http://blueisboring.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] blueisboring.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2009-03-25 10:16 am
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Jordan and Ai-Ling did, eventually, find a workable motor vehicle; a dark green Sedan car that must have been conveniently flashed in recently, from its relative newness and working condition. They strapped Jordan's new push bike to the trunk and headed towards Kansas.

Ai-ling hasn't turned out to be a natural driver. The car's workings are counter-inuitive to her and she needs things explaining a post-industrial person would take for granted.

She is, however, dedicated to learning, and there's not a lot more to expect from a student, so she's soon capable at least of keeping them moving along an empty desert road.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
At least they have their priorities straight. Even if Jordan has that amused smile while Ai-Ling drives up to the hills.

Then there are lessons in parking and a whistle given so Journey will get out of the car (and stop laying on top of Ai-Ling's spear), and Jordan starts wandering about to pick up kindling and rocks for a fire pit. Not far, just around the edges of what she's mentally considering to be a campsite.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Jordan looks up at the wave and gives a nod. Ai-Ling certainly doesn't need a babysitter, or someone to distract her from her work.

If it's really that difficult, she considers idly as she starts putting rocks down for the fire pit, she could hunt. She'd have to learn a new way of tracking, is all. And rid herself of the unsettling thought that she'd be killing something that wasn't hurting any humans.

Of course, she had burgers at home, so she recognizes it's a bit hypocritical. It's just harder to kill Bambi's mother when he's watching you do it.

By the time Ai-Ling is back, there's a fire blazing, some wittled sticks set up for roasting, Journey chasing a rabbit down the field (and making entirely too much noise to ever be considered stealthy), and Jordan by the fire with her backpack at her feet.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-27 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan's eyes are a little wide at the rabbits. Not for seeing a dead animal so much as being impressed that Ai-Ling was able to catch something that small and fast.

And more impressed when she goes about skinning them. Nothing Jordan's ever skinned has ever been quite that clean or professional.

She nods in response and glances around them. It isn't an eerie sort of quiet (yet, maybe) but it's worth commenting on all the same. After all the warnings she'd received, she'd expected there to be more noise in the calmer times than Journey's barking.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-27 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
She gets a frown in return - though, to be fair, it was already there at the word 'flash.' For the actual question, Jordan grins at her and shrugs. "I don't mind."

Charlie chatters constantly when they go on hunts. It doesn't bother her a bit.

After a moment, she digs a bag of trail mix out of her backpack and offers it to Ai-Ling. "A flash?"

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-27 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Frowning, thoughtful, Jordan nods again - and takes a handful of trailmix herself. She does remember a flash, and she'd heard a loud sound right before Journey appears.

"What shows up that's dangerous?"

Just lions?

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-28 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan nods, thoughtful - which is then broken up by a grin at Ai-Ling's reaction to trailmix. She takes a handful of it herself and whistles to get Journey to quit chasing whatever small critters she's found now.

"Anything else?" she asks, looking back at Ai-Ling while Journey romps up the hill and immediately sets on the trailmix in Jordan's palm. Angry spirits she can handle but she'd rather not get snuck up on by any other supernatural things.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-28 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan's guessing a bit. Ai-Ling, she thinks, might put a werewolf under the animal category, a shapeshifter under human. Maybe a wendigo would be an animal, too, or a vampire human. But it's nice to get a more detailed definition on things.

Y'know. Since her life might depend on it later or something.

"Benders?"

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-29 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan's eyebrows drop, not quite sure if she's understanding. But when she asks the next question, it's said in the tone of some obviously aware she might be insulting... and still needing to ask.

"They're human?"

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-03-30 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Jordan nods and considers the subject dropped.

Between them. If they actually find one of these people and they use their powers on another person...

"Your world isn't anything like this, is it?"

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
And Jordan will continue being impressed.

(it probably won't stop her from fighting back, too, though)

She waits politely for a few moments for Ai-Ling to continue, still munching on trailmix, waiting for the rabbits to cook. Journey gets a few handfuls of mix, too. And if Ai-Ling doesn't continue on her own, she'll consider that subject dropped too.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
The silence on Jordan's side takes on a more surprised air and she blinks - but it clicks a moment later. "For the benders?" she guesses.

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jordan nods, smiling slightly, and moves the hand unburdened with trailmix in a waving motion. "I mean... only Earthbenders come from the Earth Kingdom, only... Waterbenders come from the Water Tribe...?"

[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
That conjures a blink and lifted brows.

"It's... hereditary?"

It's genetic?