dangerouswind: (i do smile really)
Temari ([personal profile] dangerouswind) wrote2011-03-24 03:42 pm

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[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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[identity profile] dangerouswind.livejournal.com 2011-04-09 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
... When was the last time you appreciated variety?
endgames: (Heh)

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[personal profile] endgames 2011-04-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
This morning. Had bacon and toast.

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[identity profile] dangerouswind.livejournal.com 2011-04-11 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh so dryly:] Be still my heart. Add juice and I might not know what to think.
endgames: (Uh-huh)

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[personal profile] endgames 2011-04-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
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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[identity profile] dangerouswind.livejournal.com 2011-04-15 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah. Get outta here, crybaby. It's not raining that hard.

[Except it is, and she'll follow suit soon enough.]
endgames: (you got it)

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[personal profile] endgames 2011-04-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
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.