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Maka Meets Korra
🕑 Added 2022-02-13 02:16:30 +0000 UTCBandages? There were still some, but always better to have extra. Check.
Muscle Ointment? Bolin and Toza went through it like Pabu went through jerky. Definite check.
Vegetables? Cabbage looked a bit wilted, but lots of carrots and Bok Choy, so Bolin was going to eat something vaguely healthy even if it was stir-fried. Check.
Meat? Old Man Gin caught extra eel-otter when he went out, and had given away some for free. Unexpected bonus. They needed more protein anyhow. Check.
What else was there to buy?
Oh, right. Snacks.
A little red head stuck out from between her breasts as if summoned by the mere thought of food. Smiling fondly, Maka patted Pabu’s head, rubbing the fire ferret’s ears between her fingers, “Yeah. We’re going to get some snacks. Jerky for you, mints for Bolin, and a few gingers for me.”
Pabu purred in contentment, wriggling in excitement and agreement. Today was a nice and idle day, and Maka was idling along in a way rare for the firebender. If she could bask just a bit longer, Maka thought she would almost be able to remember what it felt to be not stressed.
Which was why the car running straight at her was an annoyance.
Stepping to the side, Maka ignored the car crash to run forward to the sounds of fighting in accordance to her first responder training. A quick look around showed no signs of victims that needed to be evacuated. Thankfully.
Maka sighed. That would have been unfortunate. Now that there was no immediate danger, Maka looked around to find the cause of the incident.
Red. Green. Blue. Three idiots dressed up in three different colored suits. They looked as if they had just gotten their asses collectively handed to them by a waterbender, so they could only be from the Triple Threats. Every other bending gang was element-themed and would sooner shank a different element-bender than work together.
The waterbender was definitely not local. Not with the giant dog or with that outfit. Nobody dressed in furs in the urban centers of Republic City. Fur got too hot and if oil got on it, it’d be cheaper to sell as kindling than to try and clean out the muk.
So much for the famed cooperation of the Triple Threats if a single bender could take them out.
Maka petted Pabu’s head, luxuriating and allowing the fluffiness to chase away the migraine. What the hell was Boss Zolt doing if this was the level of members left? Best to just sneak past them and make it to Grandma Mai’s Shop. She was done with that life.
Unfortunately, one of the idiots noticed Maka’s attempt to sneak past.
“You’re in for it now,” the blue idiot cackled, “Molten Maka’s here!”
“Oi, shut up,” Maka gritted, glaring. She was strictly independent now. Bolin and her didn’t break the old HQ just to be dragged back in by some idiot grunt. If this got worse, and this idiot better pray it didn’t get worse, then Maka and Zolt were going to have words. Or more likely, Zolt was going to have to have a new fucking wardrobe.
“Yeah, shut up, Wet Lee,” the green slightly-less-of-an-idiot grumbled, “Boss said she’s off-limits.”
“Shut up! It’s Ice-Cold Lee!”
“You’re literally the only one who calls yourself that,” Red Idiot groaned.
“Are you with them?” the random waterbender scowled, already preparing a globule of water.
“What? No. Weren’t you just listening to the--” Maka found herself cut off when the waterbender dashed forward with a punch of water. It was so telegraphed that Maka spent half the time she should have spent dodging, watching for a trick.
As it was, it was still ridiculously easy to dodge with a simple step to the side and a twist of the body.
“Guess, we’re doing this then, “Rolling her eyes, Maka stepped in, closing the distance to her opponent’s surprise. Most benders wanted range in an effort to get the largest range of motion to achieve the maximum effectiveness for manipulating the elements. Maka wasn’t like most benders.
Coating her hands in a sheen of electricity, Maka grabbed the waterbender’s outstretched arm. As the waterbender’s eyes rolled backwards into her skull as she was knocked out, Maka immediately laid her down to the ground to begin checking her over. Electrocution was difficult to make non-lethal, but it made things efficient.
