Elementary Alchemy
Chapter 4: Blood price
By Vox Deruste
As Korra and Edward crawled their way into the building, Korra felt a pit in her stomach. She felt frightening energy toward the direction they were crawling.
"Is it just me, or does this place make your skin crawl too?" Korra asked Edward as he found an opening to leave the vent.
"We just crawled through a barely used vent. I'm just glad I wasn't the only one creeped out by it." Edward agreed. As Korra got out of the vent. They were in a long, stone hallway, the lights still on.
"I don't think this is abandoned." Korra said, looking around for any other sign of recent activity.
"The guard gave a hint, this cements it." Edward walked toward a well-lit room. Inside the room was around the hexagonal shape on the floor. A raised podium in the center with a smaller version of the larger shape. Dried blood on one of the nodes of the circle.
"What is all this?" Korra recoiled slightly at the blood.
"I bet this is what they use to make the philosopher's stone." Edward surmised with but a glance. Korra pulled Edward close to her.
"We have company." Korra turned to a slowly approaching figure from the shadows. An armored figure with a raggy, cloth skirt.
"I don't know who you kids are but you sure figure out a lot from just looking at a circle." The figure spoke with an odd tremor, a hollow sound that reverberated.
"He's just smart like that." Korra replied, Taking up a fighting stance. Edward went to the side of Korra.
"Who are you, gramps?" Edward asked the armored man.
"The one who guards this building against curious onlookers and brats who don't know when to stay away." Korra noticed the sword by the man's side. While not all the easy sharp, it could still be deadly. "For the moment you can call me 48. And I'm not your gramps. You're free to take a guess why I am here, and what I'm going to do." 48 displayed his word for a clean look of the blade.
Edward responded by clapping his hands together and transmuting his metal arm into a blade.
"Oh you're an alchemist are you?" 48 said with a curious tone. He looked at Korra. "And what are you? Another alchemist?" 48 wondered.
Within a flash of a second, he was in front of Edward, the handle of the sword facing the young man's stomach.
"Show me what you can." 48 said as he swung his sword, wide but quick strikes that Edward blocked with metal hands. "A prosthetic arm eh. No matter, my sword can pierce steel as well as flesh.
Before he took another swing he was knocked away with a sudden projectile of stone. Korra threw another after the first one connected. A ringing sound coming from the man.
"This is two on one, surrender if you know what is good for you." Korra threatened.
"I'm going to guess that you're hollow inside." Edward said pointedly. Korra did a double-take and realized the hollowness of the voice, the sound of the blows on the armor. It sounds like Alphonse's metal body.
"And the quick perception keeps showing itself." 48 complimented.
"The sound gave you away, The closest thing to a good sparring partner I got." Korra shouted as she used her power to heave a massive boulder above her head.
"There are more people like me on the outside too, eh?" The suit of armor seemed genuinely surprised. "That's surprising."
"It makes me sick, too, to think that there's more than one idiot in the world that came up with the idea of bonding a disembodied soul with a suit of armor." Edward said with a look of disgust.
"Hmph, Perhaps a proper introduction is in order. 48 is the number I had on death row. Back when I had a living body, I was better known as Slicer. A mass murder."
"So I guess my hunch was right, they were using prisoners for material philosopher stones." Edward summarized.
"I can't answer that, not my area. They knew my skills, gave me a body and turned me into a guard dog." Korra kept an eye on Slicer, boulder ready to crush him.
"I'm also guessing you have a seal too? A medium between soul and armor?" Edward asked outright, which surprised Korra, why would he reveal his weakness?
"Yes, I have a blood seal." Korra stood surprised as Slicer opened his helmet to reveal nothing but a small circle of blood inside. "This is it right here, if you destroy it, it fights yours."
"And you're revealing it because of...what your honor." Korra asked. Slicer scoffed.
"Nothing of the sort, I like to give myself a challenge in a fight once and awhile."
"As Long as you're in a giving mood, why not let us go. You're not winning this either way." Korra smiled confidently at Edward's words. Suit or not, he can't beat two powerful fighters at once.
"What kind of mass murder cares about winning, this is only for the killing. And I'll get at least one of you." Slicer explained as he got into a new stance.
With renewed vigor, Slicer tried to strike down Korra, threw the boulder but it only grazed the living armor. He managed to get to cut's on Korra, A cut on her side and one on her arm. Korra stepped away, Edward jumping in to grab the murderer's attention.
