[ It seemed to be just another busy, if all together uneventful morning. The citizens of a popular seaside town were well into their routines by the time the cutter style water tribe ship had eased into port.
Accustomed to a wide variety of travelers (from sailors to merchants, and from refugees to fishermen) no one gave the crew that stepped off the vessel a second glance. The town was bustling with reds, blues, and rare splashes of oranges and yellows, but the color palette was dominated by the greens and browns of Earth Kingdom citizens and decor. Considering that it wasn't that unusual to see people of all colors and origins come through, least of all a woman with water tribe coloring and an assorted crew. No one was the wiser to the fact that an infamous pirate captain had just come to town.
She didn't walk with the swagger of some pirates, but there was an undeniable confidence in her stride as she passed by stalls, looked over wares, selling freshly caught fish and assorted produce. She wore worn leather boots, dark blue pants, a long sleeved white shirt underneath a simple sleeveless blue tunic trimmed in darker blue and tied with a sash. Her hair fell in rich brown waves to the middle of her back, but she didn't really stand out much from the crowd unless one was good at placing features on faces, and had seen some of the flyers that were recently posted around town.
PROMPT A.) Tavern fun times
One of her very first stops was the nearest tavern for something to eat. Even though you won't see her touching a drop of alcohol she does have other needs that have to be met. While the rest of the men (and women) see about some of their baser needs Katara is seated at the bar fully intent on having a good meal, though she might jump into a brawl if one threatens to interrupt her quiet time or her crew. You're welcome to try to solicit some of her time, for that matter, but be it a bar fight or a rebuke to an unwanted advance you'll find this captain isn't messing around.
Or, you know, you could be lucky and catch her in the mood to entertain company if the offer piques her curiosity enough. Maybe she was even eying you from across the room. Maybe.
PROMPT B.) It's hard out here for a pimp bounty hunter
They were only there to eat, drink, and restock rations, not to intentionally start any trouble- THIS time.
Of course with pirates plans don't always go as intended. What should have been a simple stop for supplies was derailed by one well placed wanted poster or maybe a brawl in a tavern. Whatever the reason it soon had the band split up and scattered to make their way back to the ship, Katara included.
That's how you'll find her, on the run from the local authority or- more likely -bounty hunters!
The question is, are you on her side, theirs, or your own?
(ooc: Bounty hunters and "good Samaritans" are welcome to try to pull Katara aside to either help her lay low or to try to make good on the bounty themselves, just to name a couple ideas.)
PROMPT C.) "Trapped" on an island with a waterbender and some hot spring oh no
No pirate crew is complete without a place to call home-base, right? And Katara will only settle for the best seaside abode because waterbender, which means- that's right. As part of her crew you get one totally amazing island all to yourselves whenever you're not out doing piratey things.
With some group effort the crew has managed to find and maintain an area of hot springs further in on the island. Guess where you'll find your dear captain relaxing for some down time?
Or maybe she's elsewhere and you want to invite her to join you?
(There is also a tree-top housing hideout and jungle/forest near by!)
PROMPT D.) Choose your own adventure!
(ooc: If you have a different pirate-adventure in mind feel free to set it up or ping me about/suggest it! Rival pirate captains? New recruit? Want to play the leader of whatever navy is on Katara's trail? Cabin boy? Something else??) ]
[If there was one good thing about this city, it was definitely all of the architecture.
Normally he would have been the first to readily agree that all of the sex was the one good thing, but it took something away from it when it became a requirement.
All of these types and styles of buildings are so new to him, and it's taken long hours of practice to find a few that are particularly suitable for practicing his free running. There's a series of high rises somewhat removed from the middle of the city proper, all slightly varying in height, providing an ample challenge, but absolutely nothing he can't handle.
It's a good test of skill, leaping from one building to the next, having to find hand and foot holds on the way up and down, using things he had never thought to before. It's an enjoyable exercise, allowing his mind to numb and drift away from everything else this place would require. It's an unexpected relief.
What's even more unexpected if when he leaps from one building to the next, and spots a blur that turns out to be another person jumping along beside him. There are few other's who could ever keep up quite that way, and he's more impressed and interested.]
[ Sometimes it seems strange how things come full circle, under the thumb of the Twelve. When Katara had first arrived to the city Ezio was one of the first people she'd met and befriended. He wasn't the only one to do so, but he was easily the first person she opened up to the quickest. Somehow it never felt awkward with him.
Likely it was his experience and easy going nature.
In addition to telling her about the expectations of the Twelve he'd given her the outlook of the city that kept her sanity intact for years, helped ease her into the idea of having sex not for the sake of love, but survival. He'd given her advice and reassurance when she doubted her capability in the matter, lent an ear when she was homesick, helped her manage the financial aspect of her bending school, and provided her with an outlet by teaching her how to free run. Neither of them had realized it at the time, in the moment, but their friendship had made a lasting impact on her and set the tone for the duration of Katara's stay.
Since, free running had become a staple of her morning routine.
Wake up, make ready for the day, stretch, and then free run from her apartment in the fire district, all the way out to the beach. Yoga, stretch again, practice some waterbending, and then make her way back, stopping at the market along the way for whatever supplies she needed before she went into work at Souzai's Steakhouse.
Today would have been no different, but for the fact that during her morning run today she caught a glimpse of a figure in fleetingly familiar robes, with a blessedly familiar stride. There was, however, arguably something just a bit off about that stride today. It isn't quite as fluid and smooth as usual- graceful, yes, but... lacking the usual confidence and comfort she'd come to appreciate when watching the Italian treat across the rooftops as easily as if they were his playground. He still makes it look easy, but now it's just a bit more raw and less polished than before.
