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[dangerouswind]

[Do you know what a wind user does in the rain? She kicks up one hell of a localized storm just outside the village. She's no waterbender, but she's seeing if she can concentrate enough on those gusts of wind to send the water in whatever direction she deems necessary.

It's not all that productive -- after all, raindrops aren't the best weapon -- but focusing on her control is always good training.

Besides, she's just happy to play in the rain.

Later, she'll be found wandering the village, soaking wet and not going in any particular direction. She might stop in the bakery for something sweet and she'll be popping into Good Spirits a little later for something bracing to drink.

She'll even address the village at large, via an unfiltered message in the journal:]

I love the rain.

[So sue her. She's actually in a good mood.]

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[You are insane, Shikamaru.]

So... your curiosity trumps any sort of trouble it would cause you. [A beat.] Somehow I find it hard to believe that working with all the spirits here is somehow less troublesome than working on your own techniques.

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Maybe I appreciate the variety.

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

... When was the last time you appreciated variety?

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This morning. Had bacon and toast.

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

[Oh so dryly:] Be still my heart. Add juice and I might not know what to think.

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Baby steps; that's the trick.

[The rain is starting to come down harder now, and he squints up to see the clouds darkening to an angry gray overhead.]

Following that line of thought: I think I'm gonna call it a day on training.

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[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Get outta here, crybaby. It's not raining that hard.

[Except it is, and she'll follow suit soon enough.]

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Woe. I apologize for possessing common sense. Clearly it's blurred my vision to the point that I'm seeing things. Like impending storms.

[Have a lazy salute and half of a fond smirk.] Later, troublesome woman.