"Ed! Keep your distance, He's stronger than he looks!" Korra yelled out as she tried to focus on another projectile. She thought that it would make another boulder fly at Slicer but jabbed before she lifted any stone and a fire blast came out of her hands at Slicer.
Slicer took the flame head-on, no flesh to burn. Only the cloth around his waist caught alight. Only making him even more dangerous, as he sliced at Edward. Getting a few cuts on his metal arm and one on his shoulders.
"You seem to miss something for someone so perceptive." Slicer said as he struck Edwards's metal arm once more. A quick clicking sound came from it. "I can keep fighting without the need for rest." He moved to take swings at Korra and caused her to be on the defensive, dodging and weaving away from the sword swings. More cut near her joints.
She knew what Slicer was trying to do, aim for ligaments to make sure she couldn't move or at least not move as quickly. She felt the blood drain away.
"Do it now Edward!" Korra yelled out. Slicer looked behind him while Korra smirked. She stomped the ground with all her might, causing the earth to erupt into a wave that knockdown Slicer. Taking advantage, Edward grabbed the head away from the body.
Rolling away from the body, Edward held up the helmet with a smug grin.
"Now about those answer." Edward said poking at the helmet. Korra sat on the ground, exhausted and trying to block the blood loss from the various cuts.
"That was a dirty trick." Slicer bemoaned.
"There is no such thing as dirty in a fight." Edward rebutted.
"If that's your view on it." Silcer's words were punctuated with a quick squish, Edward looked behind him and saw Korra, stabbed through the side, the body of Slicer moving on its own.
The body pulled the blade out of Korra's body as Korra got on her knees. Holding her side, coughing up blood. Rage started to build up in Edward's small body.
"Get away!" Edward charged at the headless body and got it to step away from Korra.
"And you're complaining about being dirty!" Edward growled. He kept up a fighting stance but he was already exhausted. Now added with the time limit of how long before Korra bleeds out.
"You see little Alchemist, I may have given you a half lie." Slicer remarked.
"Slicer was actually two brothers, and they were both caught and put into a suit of armor to be even more in-separable in death than they were in life." The rest of the armor spoke in a slightly crude tone than the head. "Now then, I hope you made peace little shrimp." While Edwards' rage was piqued by the insult, he was too busy dodging the blade strikes to act on it. Even then he was cut on the shoulder, a quick stream of blood splashing on a nearby pillar.
Edward was cornered on that pillar by the armor, grasping his side. Fear was present in his eyes as the armor walked a sluggish pace toward the Alchemist, the blade glinting in the artificial light.
Edward squirmed to his feet, Using the Pillar as a crutch. Korra tried to get on her feet but the wound on her side threatened to open up further with every move. She did manage to get on a kneeling position. But it was nearly too late as the Armor was about to strike into Edwards's head.
Edward was only saved when he clasped his hands together and touched the armor. An alchemical light was accompanied by an explosion of metal pieces, in square and rectangular shapes. The armor cried out before the top half fell on the ground.
"I hate that I had to use his move but if it's for you...I feel less guilty." Edward admitted.
"Damn you." The top half of the armor squirmed on its back.
"It's over brother." The helmet relented.
"You're not going to try the whole, we're three brothers crap, are you?" Edward poked the severed legs of the armor. Both parts of Slicer waved it off, the helmet metaphorically.
"What are you waiting for boy. Finish us off. You won." The helmet told him and Korra.
"I don't kill people." Edward said quickly.
"With bodies like these, can we really be called people anymore?" Korra won't say it out loud but she agreed. Especially given that they tried to kill them. Why spare them?
"I consider you human with or without bodies." Edward said as he slowly limped his way to Korra. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to treat my brother as a human anymore." Edward managed to transmute part of his shirt into cloth to bandage Korra.
"They are still murderers and tried to kill us." Korra whispered.
"We can't go around killing." Edward retorted quietly. Their quiet argument was cut short by the sudden laughter of the Helmet.
"Brother?" the other half of the Slicer brothers asked.
"Can't you see, for the first time we were being treated as human, after getting pseudo bodies? The absurdity." Edward had a cautious look on his face. Korra was still for killing them when it came to it. "You win Alchemist, We'll tell you everything, everything about the stone-" The helmet was caught off suddenly by two spear-like objects that pierced through the blood seal.