Predictably there's a small pit in her stomach as she realizes what it probably means, that if she's right about the identity of the man under that hood, he probably doesn't remember his previous stay, may not remember her, but it's overshadowed by the joy of seeing him again. And who knows, maybe this time around she can be the one to help him out, if he needs it?
Adjusting her path is an easy and simple task, forming bridges of ice with a quick flash of water to speed her approach, then snatching it back into liquid form and returning it to her water skin on the run once she comes closer. From there it's all physical, no waterbending. Katara's heart races, hair flying in the wind as exhiliration triggers memory of a similar footrace, the overwhelming playfulness, the desire to be chased and captured, and the pleasure of his reward after he'd finally done so. It isn't so this time, but the sheer adrenaline of their activity is still enough to pump endorphins through her system, to put a grin on her face as she answers, his breathing familiar beside her as they run, now almost in harmony- impromptu or not. ]
I had an excellent teacher.
[ She hints, teases, tone all play, and confidence, and joy, satisfied by the praise. ]
[Thankfully he doesn't spot her trick of using her water bending in order to aid in her ascent - or in catching up to him so quickly. There would be questions once he finally came to learn of it, and probably many requests for demonstrations.
For now, all he see's is a rather impressive girl who is currently keeping up with him like it's absolutely no problem and she's been doing this her entire life. Even that teasing, playful tone manages to capture his attention, manages to make an impression, and he glances over his shoulder to look at her for a bare moment before leaping onto the next building beside them.
It also sparked a hint of curiosity over who could have taught her, considering he had spotted no one else so high up since his arrival. But that was a question better saved for when they weren't in the middle of an impromptu free run race.]
[ It would be nice if this could go on, and on, and just continue on until she was too tired to run anymore. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed having company doing this until now, having forced herself not to dwell on how much she'd enjoyed the exercise when Ezio and Zuko were still present to challenge her. Now, though, it all comes rushing back.
But she has him at an unfair advantage, being familiar with his methods, his tricks, his attention to detail. She'd learned from him after he'd already honed and perfected parkour in Ourana's changing architecture, with the Air district being the most ideal, but the Water District offering the most challenge, while the Fire district offered the most verticality.
Besides, as much as she's enjoying this, truth be told she wants, more than that, to catch up, to talk, and... as her blood pumps faster and hotter, maybe a more hands on welcome.
She points out a landmark in the distance, wondering if he'd take the challenge. ]
Race to the top of the marketplace? It's that green dome just ahead!
[Already knowing his methods while he was unfamiliar with hers was a bit unfair, did put him at a bit of a disadvantage. Combine that with the fact he didn't know the proper course to take to reach the mark she had pointed out, and it was more likely than not that he was going to end up on the losing end of this race.
But honestly, that had never stopped him before, and it didn't stop himself now. There's a cocky sort of smirk present on his face as he turns his attention towards her.]
[ She wouldn't put anything past him in terms of surprises. No matter what, at the end of the day he's had more experience at this than she has. When she hears his question it just solidifies her thoughts.
Laughing, because she's used that exact phrasing before when challenging others, and because she'd missed this confidence of his, she replies with a smirk of her own after. ]
Oh, I'm sure I could think of something suitable... if you win.
[ Boldness, he'd complimented her for it once, encouraged it, even. It had surprised her only a little bit to learn how much other men found that sort of trait desirable in a woman, but it's something that she's had no trouble embracing. Now, especially, is no different. ]
For my prize- [ Said before stepping up onto a ledge and launching herself across a small gap, landing in a way that lets her momentum continue sweeping her forward. ] -I'll take the pleasure of your company for my prize. Deal?
[Oh, he definitely appreciates her boldness. It's exactly the sort of thing one needs to capture his attention and actually keep it. She's beautiful, anyone can plainly see that, but already her personality is shining through and drawing him towards her. That confidence which seems to so perfectly match his is an incredibly strong pull.]
Deal. [He follows her movement perfectly, only faltering to climb atop the stack of a chimney, using the height to his advantage, launching across to the next building with a speed and grace only granted through practice and experience.] If you win.
[And he has absolutely no intention of making it easy for her.]
[ The mirth persists, and from there it seems no more words are needed. People on the streets below would catch mere glimpses of shadow flitting across the ground, if they were paying attention to the ground to notice. Residents enjoying rooftop gardens or watching the skyline from a window in their apartments might see the two figures racing across the rooftops with so much ease that it would almost seem choreographed. Many of them were accustomed to the sight, but there were some who spared a startled look of surprise, not that either participant was likely to be bothered to notice, themselves.
He made her work for every inch, whether it was to take the lead or to keep pace or to catch up when he found a way to get ahead of her. Her heart raced, and her blood sang, and for the first time in a long time Katara felt so joyously free that she could shout. Alas, better to save her breath for the exertion of the race.
At some point she lost track of who was leading, eyes only on the prize ahead. Maybe she simply stopped caring who won and was simply running for the sheer thrill of it. Besides, she has a pretty good idea that they both want the same thing for their reward, and even if not his return truly is enough of a prize in and of itself. That doesn't stop her from giving it her all, however.
When at last their boots touch down on the marketplace her chest is rising and falling in a much more pronounced way than before, and there's a peel of laughter, as if she'd been freed from some heavy cloud hanging over her head. He might think her just a bit touched in the head for it, but Katara can't help it. The rush of such a work out always puts her in a good mood, almost as readily as being allowed to play in her element for the simple pleasure of it. ]
Oh... It's been too long since I had someone to race...!
