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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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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."

Glancing back as he approaches, Katara smirks a little, amused. She'd retrieved her parka at least, and bending in that was simple - it's how she'd done it most of her life!

"What do you think I'm going to do? I mean-- what do you want to see? It wouldn't be a good idea to spar, since our powers are so different. ...At least, I don't think so."

But an invitation to show off would be pretty cool!

"Anything, really," he said. "Can you make big waves?"

A blink and she smirks - terribly.

A careful stance, hands up, a roll of her body-- and the water rolls with her, a twenty foot wave rising up in the middle of the lake, only to come crashing down with a roar and a monstrous splash!

...not where anyone's sitting, of course.

And Katara smirks. How about a challenge, Danny, come on!

"Way cool," he said, admiringly. "So let me give you a challenge."

He transformed, so he wouldn't be cold anymore. "Freeze up this whole section of the lake near the bar."

Grinning a little, Katara raises her arms. She wouldn't do something like that in the summer, when the fish were near the surface, but she knew they'd be hibernating now - no problem! They'd be fine!

A swoop of her arms and a pivot of her feet and hips and ice crackles as it slides all the across the lake, right up to puttng frost on the grass of the bank.

"Want to see what else I can do?" Danny asked, looking extremely impressed.

Anything you can do, I can do better...

Unknowing of the little ditty that just ran through her mun's head, Katara looks back at Danny and grins, reversing her motion to put the lake back to water as she nods. "Sure!"

I can do anything better than you...

Green light glowed in his palms and he shot it towards the lake, breaking up the ice. He made one large orb with both hands ands tossed it.

Kashunk! Ice flotsam and a little plume of water went up.

"Nothin' but net," said the dork.

Admittedly, the reference doesn't get through to Katara and she doesn't really understand why he wants a net.

But that was still neat! So she laughs anyway, sensing the dorkiness, and takes a stance, arms motioning--

And there's a fish sculpture, sitting on top of the ice-- sticking its tongue out at Danny.

"Your net appears to be weak," Katara informs him, eyes innocently wide.

He flew in to inspect the fish, tilting his head.

"So's your fish." He put a hand on it, and phased the whole thing, dropping down with it as it fell through the ice and half-standing, half-floating on the lake's frosty covering. "Wait, what fish?"

"Hey!" she calls, hands on her hips and grinning-- and then there is another stance and more movement and--

Well, she knows he can get out of it easily, but there's something very satisfying about wrapping a boy up in a giant ice ball. Even if it's not Zuko.

There was a muffled, "Oh, ha ha."

Then he disappeared. Down through the lake, up through the ground he goes, where he stops, nobody knows, and...

She got a tap on her back and Danny was floating there lazily examining his nails.

Katara didn't jump. Seriously. It would be embarrassing if she had jumped, so she didn't.

Actually, she did because this wasn't Zuko and it was fun and she laughed when she did it, batting at him and his nails.

"That's not fair at all - anything anyone does, you could just phase through or go invisible!"

"Yep."

He was grinning. He knew how powerful that made him.

"So long as I can phase fast enough, nothing can touch me." He tugged playfully on her braid. "But I can still touch them."

A hand waves and she bats at him, smirking as he teases her. "Definitely cheating. Not even the Avatar can do something like that."

It's kind of strange to her, someone able to be practically invincible. Aang was the closest to something like that and he was still in danger.

If she'd said that out loud, he would have told her he was nowhere near invincible. When things could touch it him it hurt. The cast alone was proof of that.

"What's the Avatar?" A forum icon? Whut?

"He's... well, he's like a spirit himself," Katara explains, gesturing a little. "He can bend every element - I'm from the Water Tribe, so I'm a Waterbender, and my friend Toph is from the Earth Kingdom and she's an Earthbender, but Aang - he's the Avatar. He can bend water, earth, air, and fire, too."

Just-- not so much with the fire.

"There's always been an Avatar, he... well, he reincarnates, sort of. That's why he's like a spirit."

"Wow." Danny sounded suitably impressed. "He sounds pretty powerful. Why is there one, though? I mean, someone born into that."

He couldn't imagine being born with that kind of power, rather than just getting it in an accident. It was being a reincarnating mutate.

"To keep the balance." Looking around for a second, Katara nods toward a nearby bench and smiles as she heads toward it. "Like I said, I'm from the Water Tribe - my world is divided into elements. The Avatar is supposed to be our bridge between nations, to keep us all connected and peaceful."

In theory.

He thought about that, following her over, floating, his legs going wispy into that weird tail like they sometimes did. "You know, I'd say it makes no sense for the world to be split up like that, but people are even worse about differences in my world. Skin color, stuff like that."

It was something he rarely gave a lot of thought to, but then they were all one huge, multicolored, many-cultured mass of screaming people he had to save from blob monsters.

"Skin color? Well... we're seperated by that, too, I guess." Katara shrugs a little as she sits down, looking up at him. "Both of the Water Tribes are dark, the Fire Nation is always pale. The Earth Kingdom's somewhere between."

The Air Nomads aren't really applicable anymore.

"A lot of the people around here think it's weird, but... I guess if you aren't seperated by something in the first place, people will make something to be seperated about." Which is terribly depressing and gets rid of her smile pretty quickly.

"It used to be pretty bad in my country--still is in some places."

Thankfully at school Tucker only got singled out for being a dork, not because of the color of his skin.

"But at least your world has something like that--someone who can be the bridge between everybody."

He hovered over the bench, ghost-tail a-wigglin'.

Things are going really well at home, the hundred year war near the end of its run...

So she sees no reason to correct him, smile optimistic, hopeful.

"Yeah. It's hard for him sometimes, but we all believe in him."