Korra and Edward watched two figures walk in from an obscured hallway. Both with a similar style of dress, and cold eyes. An androgynous figure with dark green hair and a beautiful, curvy woman with black hair. Two of her fingers revealed as the spear that punctured Slicer's head.
"Now number 48, you know you're not supposed to talk about things above your station." The woman said as the spear-like finger's retracted into her hand and she split the head open.
"Brother!" The other Slicer brother screamed before his one seal was punctured. Korra was in shock from the spear-like fingers and woozy from the blood. Edward held her up as his blood boiled.
"You idiot! You were going to kill one of our most important sacrifices." The green-haired one stabbed with his own sword repeatedly. "What would we have done then! Huh!" The green-haired one yelled with every stab.
"What plan are you talking about? What do you mean by sacrifice?" The green-haired stranger walked up to Edward with a smug look on their face.
"Oh, would you look at that? The pipsqueak alchemist is raring to go." They said with a smirk.
"Don't call me a pipsqueak." Edward growled.
"Well else then? Shortie." They continued. Edward nearly kicked them but they got away from the blow with much ease. Edward struggled to hold up Korra.
"There's no need to fight, your wounds would open up you know." The figure feigned concern. Or at least emulated concern not built around empathy.
"This is the fight that you asked for, so come on!" Edward's mouth made a check his body couldn't pay. His mechanical arm went limp and he nearly collapsed on his knees. Edward screamed at his arm to start working.
"Lucky me!" The androgenous stranger yelled before kneeing the Alchemist in the chest. Korra tried to stand up but the figure replicated the strike on her and she followed Edward into unconscious.
"What do we do about the spare Lust?"
"Don't know, don't care Envy. But he will ask more questions if we kill her. What do you have to add to this partner?" Another figure floated from the shadows. Blue and Red robes with symbols on them. Green flame makes up most of the body with pitch-black eyes and black smoke emanating from the mouth.
"Please call me Green Flame and I would rather you not kill her." The figure said begrudgingly. I did promise a powerful being for your sacrifices after all but sadly she is not it." Green flame explained.
"So who is?" Envy said skeptically. "Or are you trying to pull a fast one over us." Envy walked toward the figure with a fierce swagger but Green Flame held up his hand.
"A promise is a promise, and trust me she is merely the bait for a powerful being. Just be patient for the next two weeks and you will have your prize." Green Flame tried to temper expectations.
"Fine but if she keeps this up we are going to use her for our plan." Lust dictated. "Now let's make sure no one else can easily slip their way in here."
When they came after the brothers, they didn't quite expect a building falling apart and saving the younger Elric from another living suit of armor. Though this seems to come with the territory of helping the boys.
Though the androgynous figure carrying the bodies of both Edward Elric and Korra was still the strangest part of the rescue. The casual way that they spoke about how they are important resources to be protected also put them off. The clean and bureaucratic tone of it. They did manage to get both to the hospital. And both did seem to recover.
Korra was the first to wake up. Opposite Edward's hospitable bed.
"Good your awake." Edward said from his hospitable bed.
"My head." Korra groaned.
"It's a miracle your awake already, you lost a lot of blood." Ross said as she stopped the young woman from getting up. Korra then started to feel the stitches on her side.
"Damn it." Korra said spitefully.
"I know how you feel, all the work and nearly dying, all for nothing." Edward whined.
"We barely escape with our lives." Korra said grimly. "I'm honestly, only mad at myself." Korra admitted. Edward raised an eyebrow.
"Why? If It wasn't for you, Slicer would have stabbed me?" Edward rebutted. Korra shook her head.
"Fact is, I'm the older one. I should have protected you better but my moves were too damn slow and I acted cocky." Korra lamented, placing a hand near the edges of her bandages. "I was supposed to protect you….and yet all I did was be dead weight before two weirdos showed up." Korra didn't mention how they felt to her.
Their aura radiated like rotten flesh in a tube. As pungent as a decaying corpse. She didn't want pity, she should have been able to fight them off. If it wasn't for Slicer's surprise, they would have won the fight, easily.
"I'm sorry." Korra said solemnly, in a mock bow. Edward looked at her with some surprise and but little pity.
"I was supposed to be able to defend myself and you had to pick up my slack…if anything it was my fault that we both got hurt." Edward's words were sincere. Spoke with a constructed even tone but didn't look at Korra directly.
