Last Time: A Molesting Monkey Kidnaps Korra!
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Yah… it's that part of the canon.
🚨Trigger Warning 🚨
-[Track 4: SURVIVOR]-
Blue eyes narrowed at the looming metal wall.
The wet ocean breeze bristled down dead halls of the drifting ship. Jotaro felt it pull at his trenchcoat, staining it with salt. It was another blemish in an endless list from his short time at sea. The wall before him had been out here for far longer. It should be a crusted cake of sea grime and rust like the rest throughout the freighter's identical corridors.
— Immaculate Metal —
Inches away he could count the barnacles stuck in his eyebrows. No door, rivet, nor crease to disrupt his reflection.
The door…
Korra wanted to be a child and play with the Monkey— 'Fine, whatever' —she was the Avatar and he'd be around the nearest corner; 20 paces at most, just room enough for some quiet…
And in those seconds… she, the door & room, disappeared.
"…"
Salt clumps dragged down his coat while his eyes darted in on the only blemish; a thin toothy line, made by metal teeth:
Two incisor fangs, followed by three zig-zagging tiny teeth, and a large molar closing out the half-jaw he always kept close in his pocket.
Jotaro ran fingers over his house key's familiar fangs and cavities, squeezing it until the metal bit him back. The wall had that one mark, as several in the windy passageway did. Distinct different symbols he'd used to mark this endless maze. It took zeptoseconds for his Stand to scratched the looping strokes of Free Jazz as he walked out the door:
"D•-C-A-G-D•-G#-G-F-D•".
There was no door. The notes remained but their shapes were smeared, flowing far too thin. All stretched through the missing door…
The key bit his hand again.
ORA!
Star Platinum's fist caved the steel wall in with a wailing crunch. Air *whooooshed* to fill the cavity, crashing off its "far" side. Jotaro's eyes shot wide, sputtering back signals his brain refused to process. The room was gone- Completely! 'No Korra, no Monkey? Nothing?!'
All there was, 3-inches from his Stand's outstretched fist, was another wall, identical to the first in every way. Right down to his jazz scribbles.
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"Shit…"
"You Had ONE Job!"
The Crusaders' frantic footfalls warped deck wood as they raced behind Jotaro to the last spot he saw Korra. The sailors trailed, jumping at every shadow. Li was in their midst, puttering along with a white towel draped on his shoulders. Blood drenched his face and no light shone behind his eyes.
"Jiji-"
"Don't you 'Jiji' me! Why'dya think I put you two together?!"
"To mess with him?" Kakyoin bid.
"NO -well yes, that too- But also, his "Stand" was the only one that could keep an eye on our little Houdini".
He jabbed a finger up at Jotaro who glared back. Joseph shook it and continued, "Korra's escaped the most secure fortress on the planet. That should be impossible and she did it- In *MY* Flipping Suitcase!".
He took a deep breath and hardened his eyes.
"And now… we know there's an enemy Stand Master on this ship!"
Jotaro's look darted back at Li as blood continued to pool down into his slack mouth. He glanced away, but felt his grandpa's eyes follow and he.. couldn't turn round to meet them. He dipped his head and let his face fall into the shadows.
"Kusogaki…"
Korra screamed, hurtling headfirst down the sudden shaft! She bounced face-first off the walls, over and over, screams cut short by metal walls sucker punches. *SMACK!*
"Ahhieeahhh-!"
*SMACK!* *SMACK!*
"Aieea—
*Sma-CRuNCH!* Her arm bent inwards, hitting the steel floor beneath her body. With ear-sickening tearing tendons, her right arm *popped* out of its socket. She sat there, hunched over a radiator, clutching the torn up swollen arm. Vomit bulged from her cheeks and she struggled not to cry.
…*sniff*…
A Warm, Rancid Weight PANCAKED her radiator! Broken metal oozed out between grimy harry toes and hot -Hungry breaths bristled across her shoulders. They were excited and rank, traveling down the back of her neck and underneath her shirt. Drool dripped down her collar. Inching from the dark came giant, cavity filled rotten teeth. She saw them curl up from the corners of her eye, becoming a slobbering wet grin. The teeth opened.
