mixingbowl | OPEN POST

[The day starts off somewhat normal for the people in Apartment 20.3. Korra getting up early, Wan and Sonia still sleeping... at least, it appears that way. The illusion is quickly shattered when a tiny lump jumps onto Wan's stomach and probably waking him.]

Are you my new baby sitter?

[When Wan opens his eyes, he'll find a shrunken version of his future self peering down at him curiously.]

[Heart still beating fast, despite knowing that the bird-thing now cradled in her arms is harmless, Korra hardly has time to recuperate before she hears something else that makes her sit up in alarm. Footsteps...and a voice?

Her eyes widen when she sees his face.]

I know you!

[It is said that there was once a little girl who couldn't reach her spiritual side. No matter how hard she tried.

But there was one thing she could reach, all so easily. Her dreams. After all, in dreams, things are possible that are not even possible in the spirit world.

Such as meeting a monk, around the same age, who is currently giggling and hugging a baby bison.

He turns and faces the girl with a boyish grin.]

Hey! Come play with me!

[One would think that in such a spiritual world, filled with monks and benders, the Spirit of Winter would find more believers around. Sadly that's not the case - people are still very picky when it comes to choosing what to believe in or not.

So it's during times like today that Jack Frost gets tired of trying and decide just to lose himself in the vasts deserts of ice and snow, bothering otter-penguins and tiger-seals, trying to find the rarer bear-dog to ride and place races against.

What he doesn't expect to find is a little girl looking quite out of place in the middle of the white background.]

I wonder if she's lost... how did she even get here in the first place?

[Talking to the animals is an old habit of his to fight loneliness. It isn't like she can really hear him anyway... can she?]

[The past few years have been exceptionally rough for Tenzin, ever since his father passed. He'd taken it upon himself to manage a majority of his leftover tasks while saving the grieving for his private time. ...If it hadn't been for Pema, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to hold onto his sanity.

And now the news has finally reached him through the White Lotus. The new Avatar has been found, filling Tenzin with a full spectrum of emotions. Confusion and hurt - part of him thought that Avatar Aang would just get back up and start living again, after all he was said to have come back from the dead once yeas ago - mingled with a bittersweet fondness. A faint sensation of hope.

It wasn't long before Tenzin traveled to the South Pole, where Tonraq and Senna welcomed him outside their home. They were accommodating - and willing to let Tenzin meet their daughter one-on-one. His nerves were nearly overwhelming - he just wanted to get it over with now. And seeing her by himself, well, the less people who saw him get as emotional as he thinks he might, the better.

And soon, a tall, bald man climbs through the portal into the home, peering for his father's next life, looking as hesitant as can be.]

Hello...?

[For someone who had seen various versions of a vast blue planet by now, Sheryl never ceases to be in awe of plant-filled surroundings, especially when she winds up in a neverending field of flowers. Truly an explosion of colors like an endless, limitless rainbow if she thinks so herself. Maybe she can write a song about it! All she needs to do is reach for her pen and notebook and—]

Helloooo! Can anyone hear me? Yoohoo!

[... Or not. Songwriting can wait because right now, she's literally elbowing the overgrown flowers out of her way (because they're five feet tall!) and grabbing on to some nearby stems in case she accidentally trips on her high heels. No matter what, this idol singer needs to find free space — and fast! She glances around with a mixture of annoyance and bafflement in her face, and just as she pushes another obstacle aside, her blue eyes soon discover another presence.

Gasping in surprise, Sheryl quickly pokes her head from the large petals blocking her view to get a closer look. Just what is a little girl doing in a place like this? Is she as lost as herself? Either way, there's a sudden burst of curiosity and sense of protection building within her. A second later, a manicured hand pokes out from the petals to join her head, and she points.]

I see you!

[She says in a determined fashion as she stubbornly continues to push those damn gigantic flowers. Being able to project her heavily-trained voice without straining her vocal chords is one of Sheryl's talents as a singer. Anyway, there's a tall, pink-haired woman in a fancy mini-dress heading towards Korra.]

[ surprise, oldtara.

it's babysitting time!! or maybe even the beginning of Korra's waterbending training. why not both. it's also snowing in the south pole, and Katara bends down to pull a hood over Korra's ponytail. ] Shall we build a snowman, Korra?

[Jinora rarely got the chance to visit her grandmother. Her dad was always so busy that they couldn't leave Republic City very often. In fact, this is only her second visit and she'd been too young to remember the first. While her father spoke to the White Lotus and Korra's teachers about her progress, Jinora wandered through the compound. It felt strange, not like the open space and feeling of serenity Air Temple Island had. It was all walls and guards. Jinora tries to imagine living here, but her very spirit rebells at the idea.

She's looking for the new Avatar. The concept of reincarnation is a bit challenging for a four-year-old but she understands that Korra is the Avatar, just like her grandpa had been. But she's distracted from her search by the gentle snowfall in the courtyard. Snow is still new and novel to her. She tilts her head up to watch the snowflakes drift peacefully. Jinora uses basic airbending to try to keep the snowflakes off the ground as long as she can. Her giggling echoes through the courtyard as she spins in place a little, completely caught up in her game.]

[He hadn't been that mentally exhausted in awhile. Focusing on gathering the parts that he needed for the radio tower was in and of itself an exercise in focus. If he'd been looking for calm, or blankness, it was eluding him, much to his annoyance.

But whatever his feelings were underneath the surface, he was perfectly collected and calm outwardly, as he descended into a ruined building to look for some sort of malleable metal, or a part that might work for what he needed.

He could focus on the task at hand.]

For Wan! If Haven did silly things instead of terrible things

Also for Wan! Spirit World Remix

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btw to match the ATLA world imagine Jack with his brown clothes from the movie beginning

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Exsilium-verse/world hopping-verse if you want!