Two fingers on the throat, pulse was heightened but returning to normalcy. Bit twitchy in the limbs, but that was to be expected. Maka nodded in satisfaction. She did good work.
“Yeah! Molten Maka!” the grating voice of blue idiot screeched. “You sure--”
Cutting him off, Maka ordered, “Sit down, wait for the police to come.”
“What!? Are you betraying the--”
She did not have the patience for this idiot’s whining, so Maka zapped him. As he dropped to the ground twitching, Maka began the process of checking his vitals, idly asking his compatriots, “Will I have to do the same to you too?”
“No, ma’am, we’ll sit quietly here,” the red idiot nodded, bowing politely.
“I’m handcuffing myself!” the green idiot explained, bending a pair of earthen cuffs around his arm.
Nodding to them, Maka looked back at the two idiot waterbenders and sighed, “Better tie you up just to be safe.”
A series of thumping footsteps had Maka spin into a defensive stance. She quickly relaxed at the familiar black and chrome of the Metalbending force.
“No need for that, ma’am. We can--” the officer’s voice cut off, “Maka!? Is your brother here with you!?” Has he finally gone full-bonkers?
“Nope, Jee just called it in, he’s at the precinct,” his shorter comrade corrected.
Crossing her arms, Maka blew a stray bit of hair out of her face as she glared at Republic City’s supposed finest, “I’m offended that you think Bolin’s responsible for this mess. My brother’s not this bad.”
Both officers looked at the rent in the street. Maka did not look at the rent in the street. She knew what it reminded them of because it reminded her of it too and…
Maka gave up on defending her brother. He was a bit too casual about destroying the landwork when he fought, “Okay, Bolin is that bad, but he also starts fixing the crap he broke as soon as possible.”
“Good point,” the taller officer nodded as he motioned for the shorter officer to begin restraining the perpetrators. It gratified Korra to see the three idiots help cuff themselves, “So, who did it?”
“She did,” Maka jerked her head at the out-of-towner.
“I just helped catch these three assholes! They were roughing up that guy!” the waterbender interjected, having just woken up and not happy about being in cuffs.
“And in the process,” Maka drawled, “You’ve destroyed Lee’s Clockwork and Antique’s Shop, broke the front of Jai’s Jewelry, and left a pretty damn big rent in the street. Traffic’s going to be murder here.”
While Maka didn’t care about Jai’s store, because Jai was a ‘Karen’, Maka loved Lee’s Clockwork and Antique’s store since Lee was always nice enough to lend her classical manuscripts to study.. It was unforgivable that Lee’s store was broken.
The waterbender looked around and actually seemed ashamed at the aftermath of her ‘arrest’. Good..
“Well, we’ll just take her off your hands then,” the taller officer nodded.
“Feel free. By the way, you mentioned Bolin’s at the precinct?”
“Eeyup,” the shorter officer answered, herding the three idiots onto the platform that would be pulling them back up to the airship, “If it makes you feel better, he’s only in for public vandalism, and nobody wants to send him to the main prison after last time.”
“Shush,” the taller officer smacked the shorter one’s head, “You’re not supposed to say that out loud.
Maka snorted. Rookies, “Thanks for watching out for my brother. I’ll drop off some donuts later when I stop by to check up on him.”
Pabu’s head stuck up from between Maka’s breasts, curious as to why it was taking them so long to get to the snack shop. Scratching his head, Maka baby-talked, “Sorry, widdle Pabu. Mama Maka had to beat up some idiots for a bit. We’ll get the snackies soon!” She then addressed the officers with a polite nod before leaving with the groceries.
“....I wish I was that ferret,” the shorter cop murmured as the lift started, bringing the two officers and their prisoners back to the zeppelin.
“And this is why everybody thinks you’re a creep, Short En.”
“Fuck off, Tall Er. I’m the one with a girlfriend.”
“And the Moon must have been missing from the sky that night for that to happen.”
Maka very politely did not whirl around to blast Short En with fire.