"Fullmetal Alchemist Sir!" Ross and Brosch said in unison. "We apologize in advance, sir!" Korra watched as Ross slapped Edward across the face.
"What you both did was childish and reckless! You nearly died needlessly!" Ross yelled out harshly, like a scolding mother. "You should have asked...You don't need to treat every adult as the enemy, Some of us want to help." They both looked toward Korra.
"I can breathe fire now so you better watch out if you try it with me." Korra tried to say sarcastically but the knots on her and the stitch's near her stomach gave her the hint that fire breathing or any elemental ability would take some time to be useful in a fight again.
They ignored her sarcastic remark and stood at attention by Edward's side.
"My punishment sir. For slapping you." Ross asked stiffly. Readying herself along with Brosch. Edward stared at them both.
"No." He said with a confused look. "I had it coming." Ross and Brosch breathed out sighs of relief. "Why are you so scared of me?"
"You do remember that you're the equivalent of a major right?" Korra asked from her bed.
"We like our jobs sir we-"
"I didn't get my certificate to lord a title around. You don't have to treat me like some kind of superior." Edward said earnestly.
"Oh, really." Ross said with the first truly relaxed expression saw from her.
"I guess we were scared of the brat for nothing." Edward had sudden regret from the one comment alone.
"And Al? Where's he?" Edward asks, looking around the room.
"We gave him a lecture earlier." Brosch showed his swollen, red hand. "I was the one doing the slapping sadly." He said awkwardly. Edward's memory was jog and a tinge of fear was rooted in his stomach.
"Right. I'm going to have a worse lecture coming up." Korra thought about his words for a second and then remembered. Winry, and how pissed she'll be when she finds out that Edward not only got into a fight but broke her automail in said fight.
"Want me to call her." Korra asked.
"No, it should be me." Edward relented as he got up, painfully from the bed. Korra followed suit.
"You should-"
"I'm fine." Korra cut off Borsch and stood awkwardly on her feet. "I need to try something anyway." Korra said confidently as she forced herself through the stinging. As Edward put a call out for Winry, Korra went to the nearest nurse for water. Being given a small glass of it, she then went into a darkened hallway to try something away from prying eyes when she saw a familiar face sitting on a bench.
The younger Elric, Alphonse, sulked in his seat.
"Hey, Al." Korra waved at the living armor. Alphonse simply watched the ground. Seemingly unaware or ignoring her outright.
"Hey." Al kept quiet and to himself while Korra heard an ensuing argument from where Edward was.
"Want to see something I remembered." Korra asked the lost Al. Al nodded quietly and Korra set down the glass of water. Al looked confused and then saw Korra moved that water with just her hand motion and saw the water make contact with her bandages.
"You're not supposed to get your bandages wet." Al said as the water started to glow bright blue. After a flare-up in the glowing and Korra bending the water back to her cup, she nudged the bandage and saw that what was a large cut was shrunken down. "You can heal?"
"Yeah…and I basically got most of my memories back...I think." Korra said with some hesitation. "Do you ever think that something you think you remember might not be real?" Korra asked the young Elric. He patted the seat right next to him as a bit of light returned to his lumbering form.
"Sometimes….when you lose your body and try to remember what everything felt like...You start to wonder if you remember it right at all. I remember having dreams and the cool feeling of water on a hot day….but I don't always think I'm remembering it right. Or that I must have forgotten something." Al admitted candidly. "I sometimes think that Ed might have forgotten something in the accident. That he might have not gotten a memory or two, maybe...That I'm not Al but what Ed remembered about Al." Korra listened to Al's concerns and reciprocated them.
"Honestly, especially now that I have all of them. I don't know if I can trust my own memories." Korra admitted. "I feel different from the person in them." Korra remembered memories in time of great rage, great pride, and obnoxious hot-headedness. A teenager with a god complex who wanted the world to listen to her but was shot down so many times. A girl who wanted to protect a world she barely knew anything about and was more interested in playing sports than learning her craft.
A disastrous love triangle that she helped instigate made everyone felt horrible and got her a relationship destined to implode. And the shame of being betrayed by people she should have known would betray her.
She remembered an impatient girl that acted before thinking. A girl that trapped others into her own problems. A girl that wanted to respect her titles but barely knew or cared about its responsibility.