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Korra was running running down the tunnels, hissing hot pipes snaking crisscrossing in front of her, biting at her ankles; every bounce jostled her arm, sending up waves of screaming agony while booming, Meaty footfalls chased her down the crawlway.
She cut down every corner. Hot steam erupted from pipes, twisting the emergency red lights as a whooping weight bounced above her. She ducked down a passage, but had to backpedal as blistering clouds rushed out. It flooded her tunnel white and left her no path forward except –'THERE!' a hole beneath the pipes untouched by steam.
The galumphing feet reached the passage mouth and stopped. Ears covered by knotty orange fur perked up and the constant hissing steam abated. Down the hole scraping, dragging noises met his ears between whimpers of pain. The shape's dirty-yellow eyes crinkled up, elongating his face with a cruel smile.
The pipes resumed their hissing.
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Korra dragged herself beneath the hot tubes centimeters above her head. Pressed flat, she tasted rust and oil glazing her tongue. Pools of it gathered in the divots, mixing with the condensing water until they overflowed, spilling over into her face. She shut her lips, but the sludge still found a way in. Up her nose, she was gagging and coughing; the vomit was back, and every move forward swung her arm on its torn up ligaments, twisting into agonizing spirals of pain.
An alcove opened ahead. 'Here!' sheltered beneath three large looping tubes, she caught her breath and puked.
A shaking left hand whipped vomit away and tugged water from her pouch, bending it up along her shoulder. Pale lights twinkled off the pipes and she quickly twisted her body to keep it covered, biting back the pain.
Under its glow she felt her tendons grow en masse, until, with a soft *snap* they popped her humerus back in.
She let out a small breath and gave herself a smile.
Massive fleshy fingers grabbed at her face! They came through the bars, wrapping all the way around her head. She kicked away screaming, her water evaporating on a hot pipe. Locs of her hair were caught between long yellow claws. She cut them off with fire.
The hand shot back and roars shook the pipes. She crawled on her back through her hole, looking everywhere for that hand, her right fist still lit and shearing the shadows away. All she saw was the pipes.
A loud Thumping landed on the ducts above her. It moved closer, Knuckles Dragging, its weight crushing her pipes! They creaked and squeaked above her while more fog came to bounce her firelight away. A meaty trunk slammed down beside Korra. She jolted to her left as the hairy haul thing extended its digits through her squeeze. Another came down on her right, reaching through! Touching bare skin.
'The hole's exit was inches behind her. She could scrape through!'
Awful muggy air panted into Korra's face. The metal pipes bent aside, almost pinning her and she saw sick glowing yellow eyes come out behind with a metallic grin.
*KA-BWOOOOOOOSH!*
Fire erupted between her and that horrible face, caking everything in blistering orange! She punched the monster over and over, each strike rattling her bones. It would Die! She'd scorch away and Bash Its Stupid Skull In!
*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
Her fists struck again and the pain finally got through. She yanked them back but her right was snapped up by the pipes. They snaked around her wrist in impossible designs, cuffing it below the grinning face of a …Radiator?
2 Sickly yellow temperature gauges rested over a curved up grill. This shock severed the connection to her flames as rust and soot sprinkled down into her slack-jaw.
*ScrEEECH!* The trunks next to her flexed. Yellow clawed nails scraped across the metal floor as the weight above the radiator shifted. She looked at her hands, one trapped and the other sparking forth a new flame, eyes darting between the two.
The fatty weight jiggled through the pipes, dancing out of sight from her orange light. It whooped and hollered, layers of unwashed fat folds slapping as they bounced through the metal jungle behind her. Korra's head shot back to the exit hole. Inches away, close enough for those long orange fingers to come through and–
She heard the tubes shift. Her eyes darted from her trapped hand to the exit, and then at the fire held in her left. She pulled, twisted, and yanked but couldn't free her wrist. Her fire grew with panic, hungry to burn.
-Her hand was stuck.
-The monster was coming.
-Her flame blade rose!
The orangutan dropped in front of the hole, rattling the pipeworks. At the flick from his too-long fingers their spouts twisted to face him, releasing clouds of cool steam. Drenched wet, he could now reach his hand through with no fear of Korra's flames.
