[It's not like her to be caught like this - open, vulnerable, with no idea where she is or how she got there.
The man at her feet is definitely dead, make no mistake - but even she is a little puzzled as to how she managed to do the deed with what looks to be - a pair of sweatpants?
(They're dry, at least. Maybe she strangled him with one of the legs.)
As the door opens, she drops the pants, metalbending the bracer on her bicep down to her wrist to form a razor-sharp sword. She's not hiding anymore.]
PHASE II
[It's a sharp turn at the end of a long hallway, and suddenly Kuvira is face-to-face with someone she'd never see again.
The resemblance is there, of course - in the cheekbones and hair most particularly, and she stops in her tracks, gawping with wide eyes and slack jaw - then those eyes narrow, her jaw clenches, and she sucks in a breath through her teeth.]
Mother.
[She chuckles, soft and short.]
Come to judge me for what I've done? You forget - I've no use for you. You showed me as much when you left, remember?
[Then the portraits start talking, and she begins to whirl around, frenzied.] Who said that?! Which of you-
[Their voices grow louder, and louder, and louder, and soon she can barely hear herself think.]
What is it to you if I killed him?! [She clenches her fists, bares her teeth - there's a manic look in her eye.] You know nothing of what happened! Nothing! Nothing! NOTHING!
[There's a shik as the bracer moves down her bicep to her wrist, forming a large sword. Some of these portraits gon git fucked up.]
Kuvira | The Legend of Korra
[It's not like her to be caught like this - open, vulnerable, with no idea where she is or how she got there.
The man at her feet is definitely dead, make no mistake - but even she is a little puzzled as to how she managed to do the deed with what looks to be - a pair of sweatpants?
(They're dry, at least. Maybe she strangled him with one of the legs.)
As the door opens, she drops the pants, metalbending the bracer on her bicep down to her wrist to form a razor-sharp sword. She's not hiding anymore.]
PHASE II
[It's a sharp turn at the end of a long hallway, and suddenly Kuvira is face-to-face with someone she'd never see again.
The resemblance is there, of course - in the cheekbones and hair most particularly, and she stops in her tracks, gawping with wide eyes and slack jaw - then those eyes narrow, her jaw clenches, and she sucks in a breath through her teeth.]
Mother.
[She chuckles, soft and short.]
Come to judge me for what I've done? You forget - I've no use for you. You showed me as much when you left, remember?
[Then the portraits start talking, and she begins to whirl around, frenzied.] Who said that?! Which of you-
[Their voices grow louder, and louder, and louder, and soon she can barely hear herself think.]
What is it to you if I killed him?! [She clenches her fists, bares her teeth - there's a manic look in her eye.] You know nothing of what happened! Nothing! Nothing! NOTHING!
[There's a shik as the bracer moves down her bicep to her wrist, forming a large sword. Some of these portraits gon git fucked up.]