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Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.

From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.

Good.

Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.

Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.

He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.

As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.

He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.

"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"

But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.

Embarassment was his life.

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He was grinning, if still a little pink, and he put the bubble pipe down on the table as he sat down.

Holding out a hand.

"I'm Danny."

She's spent too much time at home - it takes a second to remember what to do with that hand. But eventually, Katara is offering hers, clasping his and lightly and smiling. "Katara. Nice to meet you."

Very nice - the kind of nice that has her smiling and giggling a little still. "Got caught off-guard, huh?"

It was not a rare thing for a girl to be laughing at him, but it was a rare thing for a cute girl other than Sam--and she was very pretty--to be laughing and smiling and actually nice about it, so he was still a little pink.

"Just a little. Sometimes I think this place has a really, really horrible sense of humor."

His palms were sweaty to start with, so hand was getting clammy in the plastic bag.

"Uh, hold on a minute. My hand is suffocating." He tugged at the rubber bands and pulled the stupid bag off his be-casted wrist.

"I think I agree with you," Katara notes, and the smile is a little wry, eyes rolling a bit. Milliways does have a way of-- irritating the hell out of everyone that comes across it.

Too busy giggling at his attire before, she's only just now noticing the bag, brows rising as he pulls at it. "What happened to you arm?"

"I, uh, broke my wrist in a fight," he said. "Saving the world kind of...thing. We were fighting a Sumerian God that was trying to manifest one my world because this building was, like, channelign psychic energy or some...thing" A pause. "It was really weird and is hard to explain."

He looked sheepish.

"I'm a superhero."

For a moment, Katara blinks and looks like maybe, just maybe, she's either going to burst into squeals of fangirlish glee or ask him what sort of crack he's smoking.

But the moment passes and she just smiles-- though she also looks suitably impressed.

"Neat. And-- superheroes are the people that save the world?"

Where she comes from, those people are called Avatars!

That was a weird look. It made Danny slightly self-conscious because he was afraid that maybe she thought he was on crack.

But the smile made all that evaporate.

"Pretty much." He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I usually fight ghosts. I have superpowers."

"Superpowers?" Katara repeats, brows up. "Like what?" What were regularpowers?

But she keeps her smile, not picking up on the nervousness, and sticks to her questions. "Ghosts... like spirits?"

"Uh yeah, spirits. Evil spirits. Only some of them aren't so much evil as annoying and ineffectual, but some are dangerous," Danny said. Judging from her clothes, she had to be, like, Native-American or something. "See, my parents made this machine, to open up a portal--a door--to the Ghost Zone--the spirit world. Only it didn't work. So I went inside it, flicked a switch by accident, and it turned on and it sort of changed me. I'm half a ghost--half a spirit now."

"A half spirit?" This-- well, yeah, it is actually unheard of for Katara. Sure, there were stories of humans-turned-spirits, or even spirits dallying with humans and leaving children behind, but they were always human children, so...

"It was just an accident? Don't they spirits get upset that you've stolen their-- powers?"

"I...I don't think I actually took them from anyone," he said, not that he'd ever thought about it before. "It's more like whatever makes a spirit a spirit...happened to me. Only I can still be just human, too."

A pause.

"I can show you. It's pretty cool."

"Y-- you can do that?"

There should be a note of desperation in her tone, something to return the Northern princess-- if she hadn't just seen her brother get over his funk and make out with another girl. Now...

Well, he is offering. She smiles again, slightly and thoughtful and nods. "Sure."

"G--"

Okay, no dorky catchphrases in front of cute girls.

There was that familiar feeling, a hot and cold at his chest, that spread, and the rings of light swept up and down his body, the black jumpsuit replacing the robe, his hair going white...

His arm was still broken, but the cast was different. In fact it was glowing faintly.

He frowned at it. "Well, that looks stupid."

He floated up into the air.

"Boo."

Katara-- really isn't sure how to act, honestly. Aang glows, but Aang glows before doing something terrifying and losing his mind and Danny doesn't appear to have lost any mind-bits. So she just blinks at him, startled and unsure as the rings of light sweep around, looks over at his cast when he does, blinks as he rises into the air...

And grins abruptly, laughing a little at his greeting.

"Oh, no."

She's terrified!!

"So you just-- fly? You don't 'bend or anything?"

"Oh no, I can do, like, fifty billion things."

Okay, so he was exagerrating a little.

"Okay, so that's exagerrating a little, but I can do lots of stuff."

"Like going through things." He demonstrated by flying right through a table. "And I'm pretty much a champ at hiding."

He blinked invisible, then blinked back.

"Uh, I have other ones." He held out his good hand and it glowed with a bright green light before he let it fade. "But they're a little too destructive to use indoors."

That's totally like fifty billion things! Katara looks impressed, at least! Or at least pretty startled!

"Wow... and you can just turn it on and off like that? That's amazing!"

"Yeah. And I have this ghostly wail and um, I've been talking a lot about myself, haven't I."

He floated back down to the floor.

"What are you?"

A pause and he winced. "Okay, you're a girl--I mean, not that you have to be anything, it's just most people here--um..."

He fumbled his way to a pause.

"Let me start over: Hi! I'm Danny."

Danny's so good at being bumbling and awkward. Katara would find him so incredibly precious if he wasn't also kind of sweet and making her laugh.

...and stare at him for a second before she smirks.

"We went over that part - and it's okay, I know what you meant. I'm a Waterbender."

"A whatashoozit?"

How did you bend water?

Magnets?

Wait...uh. Okay, maybe he should've paid better attention in science class.

The rings swept up and down again and he was back in his robe, eyebrows quirked with interest.

Katara laughs again, just a little, at his confusion and-- well, she has cocoa, not water. She has to get up and go bother Bar for it, get a little glass and come back to the table...

Where she twirls her fingers over the glass and makes it rise and twist in pretty, miniature patterns.

"Waterbending."

"That. Is one of the coolest things. I have ever seen," Danny declared, eyes wide. "How much can you do with it? Can you do more than just moving a glass? Can you, like, make ice or something? Is it something you were born with or can anybody learn it--can I learn it?"

"I was born with it," Katara replies, laughing again at his enthusiasm and looks around at the bar for a minute, thoughtful.

"We can go outside to the lake, if you want. Stuff like that, I learned when I was little, but I mostly do combat-bending. I'm not really an artist."

"Comba--yes! Lake!" He bursted out with, and then looked embarassed.

"That would be totally cool. I could show you the other stuff I can do, too." A pause. "Just...let me get some pants?"

She's laughing again - his enthusiasm and his need for pants, but it's the latter that has her dark face coloring a little as she nods. "Go ahead - I'll meet you out there. I'll warm up while you're getting ready."

And that's where she'll be! Heading out under the sun and standing by the water, running through basic paces with a glob of lakewater.

When he came outside, he had pants, shoes, and even a t-shirt, though he was wearing the robe overtop because it was cushy and it was frigid out.

His breath puffed out in a little cloud of mist and for once, it wasn't his ghost sense going off.

He met her lakeside, looking just as enthusiastic as before. "Okay, this is totally going to be good, I just know it."