The spider digits spread wide, taunting the child with scraping on the floor. *rat-tat-ta-tat* up to her head and pounced on nothing…
They scrambled across the bare metal floor into every knock and cranny. Forever, the master of the「STRENGTH」Stand, ducked his head below. Red lights "grew" from the ground, painting in a Korra-less mess of pipes.
Their brass coating had been scraped away to reveal their shining gray metal centers bent out of place. All that was left was a sweat stained shirt-sleeve torn off by her escape.
Forever carefully brought it up to his eyes. He then pressed the damp cloth against his nostrils and inhaled.
*SNIIIIIIIIFFFF*
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Korra's right hand clenched underneath its ghostly counterpart. Metal flaked off her Stand, twinkling in her firelight, but besides that the corridors were pure black. Something, or someone, shut off all the emergency lights. Her Stand hand clenched with a loud squeal and she winced.
"Ok, Korra, OK… You're a bit behind the eight ball, but that's OK".
"A big monster (probably Mr. Licky-lick) is chasing you through a water tube maze. These things probably happened to Aang all the time. Could happen to anybody," she muttered.
"So. You've. Got. This!"
A blast of steam doused her flame. She couldn't breathe. Her flame sparked, smothered in the water saturated air. She cupped it and watched it flicker red between her fingers.
Wide eyes crinkled as it grew. Her Stand lashed out at the pipe, caving it through with one clean hit.
"You Know you can take IT in a fair fight! So get up to the deck and show 'em all (Again) why you're the Avatar!". She smiled and pushed forward. Another spout of steam hissed, but she'd already pulled her fire to safety. Her smile grew into a smirk dancing in her firelight.
"Take that, you Kanky thing!". Behind her, an Orange shape turned its head. Eyeing her flame, it quietly puffed up its cheeks to bulging big balloons and…
Korra felt wet steam whizz past her ear, shooting through her fire and inking the room in total darkness.
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Korra scrambled for the paths to the upper decks, again running running while the booming laugh chased her down. Vapour gushed from all the pipes, flooding her tunnels with white and drowning every spark she made. She tried to grab at it, waterbend the haze, but it was too much like air to budge.
"Where are you?! Show yourself!"
The monkey watched on, not through eyes of course. An orangutan's eyes were no better than a humans and neither would see the hand before their face. But he felt her run. Vibrations through his metal traveled up his hairy toes. It was her fear; running and bumping into his maze, heart hammering deliciously in her tiny chest. 'To Feel that pulse directly,' it just made him feel giddy.
Especially down…
The little avatar could scamper all she wanted, cutting down corners & squeezing through pipes, working up a sweat.
He licked his balloon lips.
She'd never see the sun again.
Korra took a lucky turn angled at the exit. Forever almost clapped, before bringing a pipe out of the ground to snag her ankles.
She jumped, landing pinpoint precise with her toes on the pipe before kicking off to swing through the tubes. She accelerated, twisting on dimes in her race for the door.
'How…?'
The girl was making a Monkey of him!. Which wasn't possible -Unless- Was it a power of her Stand?
He pondered it, then scoffed. That mystery had already been parsed by his great intellect long ago, when he first spied her using its power. No, this was something else?
He scraped the gunk off his feet and went to check again, slamming his foot down with a splash!
—Condensation dribbled from above, lacing the floor with puddles. A few drops spritzed over his face on their journey down. He caught one before it fell with his long four jointed finger, bringing it to inspect.
Water…rushing through pipes.
The monkey threw back his head with a bloodchilling howl of laughter.
'Clever girl!'
He flicked his fingers as if he were a conductor, and the water rushed through the pipes in a new direction.
"Oi, Jiji! Everyone…".
The Crusaders stopped, one foot in the cabin doorway to look back at Jotaro. He stood over the deck railing, scowling.
"What is it, Jotaro?"
Jotaro pointed down and the rest crowded around to look.
Thousands of gallons of water jettisoned out of the ship, turning the surrounding sea into a frothy kaleidoscope of white water rapids.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. That's not good".
"No no no no!" Korra clutched air as the last gallons flushed away. It was gone, ALL GONE! Her bending pulled at nothing. The pipes were dead and dark.
*Gulp*
She lit a small fire which sparked and sputtered in the damp air. Cool red light that barely reached a foot in front. Squinting, she saw to her left was a tunnel made from crisscrossing tubes of haphazard sizes. On her right…the same thing, but worse.