[There's only truly the smallest margin between them when they step foot upon the majestic roof of the marketplace. A foot, perhaps no more, had separated one from winning and one from losing. And truly, if he hadn't happened to glance downwards at the very last moment, he wouldn't have known that she had beat him by half of a singular heartbeat.
But he doesn't mind. It had been far too long since anyone had been able to keep up with him like that, years since he'd had someone else who was talented enough to race him and have any hope of winning. Happiness alights within his own chest, despite the way his back currently aches from pushing himself so hard.
There's a deep chuckle of laughter that rises from within his throat at her words, and although his own breathing is more or less under control, it's coming a bit harder than before.]
I can not imagine why. [It's said in jest, before he reaches upwards, fingers slipping inside his hood and pushing it downwards, allowing the fabric to fall away from his face and come to rest around his shoulders.] That was quite impressive, bella.
[ They've earned a brief respite, she thinks to herself as she eases down to sit on the ledge. Just for a bit to catch their breath. Her hands brace her weight as she leans back against them, turning to look over just in time to see the hood come down. Her breath catches, actually finally seeing his face again. From under the hood he presents only a mysterious profile, parts of his face visible, but not all, not entirely, and the secrecy is exciting. Nothing beats seeing him face to face, though.
"That was quite impressive, bella."
Unbidden the smile comes, but with it she reminds herself that she has to tread carefully if just for now. Katara's been here long enough to know that not everyone takes so well to the revelation that they've had their memories tampered with, sometimes erased, or sometimes it's not their memories, but time. It's much too early to drop a bombshell like that on her friend (she hopes she'll still be able to call him that, at least). ]
Well... like I said, I had an excellent teacher, bello.
[ The word doesn't roll quite as easily from her tongue as a non-native speaker, but she says it with more ease than someone fumbling over the word for the first time. It's both for the sake of using an affectionate nickname and the first breadcrumb. She won't be able to shield him from finding out that he's been here before, not once he gets on the network or encounters others he knew here, but she at least wants to give him a little time.
She draws her arms up over her head then, pulling at first one, then the other to help loosen up her shoulders and stretch out her muscles. Pulling herself up, catching those hand and foot holds, it would take an inevitable toll on the body but no worse than her waterbending did when she was in full form. ]
I'm Katara, since it looks like we'll be spending some time together. [ The smile this time is just a touch flirtatious, unavoidably so. The mood as it were was ripe for such a tone. ]
[In truth, there is nothing overly unusual about the way she responds to him, about the way she tosses the compliment right back without even hesitating. There had been women capable of giving as good as he gave them before, and it always seemed as though those encounters were the most enjoyable. His type - if it could even be said that he had one - was definitely that of a strong woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.
That was not where the strangeness began. It began with the fact that it did not seem as if she should know the word at all. There was no all too familiar accent present when she spoke - and while it was possible that she had learned it elsewhere, something about it didn't seem right.
But he allowed it to pass, let go of it and moved on, focusing on what else was currently being presented so easily to him and filing that particular curiosity away.
She goes from captivating by the sight of him to flirting with such an ease that it's impressive - and he's quickly coming to find that there are many impressive things about her. Even as he moves towards the same ledge and lowers himself into a matching position, placing himself just a little bit closer than would likely be considered comfortable by most strangers who had only just met, their shoulders and legs brushing as they moved.]
It is entirely my pleasure to meet you, Katara. I am Ezio. [The smile upon his own face is equally flirtatious with just a little hint of mischief shining through.] If that is what you wish.
[ Oh, given enough time and just a little bit of trust and Ezio will see and experience first hand just how familiarly things can roll from her tongue with him involved, how easy some things come back. They were never forgotten, but simply had little to no actual use in the passing weeks.
The physical contact between them, for one, is blessedly comfortable, easy. She relaxes into the touches and purposely lets her own shoulder and leg bump and brush his in return. ]
I think that's a pretty decent prize.
[ She's teasing now, expression somewhere between a playful grin and smirk. Her conscience won't let her go further without clearing something up first, though. ]
Indeed, there's something exceptionally comforting about being this close to her, a hint of something familiar that he can't place his finger on. But with the way she's taking his teasing and dishing it right back, the way she's flirting and playing it's difficult to focus on anything else.]
[ She'd made an educated guess, and apparently the right one given his answer. Seeing as no one had gone to the network yelling "EZIO IS BACK!" just yet, it had seemed a reasonable thought. ]
Most of us have been in this city for months, if not years. I just thought that if you needed any help settling in, I could offer.
[ She says this with a genuinely friendly and open smile, no duplicity in her tone or expression. Helping people is something that she's always tried to do, and it doesn't matter, friend or stranger, she's willing to go above and beyond for her fellow human (or the rare non-human). There is, however, an undeniable warmth to her offer with him. Maybe without any other examples to compare he won't notice, but she's especially keen to see him looked after. ]
There's a lot of pretty unbelievable stuff that happens here, in Ourana. It can be a lot to take in, even if you're already used to strange. Like... friends who were here before, returning with no memory of the place...?
[ There. That seemed the most comfortable way for her to transition into the topic. Now she just has to hope he handles it better than a certain firebender did months ago. ]
[Thank goodness. That would be slightly embarrassing, even for him.
He listens to her speak, taking in her explanation, the opening that it gives. It occurs to him that perhaps she is referencing someone in particular instead of someone random. That perhaps she's referencing him.
It would certainly explain why she seemed so comfortable with him, and how easily she had replied in his language just moments before.]
[ There's a small sense of relief when she can't detect a particular EDGE to his tone with that question. In answer Katara offers a nod, watching Ezio while the city goes about its business below. ]
When I first arrived three years ago. You had already been here for a while, so when I showed up, freaking out, you helped me... settle in.
