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[wilder]

[Backdated to yesterday]

[Friends from Aselia (aka not Yuan)]

[He promised Korra he would ask people to come, so here we go]

Yo. Some cute girl named Korra wants to go up to the mountains on Saturday to train, so she doesn't terrify ducks or something with her powers. So I'll be gone all day since it's a few hours ride.

If any of you wanna tag along or whatever, I won't stop you. Korra sounded excited about the snow up there, so there's that.

[....What he never said he'd be GOOD at it]

[/Filter]

[Zelos meanwhile is chilling under a tree near the duckpond, since the roof seemed lame today. He's got his hands behind his head as he rests again the tree, his legs stretched out in front of him. Mostly he seems to be watching things around him, still deciding whether or not he's glad to be back. The ducks are doing their own thing in the pond, though they seem to be evading him, even going out their way to do so and if one steps near it will even hiss at him. Because hey, they still remember him as the dude the tore up the place sparring with Korra.]

[Oh well]

[OOC: open post!]

Comments

[persequor]

[ It fades as she looks thoughtfully to the distance. ]

Have you ever played with the filters?

[wilder]

Hmmm...when I first got here. [to make sure they were actually SECURE]

Why?

[persequor]

What did you use?

[wilder]

Nothing too special...filtered to a group of women who knew how to use certain technology, checked to make sure stuff was actually private- stuff like that.

[persequor]

Want to play with them now? [ There is no ulterior motive... /jedi mind trick ]

[wilder]

[he raises an eyebrow]

Uh...maybe? What do you wanna do?

[persequor]

Come up with weird filters and see who answers?

[wilder]

Heh.

What kinda filter did you have in mind?

[persequor]

[ Skinchangers. ]

Do I have to think of everything?

[wilder]

What? I'm laazzzzzyyy.

[persequor]

Finally, we agree.

[wilder]

[he sticks his tongue out at her]

Nyah!

[persequor]

[ Zelos' ribs meet Arya's elbow. ]

[wilder]

Owww!

Okay okay, try people who can't cook.

[persequor]

[ She hands him her journal with a dazzling smile. ]

You do it.

[wilder]

What? But it's your idea!

[persequor]

[ Wider grin. ] But if anyone is offended, they'll blame you.

[ You're the adult here, man. Take the fall. ]

[wilder]

...Lemme get this straight, I'm your scape goat now?

[persequor]

Mayhaps. But only in this. [ The second part is honest. ]

[wilder]

[he siiiighs and writes in a filter for terrible terrible cooks with a quick "Hello!" except I'm not adding that in because this post is several days late and I'm lazy]

[persequor]

[ Despite seeing him write it, she cannot see the filter. She smiles slightly. ]

Let's try something else while we wait. Mm...people who like the color grey!

[wilder]

Okay okay...

[Writing that one in too!]

[persequor]

[ That one she can see. Her expression doesn't shift. Yet her heartbeat jumps before she mentions the last filter. ]

Now skinchangers.

[wilder]

Skinchangers?

[He KNEW You had an ulterior motive! He hesitates, before writing it as a filter]

[persequor]

[ The filter remains very, very visible. She can feel her heartbeat in her wrists. Swallowing, she looks to Nymeria. The only thing remaining of the duck are feathers. ]

They're a story.

[ And monsters every one of them. ]