Korra's breath hitched. Her heart had begun to race, pounding in her head, so deafening the monkey could be behind her and she'd never—!
She spun around jumping at her shadow! It flickered against the light, a tiny little silhouette.
"…"
Korra swallowed and clenched her teeth. Her Stand's arm, still manifested, ignited their fingertips. She straightened up, and turned to face her two paths: one bad and one far worse.
*SKReeEEAK!* From the right her ears picked up- "Claws" -scraping against the pipes just out of sight, coming closer. Korra took a step back and darted her eyes to the left path. Down the squeeze, running all the way to the top. She'd escape. Nothing could stop the Avatar, after all…
Korra cocked her head right path and raised her trembling lips into a sneer.
'Naah'.
Ignoring the hair-raising scrapes, she squeezed through the decimeter tight gaps of the harder path and went on a monkey hunt.
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Korra shimmied down the half-foot gap with her tiny red-orange flame lighting her front. Her Stand-limb swiveled out from her collarbone, jerked by pulley wires crisscrossing the cobalt metal. Flathead screws strained to whirl, knotted to one another by a rat's nest of black muscle wiring. Powerful hydraulics pooled underneath master pistons linked to a master pulley running down the limb. They pulled it taught, forcing the limb to jerk around and shine their finger flames into every nook & monkey-sized cranny, somehow always missing the head level pipes.
She 'Finally' reached the end at a gate covered by mist. With one decisive swipe she broke down the fog wall and found:
—an empty room…
Korra swung her light across the 7x10 meter blank square. Immaculate metal walls without a door nor divot. Her eyes narrowed to pinpricks and she tried to stomp back the way she came, swearing how her Grunkle Soka taught her, but then stopped dead in her tracks.
Her one way out now split into two. Another tunnel was running beside here. Cocking her head, she tried to peer through the thick fog. It dropped to the ground like a stone, jolting her back. She forced herself still and glared down the new passage, lifting her fires up. They grew into great orange suns and saw: The same place she just came from?!
Her eyes twitched. Curses flooding her mouth ground to bits by clenched teeth, coming all out as half-formed garbles. She could only jab a shaky finger down the tunnel, sputtering and fuming, as she saw red.
*Breathe Korra*
She blasted fire down both paths, scorching away the outer coats of metal. It glowed bright coral, pulsating in her eyes.
*Just breathe*
She sighed, and —Came Nose to Nose with a Grinning FACE!
Korra stumbled back and punched jets of fire. Her flames grabbed, but bounced away at weird incongruent X angles, billowing off into black brume. She kept firing bursts after burst, but while backing away and eyeing the room, listening for any *meaty* sounds.
Under her bombardment the face's expressive smirk began to droop. Brass globules of flesh smacked against the grate floor, melting holes through. She cut her bending off and the figure teetered.
The metal person fell over with a crash, cratering the grate floor. Korra jumped and her firelight sputtered, sending the shadows bumping into one another in the tight room. Immediate fire rushed back into her hand and her second filled with sparks. Sweat ran down her neck as she brought both down to the figure.
It was another metal fake out. 'How- Why?!'. Her eyebrows shot off her forehead and she moved in closer, shifting around the body. Dirty silver, human teeth stuck out at odd angles, twisting with the smelted face. It was lifelike in every way. Defined muscles roiled beneath smooth brass skin. Its body -No, "her body!", because that was a girl's body, right? She had Korra's proportions and was just as tall! All draped by alloy woven clothes Korra recognized in an instant:
Southern Water Tribe.
She swallowed and drew back while "her" empty sockets tracked her move. Power pumped, flooding into her flames! She backed further into the room as brass light blinked in from the dark corners. They were coming for her, edging closer in the flickering shadows with each twist of her head.
"ENOUGH!"!
Fire pillars scorched the high ceiling. Wide, fearful eyes spied her all angles, all from one identical face.
Hers?
They were her! Every single one, surrounding her, caught in mid-motion animated in the act of coming towards her and… removing their clothes?
Some had just begun, frozen with their shirts pulled up their midriffs. Others were far ahead with a clothes pile beside them. All leveling her with the same wide trembling eyes.