[ More than just "settle in", as is implied. ]
You're the one that taught me how to do all of this.
[ The free running, the flirting, the being comfortable with intimate contact- but she leaves the implication at just the free running. Maybe there's part of her that's curious if he'll eventually figure out the rest. ]
So, I know that must sound strange, but I can't tell you how good it is just to see you again.
[It doesn't take much for him to figure out what all of this truly means.
She had climbed exactly like him, the first telltale sign. She had flirted so easily, had used his own language in return. If they had spent that much time together, then he couldn't imagine that they hadn't, at some point, fulfilled the requirements of this place together as well.]
A little. [Ezio was, thankfully, used to rather strange occurrences. Perhaps not this strange, but it wasn't something he felt the need to freak out over.] But I am glad. That I was able to return to you. Although I am sorry I do not remember.
[ He's right on the money, there. More to the immediate point, though, is his kind words. They'd barely just met, technically speaking he only had her word to go on, but the sentiment that he was glad to come back to her just because she'd missed him was just the sort of kind thing she'd expect from him. ]
I suppose that means you'll just have to get to know me all over again.
[ There's a coy smile on her face as she says it, not trying to cheapen the moment by any means, but it still comes easy, and she's thinking that there's time for deeper conversation yet. ]
[Ezio knew what it was to miss someone, to think that they may never return to you, no matter how desperately, you may wish for them to. To come back to her, to ease some of the ache his leaving must have caused despite not remembering the reasons why was a small blessing.]
I think I am going to enjoy that.
[Reaching out for her, brushing the back of his knuckles against the warmth of her cheek softly, thumb tracing over that smiling bottom lip.]
So tell me, what do you wish to do with this time you have won?
Well and truly, Ezio's return is one of the few things she's genuinely grateful to the Twelve for. For all else that they've done to mess with their lives, now and then it almost feels like they actually listen to prayers. Usually that comes in the form of gifts from home, or boosts to their powers, or granting new abilities, but this is something much more personal, and something that means so much more to her. Even without his memories Ezio has Katara's trust. He's someone she cares for, and someone that she knows she can rely on. It's... probably sort of selfish, looking at it that way, but it's difficult putting into words how much he means to her now. There are certain feelings that she can't just push off onto him without imposing, without being unkind.
It's difficult to remember any of that when he's touching her, though, as always. One hand comes up to his chest, ignoring the armor, the padding, the metalwork, all of it. She touches him as if he isn't wearing anything at all, slow and exploratory. ]
Well... I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place? There's no time like the present, right? To start relearning...?
[ Once the touch of his thumb has passed Katara uses her hold on the back of his wrist to hold his hand still, just long enough for her to press a kiss to the center of his palm while she holds his gaze with hers, a look in her eyes so suggestive that it might as well be a declaration instead. ]
[She touches him like there's nothing there, like the layers of armor and cloth matter little, as if she's feeling his skin and bones instead of hard metal and rough robes. Her fingers tighten around his wrist, hold his hand still long enough for her lips to press into his palm, for her eyes to meet his.
And it's like the world stops spinning.
Because he knows that look. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand. And this is the point where he should tell her that this is nothing more than a one night stand following a silly bet that will likely end up with them being nothing more than friends with occasional benefits.
Should.
But doesn't.
Because that look sends a shiver running down the length of his spine that he could never deny, despite how much he may want to.]
Si. [It's spoken without even thinking.
Just like he's leaning forward without even thinking, gently nudging her nose with his own, before brushing her lips with his. It's soft and quick and nothing at all like a real kiss, but it's a taste of what awaits them.]
Take me home to your bed, Bella. I have so much to learn.
[ Without thinking her eyes close, brushing her nose back against his with the slightest movement, receiving his ghost of a kiss. There is the promise of more, spoken and unspoken, and his words send her insides curling into excited knots.
With blue eyes smoldering Katara draws back, only because she has to, but there's also a hunger there. Wordlessly (for the moment) she stands again, beckoning with that look. ] Let's not waste any time, then. [ It's punctuated by a promising smile before Katara turns her attention back on the path that will lead them back to her apartment. Another race, of sorts, but this time they both know what waits at the end. She's certain that she isn't simply imagining the way that her blood rushes a bit quicker this time as they take to the rooftops once more, the pace easier this time, but no less urgent. And while she mourns the loss of the view of him running in favor of leading, it will ensure a swifter return on their promise.
The way is familiar, and blessedly short. She stops only after reaching the familiarly tiled roof of one of the first apartment buildings in the fire district. An open balcony door on the neighboring building, drapes fluttering lightly with the breeze, signifies that they've arrived, and she leads again by making the leap across, catching herself on the railing of her own balcony, and draws herself up and over to make room for Ezio to follow. ]
[Watching her run was nothing sort of delightful, even if his eyes did falter from time to time, tracing low across her back and downwards. The pace she set was easy to match, despite the need to follow, to stay behind instead of move at her side. She knew the way where he did not, a strange and yet welcome switch on what was usually the norm.
Their path is short - far shorter than he had been expecting - and while he mourns the loss of the sight of her, he knows that a much better one awaits. There's a certain amount of pride that comes from watching her jump so easily from on ledge to another, seeing her grab onto the railing of the balcony and knowing it was him who taught her that.
Following was easy enough, to get a running start across the roof, to launch into the jump that had him landing directly above her apartment. It was easier to drop down then to pull yourself up, and he landed with a small thud next to her, ever the show off.