Korra barely knew if she wanted to be that girl again.
"Maybe it's better if….I just stay like this...a free agent or a wanderer." Korra whispered. She wished she didn't have these thoughts but the nature of her memories and the fact they felt so alien to this world made them feel less real. Like a dream with substance but still strange enough to be wrong somehow.
"What about those you left behind?" Al asked. Korra's most recent memories of her friends were about how she systematically made them mad or blew them off.
She broke up with her boyfriend after she accused him of betraying her family. She blew off Asami when she needed to save her company and she acted like Bolin didn't exist. Hell, she left him alone with her own evil cousin to be in a slave marriage.
But then she thought about something. In the back of her mind.
"Al...even if they are false memories...do you think we still need to be the people we think we are?" Korra asked. Al seemed confused by the question. "Let me rephrase, do you think that the emotions that those memories make in you are fake as well?" Korra dug deep into herself. "I honestly don't like parts of the person I think I was...but even then I remember other things. Good times with my friends, My parents, the excitement and terror of my adventures before ending up here. And I think...I think I have a responsibility to, if not fulfill my past self's promise. Then to at least not leave those waiting for me, wonder whether I'm or not. Or If I have abandoned them." Korra let it pour out of her soul. The words in the back of her head. The light in the fog of uncertainty.
"Maybe...Maybe that applies to me too." Al looked at his leather hand and began to think. To think on his thoughts about not being real, about having implanted memories.
He thought about the guard he fought at the fifth laboratory. The disembodied soul of Barry the Chopper. Another living suit of armor that put the idea in his head in their fight. Perhaps he was too quick to believe in his words, or that he simply scratched an itch that was always in his mind and he needed to talk it out before the pit of such dark thinking consumed him.
Korra placed a hand on Alphonse's shoulder. Interrupted by much-spirited yelling from a telephone.
"It sounds like Edward needs some help." Al said in a half-heartedly cheeky tone.
"Hmp." Korra smirked. "Guess he needs a talk not involving yelling or slapping too." Korra got off the bench but looked back at Alphonse. "Do you want to keep thinking here?" She asked about the unsure armor. Alphonse got up from his bench.
"I think I can worry about my own existence in a room with my brother." Korra smiled as she felt that if he could show, Al would be smiling too.
Korra and Al went toward Ed around the end of his lecture from Winry. Punctuated with Edward putting down the phone with a slight sigh of relief.
"You know what I'm confused about, is Korra your girlfriend or what?" Brosch said, surprising Edward and Korra as they dropped their respective objects. Edward the phone and Korra her glass of water.
"My girlfriend!" Edward screamed out as his wound opened up with a slight gusher of blood. And Korra gave a death glare to Brosch.
"Message received." Brosch said with an embarrassed smirk.
Korra glared at him as pushed Edwards' wheelchair to the room.
"Yeah, I just remembered my ex-boyfriend, not exactly rushing into a relationship with someone else, I say, I met a literal few weeks ago." Korra said honestly. Korra looked down at Edward. "No offense." She said apologetically.
"None taken." Edward agreed as they both stared at Brosch.
"I was kidding." She awkwardly laughed with his arm behind his back. "Honestly when I was your guy's age, I was a bit girl crazy." Brosch admitted. Korra shrugged.
"Me and romance need a ten-foot pole between us." Korra said jokingly as they made their way back to the hospital room.
Wondering the streets of Central was a beautiful woman in the arms of a cloaked figure. Partially disheveled and disorientated as she walked. Her head was splitting from pain. The figure next to her was far less wobbly than her but slightly staggered all the same.
"Korra." She meeked out despite the mental anguish. "Need to find Korra….Need to find." She said in an endless repetition in her mind and out loud.
"I see that your single-mindedness did shield your mind somewhat from the gate. If only enough to remember your mission." The Cloaked figure compliment. "Your friend should be at the hospital at this point. At Least I think I sense her there. This world has such strange energies that it's hard to tell the difference." The girl nearly tripped from absent-mindedness. The figure caught her. "Perhaps you should hold on a bit tighter, Miss Asami." The cloaked figure suggested to the pained women.
Asami groaned. Her mind is a jumble and tangled mess of emotions, memories, and images that came from either. An infection of a white void with a figure made of void-like white that frowned at her and looked at the cloaked figure with contempt.