"What. The. Heck…?"
Korra backed away, never taking her eyes off "hers". There was no point staying in this weird room. She moved for the exits and slammed her spine into a metal wall.
She whirled, hands clawing at what was supposed to be her tunnel.
Behind her the metal of the mannequins *creaked*.
Her fingers tore into the sheet, ripping it apart like putty.
'Was this Metal bending? It had to be. Her first time and already perfect!'
The entire wall flowed down like water, wiping away what she tore apart. 'She was too good!'
More shifting creaks behind her. Her Stand snapped around she winced and spewed out billowing streams of flames.
They continued closer.
The slag one beside Korra squeaked. She felt it stir up.
"Come On! Come On!"
She plunged both arms elbow deep and grabbed fistfuls of metal. With a scream she flung it away -And the Monkeys Smiling, Gnashing Face Lunged out at Her!
Steel waters breached and Korra fell beneath its churning wake. Orange fatty rolls clapped liquid metal spraying at its colossal feet. She backpedaled before she could think, suffocating under its shadow. Thick hairy hands reached for her tiny frame.
"NO!"
White hot rage curled her hands into fists. 'No More Running!' It erupted from her hands in exploding ion light →Metal arms grabbed and pinned her limbs. They slammed her face first against the grate, forcing her giant jets of fire into the ground. She screamed and thrashed, trying to worm her way free, but the clothless mannequin bodies piled on, pressing her flat.
She sucked in air to unleash a roar of fire when a metal fist drove itself into her stomach. Air screamed through clenched teeth.
She Couldn't Breathe!
Her fire died.
One of the "hers" grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. In the darkening corner of her eye she saw the slag one's horrific grimace. The others were now dragging her forward, across the grate floor and to…
A long, four-jointed orange finger came underneath Korra's chin! She tried to pull away but the "hers" kept her there. Brass, eyes widened and necks squeaked as they tried to look away.
Korra saw their faces warp and shift between emotions. They were terrified, holding her between them and IT. Some held her Stand back, twisting against the joint. Metal began to crumple causing blood to run down Korra's arm. She watched them shake their heads in shame.
The Monkey's maw stretched as he brought himself face to face with the little girl. There was fire in her eyes. White hot hate clenched teeth dripping malice -spraying it with her shaking head. All to hide the real emotion underneath.
FEAR…
The monkey licked his bulbous balloon lips. 'Delicious fear'. She could try and hide, bury it deep under bravado, but it would always leak out.
She was jerking away, fighting on fumes while his Orange hairs bristled the scruff of her chin. He saw her eyes go wide, just like his dolls, and plaque-caked teeth gnashed with anticipation. The bleed of fear was beginning. From the tears in her eyes, inking the rest of her features. She was driven still as he reached to caress her soft, young skin.
"¡OWATTA!" she hissed!
A second metal fist burst into an uppercut. Forever leaped away by hairs of his many chins, backflipping with a twirl at the end of the room. The fist continued its arc, colliding into the slag mannequins holding Korra's head. It rocked her head backwards, but otherwise nothing until the gears on the hand spun. A PIN shot from the back, twisting round in its socket by pulley strings. They spun to a precise interval before shooting back through into the brass head.
It jutted out of the "Korra", crowning her a unicorn. Unblinking eyes stared up at it. A sound tang out, *PINg*, and horrific realization dawned on the brass girl with
Her lips parted, "please-"
The PIN drove itself through her head.
Metal buckled and her upper body was crushed flat in seconds.
Sharp shrapnel flew, nicking Korra. One large shard skewered the floor between her thighs.
Her trapped Stand-hand broke free and Korra heard the *SNAP!* before she felt her left thumb splinter.
'No Time For Pain!' She swung that Stand-arm at the staggering Shrapnel generator.
"¡OWATTA!"
"¡OWATTA!"
A third hand grew from her shoulder, crossing through the brass thigh's shadow. Its PIN joined the other on the opposite femur, both angled up against the crushing force. Two ethereal "PINg" sounds rang out before they shot into their thighs.
Metal crumpled up as all three PINs' force vectors met and overlapped in perfect symmetry. A sphere of stress collapsed the figure -shrapnel & all- dropping a dense ball Ker-Thunking across the floor, dancing awkward on its PINs.