But they were there now, and there was the welcoming expanse of a bed and privacy awaiting them, making it impossible to keep himself from reaching for her, from wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her in. From angling his head downwards and kissing her in the way he hadn't before, all intense passion and deep longing.]
[ At first Katara thought to look back and down, but she notices his shadow a second before he drops down beside her and she rewards the display of his prowess with a grin. Before a word can be spoken, however, she feels the certainty of his arms around her slender waist, wrapping her up and pulling her close. As he ducks in for the kiss she meets him all too readily, as if she'd welcomed him in such a manner a dozen times over. In truth she probably had, twice that even. There's still an undeniable rush of excitement that comes with that first real kiss, though, whether it's from the thrill of re-familiarizing herself or the abruptness of it, and the comfortable assertiveness he shows in so doing.
Automatically her hands come up, cupping his neck with one hand, the other tangles in fabric with a slow building greed, as if she can't decide between holding on for an anchor and urging him out of his layers already.
Her mind is made up quickly enough, apparently, as she urges him to gradually turn, gently but insistently pushing and walking him slowly back into her apartment. She knows what they both want and she's not afraid to take some initiative to help them get more comfortable. ]
[If he had been aware of how this particular outing was going to end, he would have dressed more suitably. Which definitely did not include his robes, with all of their clasps and layers, yards on top of yards of fabric that were meant to protect him, but often only got in the way during the most intimate of moments.
She pushes and his first instinct is push back, to bring her into some battle for dominance. But it's so easy to figure out where she's trying to lead him, to give into her insistence knowing what awaits them on the other side. To let his fingers go to the ties that hold on his belt, to begin to undo them. But it's difficult when her extremely talented mouth is so distracting.]
[ It doesn't take long to reach their destination, not that she would have minded getting creative, but for the sake of being comfortable in their exploration and fun and more, her bed would allow them much more room.
Her attention was now only divided between kissing him and undressing, rather than those things and navigating. A good thing, too, because she remembers all too well how many layer he has to work through, even though she'd only seen him in full armor once, maybe twice. It was such a regal sight, it's not something one simply forgets. When Ezio's own hands find his belt and begins working the ties open her hands pull away, pull down enough to help with slipping it open once the ties are loose and done with. One obstacle down, still so many layers to go, especially in comparison to her simple attire. She's in her water tribe clothes today, the simpler ones. It won't take long for her to get undressed, meaning she's free to focus on him for now.
He'll feel her lips curve against his, quietly amused at something, tone teasing when she steals her mouth away from his long enough to breathe out the words- ]
And to think it's usually me who's wearing too many layers.
[ Before sealing her lips to his again, tongue teasing, playful and inviting. And there's still the armor at his shoulders, on his wrists, across his chest to worry about. She's sure they can make quick enough work of it all. ]
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theshipyard2015-11-24 09:19 pm
•|| A Pirate's AU For Me ||•
Accustomed to a wide variety of travelers (from sailors to merchants, and from refugees to fishermen) no one gave the crew that stepped off the vessel a second glance. The town was bustling with reds, blues, and rare splashes of oranges and yellows, but the color palette was dominated by the greens and browns of Earth Kingdom citizens and decor. Considering that it wasn't that unusual to see people of all colors and origins come through, least of all a woman with water tribe coloring and an assorted crew. No one was the wiser to the fact that an infamous pirate captain had just come to town.
She didn't walk with the swagger of some pirates, but there was an undeniable confidence in her stride as she passed by stalls, looked over wares, selling freshly caught fish and assorted produce. She wore worn leather boots, dark blue pants, a long sleeved white shirt underneath a simple sleeveless blue tunic trimmed in darker blue and tied with a sash. Her hair fell in rich brown waves to the middle of her back, but she didn't really stand out much from the crowd unless one was good at placing features on faces, and had seen some of the flyers that were recently posted around town.
PROMPT A.) Tavern fun times
One of her very first stops was the nearest tavern for something to eat. Even though you won't see her touching a drop of alcohol she does have other needs that have to be met. While the rest of the men (and women) see about some of their baser needs Katara is seated at the bar fully intent on having a good meal, though she might jump into a brawl if one threatens to interrupt her quiet time or her crew. You're welcome to try to solicit some of her time, for that matter, but be it a bar fight or a rebuke to an unwanted advance you'll find this captain isn't messing around.
Or, you know, you could be lucky and catch her in the mood to entertain company if the offer piques her curiosity enough. Maybe she was even eying you from across the room. Maybe.
PROMPT B.) It's hard out here for a pimp bounty hunter
They were only there to eat, drink, and restock rations, not to intentionally start any trouble- THIS time.
Of course with pirates plans don't always go as intended. What should have been a simple stop for supplies was derailed by one well placed wanted poster or maybe a brawl in a tavern. Whatever the reason it soon had the band split up and scattered to make their way back to the ship, Katara included.
That's how you'll find her, on the run from the local authority or- more likely -bounty hunters!
The question is, are you on her side, theirs, or your own?
(ooc: Bounty hunters and "good Samaritans" are welcome to try to pull Katara aside to either help her lay low or to try to make good on the bounty themselves, just to name a couple ideas.)
PROMPT C.) "Trapped" on an island with a waterbender and some hot spring oh no
No pirate crew is complete without a place to call home-base, right? And Katara will only settle for the best seaside abode because waterbender, which means- that's right. As part of her crew you get one totally amazing island all to yourselves whenever you're not out doing piratey things.
With some group effort the crew has managed to find and maintain an area of hot springs further in on the island. Guess where you'll find your dear captain relaxing for some down time?
Or maybe she's elsewhere and you want to invite her to join you?
(There is also a tree-top housing hideout and jungle/forest near by!)