"Find Korra. Get her home. Fight Unalaq, stop Vaatu." Asami repeated to herself. Keeping the one piece of information that was rooted in her mind and keeping her sanity from slipping away. An anchor point, even while she was barely able to remember her own name without the reminders from the cloaked figure. She didn't remember their names.
"Now I'm going to leave you at the hospital door. When a blond girl with blue eyes and a short skirt comes by with a large man, follow them." The cloaked figure explained as they approached the hospital. Asami was spinning on her feet but otherwise was standing.
"Korra...there?" She asked.
"Yes, Korra up there." The figure pointed upwards. He then turned around to see two blond people walking toward the hospital from the street. A teenage girl and an overly muscular man, whose muscles had muscle. "This is where I leave you. The mental impairment should lighten up soon but short-term memory will be asunder." The befuddled Asami stared at the figure. "You won't remember me bringing you here or how you got here, only that you're elected to come here. But again you'll remember in full in a little bit, partial memories in a day or two. Full memories in a week." The figure explained before leaving Asami's side. Walking into the crowd and navigating toward an alleyway. Within the shadow of the alleyway, the figure disappeared, leaving the faint smell of burning incense and a small bit of Green Flame.
Back at the hospital a dazed Asami nearly fell upon a skinny blond girl with blue eyes.
"Miss Rockbell!" Armstrong caught the dazed young woman before she could collapse upon Winry.
"Are you alright?" Winry asked as the state of the young woman gave Winry de'ja vu. A familiar dissociation in the woman's eyes made the gears in Winry's head click together. "Are you looking for someone?"
"Kor...ra. Need to find Korra." She said with slow speech and clear delirium in her eyes. Winry and Armstrong looked at each other and rushed her into the hospital. After getting a doctor to watch the women, Winry rushed toward Edward to see the damage. Outwardly she meant the automail but inwardly she knew she meant the brothers themselves.
Edward told her that Korra and He were in the hospital. That either meant a big battle where he was badly hurt or some kind of accident that nearly killed them both. Either way, she wanted to be mentally prepared. Especially since, if it was a fight, it was her fault. In her mind atleast.
When Edward left Resembol, She found a bolt. An important one that was supposed to be in Edward's arm.
One that could lead to breakage and the entire arm becoming numb. Edward even mentioned to her that his arm was not moving outside of his fingers. She could barely live with herself if the reason he was so hurt was that she forgot a tiny bolt.
She walked into the room with solemn recognition. And then paused in the middle of the door. Seeing Korra, standing over a shirtless Edward with glowing water on his wounds. Two military officers tried to block the view but were distracted by the glowing water.
Korra was the first to notice the blond girl.
"Oh hey, Winry! Seems like I have a power for everything." Korra said with a cheeky smile as she put the water into a leather side satchel. While the wounds seemed faded, Winry did notice the slight scarring of some on both Korra and Edward.
"You can heal?" Winry guilt and shame were being overridden by confusion for a brief second, until seeing the, albeit fading, shoulder and side wounds on Edward. Winry went quiet.
"Nice to know you got here quickly. You're probably going to ask for a service fee for coming all the way here." Edward joked. Winry stared at the wounds on his shoulder and his sides. She was happy that Korra somehow managed to heal him with...magic water, Alchemy always confused her and whatever Korra was doing was basically flying in the face of what she barely knew of alchemy. She did principle blame herself for Edward having the wounds in the first place.
"No." She said sadly. "I didn't do a good job last time, this is a freebie for a job not well done." Winry looked down on the ground. Everyone looked at her and then at Edward. Expecting him to assure her.
"What do you mean! Your work was great as always! I was just in a dumb fight, I'm the one who broke it acting recklessly! If it was still working, I would have kept fighting and gotten more hurt!" Edward awkwardly blathered on to satisfy the judgemental gaze around him.
Winry began to tune him out when she realized that he didn't notice the missing screw. That he was not aware of his mistake. A weight left her chest, especially when she remembered that the scars were already fading. Whatever Korra was doing, it was making the healing process much quicker than it should be, and in Winry's mind, that meant things were alright.
"Okay, I can get right to fixing up the damage but you're going to have to pay a fortune in rush order fees." Korra and Edward tilted their heads on the extreme personality shift but collectively wrote it off. Winry then remembered the young woman at the front of the hospital. "Korra...There is someone you should meet."