Double Tap

A Legend of Korra x Portal Crossover Fanfiction

By Nagone


Summary: Remember to have faith in the testing. It is, after all, for your benefit.

Genre: Adventure, Horror

Rated: T


Hello, No. 186.

I see you're waking up.

Your vitals are rising. Ah, you have a nice, strong pulse.

Soon you'll open your hex #89cff0 eyes to see the blinding white light of our labs.

You've slept well, for many, many hours, so we have high expectations for you. Your body, while in stasis, has been refined, enough that we have created, within you, the ability to expel all manner of skills: the rapid oxidation of material in the exothermic process of combustion, the manipulation of rock, sediment, and metals containing such materials, the ability to manipulate water into various forms, be it solid, liquid, or gas, and the ability to alter air from a stagnant state to a controllable power.

In short, you have been gifted the mythical art of "bending". We believe it will be most… beneficial.

No. 186, we asked you to utilize these talents in order to provide us the best test results possible. As with your previous 185 testmates, you will be outfitted with a pair of Advanced Knee Replacements, courtesy of Future Industries,, a new invention we have gifted them with.

Please, do not fail as your No. 185 did. He spent a totally of 876,624 hours inside of an Extended Relaxation Vault, much to our… distaste, and despite being able to eventually solve a set of rudimentary puzzles, was overcome by death in 578, 522 hours of our synthetic testing area. We expect you to last more, No. 186. You have been build with the same "bending" mechanics: prove our tests to be sufficient.

To make your tests more comfortable, we will allow you to explore a replica of a city in your time named Republic City. We have added new features, including Nullification Grids, Hyper-Realm Sectors, Duality Zones, and a myriads of gels. All is ensured to be the perfect balance of deadly, and entertaining. We hope you enjoy when you awake in 9.5 hours.

Also, be sure to eat your allotted breakfast. I hear that it will be sea prunes, a favorite of your people. They'll be served in a traditional manner.

The tinny voice faded, echoing about No. 186's Extended Relaxation Vault. She kept still in her sleep, her rising and falling chest the only hint of movement.

Outside, a hand, slender and feminine, pressed against the fogged glass. "Have fun," a voice intoned. The hand stroked the surface, dragging it down the cool glass until it became uncomfortable. It withdrew, and a loud sigh emptied into the air.

"I'll be watching." The click of boots rang on the tile floor.

Notes:

100 years is equal to 876, 624 hours, which is the amount of time Aang spent in the iceberg. The second number, 578,544, or 66 years, marks Aang's death in.