PROMPT D.) Choose your own adventure!
(ooc: If you have a different pirate-adventure in mind feel free to set it up or ping me about/suggest it! Rival pirate captains? New recruit? Want to play the leader of whatever navy is on Katara's trail? Cabin boy? Something else??) ]
∞ Parkour Zodion Style
Normally he would have been the first to readily agree that all of the sex was the one good thing, but it took something away from it when it became a requirement.
All of these types and styles of buildings are so new to him, and it's taken long hours of practice to find a few that are particularly suitable for practicing his free running. There's a series of high rises somewhat removed from the middle of the city proper, all slightly varying in height, providing an ample challenge, but absolutely nothing he can't handle.
It's a good test of skill, leaping from one building to the next, having to find hand and foot holds on the way up and down, using things he had never thought to before. It's an enjoyable exercise, allowing his mind to numb and drift away from everything else this place would require. It's an unexpected relief.
What's even more unexpected if when he leaps from one building to the next, and spots a blur that turns out to be another person jumping along beside him. There are few other's who could ever keep up quite that way, and he's more impressed and interested.]
Impressive.
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Likely it was his experience and easy going nature.
In addition to telling her about the expectations of the Twelve he'd given her the outlook of the city that kept her sanity intact for years, helped ease her into the idea of having sex not for the sake of love, but survival. He'd given her advice and reassurance when she doubted her capability in the matter, lent an ear when she was homesick, helped her manage the financial aspect of her bending school, and provided her with an outlet by teaching her how to free run. Neither of them had realized it at the time, in the moment, but their friendship had made a lasting impact on her and set the tone for the duration of Katara's stay.
Since, free running had become a staple of her morning routine.
Wake up, make ready for the day, stretch, and then free run from her apartment in the fire district, all the way out to the beach. Yoga, stretch again, practice some waterbending, and then make her way back, stopping at the market along the way for whatever supplies she needed before she went into work at Souzai's Steakhouse.
Today would have been no different, but for the fact that during her morning run today she caught a glimpse of a figure in fleetingly familiar robes, with a blessedly familiar stride. There was, however, arguably something just a bit off about that stride today. It isn't quite as fluid and smooth as usual- graceful, yes, but... lacking the usual confidence and comfort she'd come to appreciate when watching the Italian treat across the rooftops as easily as if they were his playground. He still makes it look easy, but now it's just a bit more raw and less polished than before.
Predictably there's a small pit in her stomach as she realizes what it probably means, that if she's right about the identity of the man under that hood, he probably doesn't remember his previous stay, may not remember her, but it's overshadowed by the joy of seeing him again. And who knows, maybe this time around she can be the one to help him out, if he needs it?
Adjusting her path is an easy and simple task, forming bridges of ice with a quick flash of water to speed her approach, then snatching it back into liquid form and returning it to her water skin on the run once she comes closer. From there it's all physical, no waterbending. Katara's heart races, hair flying in the wind as exhiliration triggers memory of a similar footrace, the overwhelming playfulness, the desire to be chased and captured, and the pleasure of his reward after he'd finally done so. It isn't so this time, but the sheer adrenaline of their activity is still enough to pump endorphins through her system, to put a grin on her face as she answers, his breathing familiar beside her as they run, now almost in harmony- impromptu or not. ]
I had an excellent teacher.
[ She hints, teases, tone all play, and confidence, and joy, satisfied by the praise. ]
You're not bad, yourself!
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For now, all he see's is a rather impressive girl who is currently keeping up with him like it's absolutely no problem and she's been doing this her entire life. Even that teasing, playful tone manages to capture his attention, manages to make an impression, and he glances over his shoulder to look at her for a bare moment before leaping onto the next building beside them.
It also sparked a hint of curiosity over who could have taught her, considering he had spotted no one else so high up since his arrival. But that was a question better saved for when they weren't in the middle of an impromptu free run race.]
So I have heard.
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But she has him at an unfair advantage, being familiar with his methods, his tricks, his attention to detail. She'd learned from him after he'd already honed and perfected parkour in Ourana's changing architecture, with the Air district being the most ideal, but the Water District offering the most challenge, while the Fire district offered the most verticality.
Besides, as much as she's enjoying this, truth be told she wants, more than that, to catch up, to talk, and... as her blood pumps faster and hotter, maybe a more hands on welcome.
She points out a landmark in the distance, wondering if he'd take the challenge. ]
Race to the top of the marketplace? It's that green dome just ahead!
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But honestly, that had never stopped him before, and it didn't stop himself now. There's a cocky sort of smirk present on his face as he turns his attention towards her.]
And what do I get when I win?
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Laughing, because she's used that exact phrasing before when challenging others, and because she'd missed this confidence of his, she replies with a smirk of her own after. ]
Oh, I'm sure I could think of something suitable... if you win.
[ Boldness, he'd complimented her for it once, encouraged it, even. It had surprised her only a little bit to learn how much other men found that sort of trait desirable in a woman, but it's something that she's had no trouble embracing. Now, especially, is no different. ]
For my prize- [ Said before stepping up onto a ledge and launching herself across a small gap, landing in a way that lets her momentum continue sweeping her forward. ] -I'll take the pleasure of your company for my prize. Deal?
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Deal. [He follows her movement perfectly, only faltering to climb atop the stack of a chimney, using the height to his advantage, launching across to the next building with a speed and grace only granted through practice and experience.] If you win.
[And he has absolutely no intention of making it easy for her.]
I'll leave it up to you which one won!
He made her work for every inch, whether it was to take the lead or to keep pace or to catch up when he found a way to get ahead of her. Her heart raced, and her blood sang, and for the first time in a long time Katara felt so joyously free that she could shout. Alas, better to save her breath for the exertion of the race.
