plans to say to Korra. Maybe nothing. Maybe he just wants to make sure she's all right. ]
⊕ 11/07 -- \^^/<3
[ Visitor at Blg #3. The mechanical chime stretches out into the room, his features distorting as he progresses through stages of confusion and then realization. His eyes widen a fraction, then snap closed. Korra. He wonders, only briefly, what she's doing in the safehouse. There to pick something up? Drop something off? Maybe catch a cat-nap, although the idea seems absurd. He's been monitoring her whereabouts for days now. She hasn't ventured beyond the Beach House, unless it's to perform katas and catch fresh fish. Thinking of her, Hei feels stifled, guilty, and self-conscious for feeling that way. He's been avoiding her for good reason. Avoiding a great deal of things, really -- in favor of work, or spending time with Pai. When not assuming the role of 'Li', he operates almost entirely Underground -- drawn to that Pandora's box of monsters and glittering vice like a shark swimming upcurrent to the scent of fresh blood. He keeps busy, welcoming the feeling of a lull in his life. The City continues to recover steadily from the trauma of the witches, and he makes a point to monitor Anonymous' activities, and threats of fresh curses. ]
[ For a long time he doesn't think about Korra at all. His mind just closes up shop on the whole curse, the people he slaughtered or hurt. It feels as far away and unrecalled as his time in first grade. Once in a while Korra may turn up in a dream, but the details melt away as soon as he awakens. ]
[ This unexpected visit... puts a stop to that. Somehow, in the blue glow of his monitor, watching Korra asleep on the futon... it shocks Hei down to the ground. ]
[ His decision to see her is inevitable, whirling thoughts and paradoxical sluggishness of brain notwithstanding. The trip to the safehouse takes a considerably shorter time. He's a little bothered at the thought of Korra coming here alone. Nothing is ready for her. No fresh food on hand, no aromas of cooking, the futon still dressed in stale sheets, the rooms cold and unaired. It's like walking straight into an undispelled atmosphere of emptiness. He moves quietly through the flat, not wanting to disturb Korra. Grabs a drink of water from the sink because his head is reeling, downs a shot of Jack, because he wants to. Fine, five shots. He lets it burn his throat and stomach as he slips off his coat and heads to the narrow bedroom. ]
[ He has no idea what he plans to say to Korra. Maybe nothing. Maybe he just wants to make sure she's all right. ]