Here one moment, gone the next, the PINless ball dropped, carving a crater in the grate. Its brass shell split to reveal a dark-silver core.
"OWATTA! OWATTA! OWATTA!"
PINg!
PINg!
PINg!
Black, bedlam muscles bulged out of her Stand. Twisted too tight, they strained against their frame, forcing out in rough jagged jabs. Another naked mannequin, this one with her knee pressed on Korra's throat, found herself skewered. Gone in an instant, now a ball bouncing by Korra's face.
"OWATTA! OWATTA! OWATTA!
OWATTA! OWATTA! OWATTA!
OWATTA! OWATTA! OWATTA!"
More mannequins fall, raining at her feet. The master pistons dotting her Stand's skin squashed down within, multiplying their force exponentially. Raw hydraulic power coursed through, unleashed on her pulley wires.
"OWATTA! OWATTA! OWA–urgh–TA!"
Her thick pulley cable snapped and her real arm dropped. The last "her" fell to the floor and bounced up and down with the rest. Its PINs unraveled themselves, disappearing into translucent ribbons.
Korra Stood! Her left arm laid across her stretched out leg. The middle finger twitches, it's all she can make it do as she glares down at her monster. White hot hate overtakes her eyes. It's blinding! She rose and Forever took a step back, before composing himself with a quick grin.
Korra grinned back and her second Stand-hand snapped infront of her. Where the first was cobalt hues, brushed by waters and koi fins, this one burned. Scared splotches with embering rings ate away, colliding with billowing smoke stacks that soaked her arm in ash. Yet, out of this ash sprouted green; vines of plants that did not exist twisted up her limb and around her fingers. She opened those fingers and let tufts of dirty orange hair fall before the monkey's eyes.
"I almost had you," she winked. Forever looked down at the hair and then back to a smug Korra.
"Yep! Had you fooled, huh? All Acting!". Her left shoulder buckled as she tried to flick her nose with her torn-up arm. She made an immediate switch to her right.
The monkey raised his brow.
"Come on," she rasped, "You think those baby taps c-could knock my wind out? I'm an airbender in training, remember." Short, painful pants punctuated her words.
He yawned, then brought his right hand into a hanging fist, quickly flipping it up, pointing left, cupping into a circle, and then pointing up. He blitzed through these signs with practiced ease, spelling (M•E•T•H•O•D).
A quick wink and Korra felt ice run down her spine. She shook it off and signed her own response.
"I don't know what- (W3TH0B) -means?" Forever giggled.
"But I know you can see my Stand. Nobody back home could. They all thought I'd made an imaginary friend. So consider yourself special". She kicks one of the metal balls at Forever's face. He caught it with his toes.
"That yours?"
Forever dusted it off with his Captain's coat. Cleaned to his standards, he balanced it on his fingertips and began a slow clap. The clap gained speed, whooping and hollering at Korra but he never dropped the ball. The applause filled the room, multiplied off dozens of brass hands. They were back! Jeering at the Avatar. Korra spun, the noise thunder in her skull, her three fists pointing at the enclosing crowd.
"DON'T MOCK ME—"
Forever held up a hand the clapping stopped. Korra's eyes shot to him as he jammed his long spindly fingers through a crack between pipes. They curled around the edges of a 'something' and pulled it out. A 10x8 ft chalkboard glided out on wheels through the centimeter's thick gap.
Korra's brain rebooted.
Chalk scraping and white clouds filled the air as Forever stacked the entire board with atomic numbers and complex mathematical equations; all surrounding one sentence.
Hypothesis: Pure Platinum is unbendable?
The dark-gray spheroid balls glinted at Korra's eyes. Her's narrowed.
The monkey underlined the word "CONCLUSION:" and crushed the ball under his foot to paste.
With dexterous toes he picked it up and tossed it to his hands. A blur of fingers bent the soft metal like a balloon until he formed the word, "NO". Then, with a knobbly finger, he poked out the hole in the letter "O". Meeting eyes with Korra, he slid his finger in and out and in and out.
'…wha?'
His grin was all teeth, rotten cavity crusted with drool sloshing out of its holes. The odor assaulted her with his fast eager breaths.