At some point she lost track of who was leading, eyes only on the prize ahead. Maybe she simply stopped caring who won and was simply running for the sheer thrill of it. Besides, she has a pretty good idea that they both want the same thing for their reward, and even if not his return truly is enough of a prize in and of itself. That doesn't stop her from giving it her all, however.
When at last their boots touch down on the marketplace her chest is rising and falling in a much more pronounced way than before, and there's a peel of laughter, as if she'd been freed from some heavy cloud hanging over her head. He might think her just a bit touched in the head for it, but Katara can't help it. The rush of such a work out always puts her in a good mood, almost as readily as being allowed to play in her element for the simple pleasure of it. ]
Oh... It's been too long since I had someone to race...!
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But he doesn't mind. It had been far too long since anyone had been able to keep up with him like that, years since he'd had someone else who was talented enough to race him and have any hope of winning. Happiness alights within his own chest, despite the way his back currently aches from pushing himself so hard.
There's a deep chuckle of laughter that rises from within his throat at her words, and although his own breathing is more or less under control, it's coming a bit harder than before.]
I can not imagine why. [It's said in jest, before he reaches upwards, fingers slipping inside his hood and pushing it downwards, allowing the fabric to fall away from his face and come to rest around his shoulders.] That was quite impressive, bella.
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"That was quite impressive, bella."
Unbidden the smile comes, but with it she reminds herself that she has to tread carefully if just for now. Katara's been here long enough to know that not everyone takes so well to the revelation that they've had their memories tampered with, sometimes erased, or sometimes it's not their memories, but time. It's much too early to drop a bombshell like that on her friend (she hopes she'll still be able to call him that, at least). ]
Well... like I said, I had an excellent teacher, bello.
[ The word doesn't roll quite as easily from her tongue as a non-native speaker, but she says it with more ease than someone fumbling over the word for the first time. It's both for the sake of using an affectionate nickname and the first breadcrumb. She won't be able to shield him from finding out that he's been here before, not once he gets on the network or encounters others he knew here, but she at least wants to give him a little time.
She draws her arms up over her head then, pulling at first one, then the other to help loosen up her shoulders and stretch out her muscles. Pulling herself up, catching those hand and foot holds, it would take an inevitable toll on the body but no worse than her waterbending did when she was in full form. ]
I'm Katara, since it looks like we'll be spending some time together. [ The smile this time is just a touch flirtatious, unavoidably so. The mood as it were was ripe for such a tone. ]
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That was not where the strangeness began. It began with the fact that it did not seem as if she should know the word at all. There was no all too familiar accent present when she spoke - and while it was possible that she had learned it elsewhere, something about it didn't seem right.
But he allowed it to pass, let go of it and moved on, focusing on what else was currently being presented so easily to him and filing that particular curiosity away.
She goes from captivating by the sight of him to flirting with such an ease that it's impressive - and he's quickly coming to find that there are many impressive things about her. Even as he moves towards the same ledge and lowers himself into a matching position, placing himself just a little bit closer than would likely be considered comfortable by most strangers who had only just met, their shoulders and legs brushing as they moved.]
It is entirely my pleasure to meet you, Katara. I am Ezio. [The smile upon his own face is equally flirtatious with just a little hint of mischief shining through.] If that is what you wish.
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The physical contact between them, for one, is blessedly comfortable, easy. She relaxes into the touches and purposely lets her own shoulder and leg bump and brush his in return. ]
I think that's a pretty decent prize.
[ She's teasing now, expression somewhere between a playful grin and smirk. Her conscience won't let her go further without clearing something up first, though. ]
You just arrived in the city, Ezio?
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Indeed, there's something exceptionally comforting about being this close to her, a hint of something familiar that he can't place his finger on. But with the way she's taking his teasing and dishing it right back, the way she's flirting and playing it's difficult to focus on anything else.]
Si. I arrived only recently. Why do you ask?
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Most of us have been in this city for months, if not years. I just thought that if you needed any help settling in, I could offer.
[ She says this with a genuinely friendly and open smile, no duplicity in her tone or expression. Helping people is something that she's always tried to do, and it doesn't matter, friend or stranger, she's willing to go above and beyond for her fellow human (or the rare non-human). There is, however, an undeniable warmth to her offer with him. Maybe without any other examples to compare he won't notice, but she's especially keen to see him looked after. ]
There's a lot of pretty unbelievable stuff that happens here, in Ourana. It can be a lot to take in, even if you're already used to strange. Like... friends who were here before, returning with no memory of the place...?
[ There. That seemed the most comfortable way for her to transition into the topic. Now she just has to hope he handles it better than a certain firebender did months ago. ]
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He listens to her speak, taking in her explanation, the opening that it gives. It occurs to him that perhaps she is referencing someone in particular instead of someone random. That perhaps she's referencing him.
It would certainly explain why she seemed so comfortable with him, and how easily she had replied in his language just moments before.]
Are you saying we meet in this place before?
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When I first arrived three years ago. You had already been here for a while, so when I showed up, freaking out, you helped me... settle in.
[ More than just "settle in", as is implied. ]
You're the one that taught me how to do all of this.
[ The free running, the flirting, the being comfortable with intimate contact- but she leaves the implication at just the free running. Maybe there's part of her that's curious if he'll eventually figure out the rest. ]
So, I know that must sound strange, but I can't tell you how good it is just to see you again.
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She had climbed exactly like him, the first telltale sign. She had flirted so easily, had used his own language in return. If they had spent that much time together, then he couldn't imagine that they hadn't, at some point, fulfilled the requirements of this place together as well.]
A little. [Ezio was, thankfully, used to rather strange occurrences. Perhaps not this strange, but it wasn't something he felt the need to freak out over.] But I am glad. That I was able to return to you. Although I am sorry I do not remember.
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I suppose that means you'll just have to get to know me all over again.
[ There's a coy smile on her face as she says it, not trying to cheapen the moment by any means, but it still comes easy, and she's thinking that there's time for deeper conversation yet. ]
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I think I am going to enjoy that.
[Reaching out for her, brushing the back of his knuckles against the warmth of her cheek softly, thumb tracing over that smiling bottom lip.]
So tell me, what do you wish to do with this time you have won?
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Well and truly, Ezio's return is one of the few things she's genuinely grateful to the Twelve for. For all else that they've done to mess with their lives, now and then it almost feels like they actually listen to prayers. Usually that comes in the form of gifts from home, or boosts to their powers, or granting new abilities, but this is something much more personal, and something that means so much more to her. Even without his memories Ezio has Katara's trust. He's someone she cares for, and someone that she knows she can rely on. It's... probably sort of selfish, looking at it that way, but it's difficult putting into words how much he means to her now. There are certain feelings that she can't just push off onto him without imposing, without being unkind.
It's difficult to remember any of that when he's touching her, though, as always. One hand comes up to his chest, ignoring the armor, the padding, the metalwork, all of it. She touches him as if he isn't wearing anything at all, slow and exploratory. ]
Well... I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place? There's no time like the present, right? To start relearning...?
[ Once the touch of his thumb has passed Katara uses her hold on the back of his wrist to hold his hand still, just long enough for her to press a kiss to the center of his palm while she holds his gaze with hers, a look in her eyes so suggestive that it might as well be a declaration instead. ]
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And it's like the world stops spinning.
Because he knows that look. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand. And this is the point where he should tell her that this is nothing more than a one night stand following a silly bet that will likely end up with them being nothing more than friends with occasional benefits.
Should.
But doesn't.
Because that look sends a shiver running down the length of his spine that he could never deny, despite how much he may want to.]
Si. [It's spoken without even thinking.
Just like he's leaning forward without even thinking, gently nudging her nose with his own, before brushing her lips with his. It's soft and quick and nothing at all like a real kiss, but it's a taste of what awaits them.]
Take me home to your bed, Bella. I have so much to learn.
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With blue eyes smoldering Katara draws back, only because she has to, but there's also a hunger there. Wordlessly (for the moment) she stands again, beckoning with that look. ] Let's not waste any time, then. [ It's punctuated by a promising smile before Katara turns her attention back on the path that will lead them back to her apartment. Another race, of sorts, but this time they both know what waits at the end. She's certain that she isn't simply imagining the way that her blood rushes a bit quicker this time as they take to the rooftops once more, the pace easier this time, but no less urgent. And while she mourns the loss of the view of him running in favor of leading, it will ensure a swifter return on their promise.
The way is familiar, and blessedly short. She stops only after reaching the familiarly tiled roof of one of the first apartment buildings in the fire district. An open balcony door on the neighboring building, drapes fluttering lightly with the breeze, signifies that they've arrived, and she leads again by making the leap across, catching herself on the railing of her own balcony, and draws herself up and over to make room for Ezio to follow. ]
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Their path is short - far shorter than he had been expecting - and while he mourns the loss of the sight of her, he knows that a much better one awaits. There's a certain amount of pride that comes from watching her jump so easily from on ledge to another, seeing her grab onto the railing of the balcony and knowing it was him who taught her that.
Following was easy enough, to get a running start across the roof, to launch into the jump that had him landing directly above her apartment. It was easier to drop down then to pull yourself up, and he landed with a small thud next to her, ever the show off.
But they were there now, and there was the welcoming expanse of a bed and privacy awaiting them, making it impossible to keep himself from reaching for her, from wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her in. From angling his head downwards and kissing her in the way he hadn't before, all intense passion and deep longing.]
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Automatically her hands come up, cupping his neck with one hand, the other tangles in fabric with a slow building greed, as if she can't decide between holding on for an anchor and urging him out of his layers already.
Her mind is made up quickly enough, apparently, as she urges him to gradually turn, gently but insistently pushing and walking him slowly back into her apartment. She knows what they both want and she's not afraid to take some initiative to help them get more comfortable. ]
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She pushes and his first instinct is push back, to bring her into some battle for dominance. But it's so easy to figure out where she's trying to lead him, to give into her insistence knowing what awaits them on the other side. To let his fingers go to the ties that hold on his belt, to begin to undo them. But it's difficult when her extremely talented mouth is so distracting.]
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Her attention was now only divided between kissing him and undressing, rather than those things and navigating. A good thing, too, because she remembers all too well how many layer he has to work through, even though she'd only seen him in full armor once, maybe twice. It was such a regal sight, it's not something one simply forgets. When Ezio's own hands find his belt and begins working the ties open her hands pull away, pull down enough to help with slipping it open once the ties are loose and done with. One obstacle down, still so many layers to go, especially in comparison to her simple attire. She's in her water tribe clothes today, the simpler ones. It won't take long for her to get undressed, meaning she's free to focus on him for now.
He'll feel her lips curve against his, quietly amused at something, tone teasing when she steals her mouth away from his long enough to breathe out the words- ]
And to think it's usually me who's wearing too many layers.
[ Before sealing her lips to his again, tongue teasing, playful and inviting. And there's still the armor at his shoulders, on his wrists, across his chest to worry about. She's sure they can make quick enough work of it all. ]