"Oh my ME!" she gagged. "Brush Your Stinky Stupid Teeth!"
The monkey actually recoiled, checking his breath with worry in his eyes. One of his girls laid a comforting hand on his knee, and Korra's rage Broke.
"HEY! Are we gonna keep signing things I don't get? Or are we gonna start speaking my language!?" Red embers sparked off her rippling flames.
Forever *tut* *tut* *tut*ed and Korra's eye seized, rage and confusion playing double-dutch with her lid.
"I'm gonna kill him. Gonna kill- freaking skin him and turn his hyde into a mop for the poop deck!"
The ear splitting noise of nails on chalkboard yanked her eyes back on Forever. He was clawing a word, cutting over his math with Big, Exaggerated letters.
PURESHA! (Pressure).
A naked "her" walked out from behind the board with a sign card above her head. She was strutted out like a pro-bending ring girl, twisting the sign for all to see. Her metal lips trembled.
[P=F/A]
"What… The… Fuck!..".
Her stomach wormed itself into knots as something within, something primal, made her take a step back.
The ape's yellow eyes looked at her.
"…So you figured out how I'm gonna whoop your but. Congratulations, give him all a big hand," she drawled and the mannequins began to clap again. Forever took off his Captain's hat, teary eyed, and gave elaborate motions of thanks to the crowd.
Korra spat on the ground before him.
"Make all the metal "Me"s you want. They can't protect you from getting *Popped* like a meat balloon!"
Metal skeriked as she brought her Stand-hands to point at the orange and obese beast.
"And all I need to do is touch you-?"
Forever wet his fingers with drool and rubbed his nipples…
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"NOOOOOPE!"
Flames explode out from Korra's one working fist, crashing her into the pipe rafters. Her two Stand-hands slam together, sparking metal, and between their fingertips her livid blue eye pierces Forever! The water hand stays limp, so the others jar down to it. Gears whir and her left arm seizes, its muscles twisting and tearing within. Her limb is overtaken by dark blotches of blood beneath the skin as its PIN dives between the other two. She rips all hands away, sparkling embers trailing her Stand.
"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~"
Held above her human hand was a tiny flame pierced at three separate vectors.
Its PINs hummed, rotating in their sockets, and crushed the flame down to the smallest possible particle. Harsh light splintered out and the boiler room gauges went wild. Temperatures skyrocketed and Korra was kicked back by their force, blistering her hand as she used every ounce of bending to force the heatwave away.
A high piercing whine filled the tight room. Orange streaks raced from all hands, sucked in by the soaring pressure differential. The bomb shook in her hand.
"Ya know, I was planning on being nice! Put on a show for everyone on deck & let you break your own limbs –Buuuuuut You Had To Make This Weird!"
A blistering singularity emerged at the center of the PINs. Sharp arcs of flame escape and shear clear through the metal. The mannequins took a fearful step back.
The monkey raised an eyebrow high over his scalp. Advanced geometric calculations flashed through his mind and he moved his foot an inch and a half to the left. The pressure cooker buckled and an arc carved through where his toes erst were.
He sneered and brought up his captain's pipe. An arc later and it was lit.
The fireball rotated, pointing one PIN down at the monkey and mannequins. The "Korras" fell back, running and clawing at the metal walls. Her blue eyes take on a manic glee while she grins, squinting as the harsh light flashes between orange and blue.
"I want you to take your creepy sculptures, your unwashed hands and hyde, and your disgusting putrid slobber and Buuuuuurrrn!"
Forever ran his tongue over fat drooping lips. He motioned and a cocoon of metal sprung around him.
Korra was grinning ear to ear. She flooded her fire with more power and the ball warped around between her fingertips. Her Stand grabbed her arm, steading it, as the entire room shook. The "Korras" were banging against the walls, pleading to be let out. Behind his plexiglass window Forever silenced everything with a dismissive swipe.
Sound vanished. Korra glared at Forever and saw him lift his fecal covered four-knotted finger. Beneath his captain's hat one eye twinkled at Korra as he curled his finger back in the only sign she understood:
"Bring it, little girl".
–Her PIN unraveled in a beautiful spiral.
–Fire sensed the hole in its pressure cage.
–The world exploded in a blue wave of annihilation, crashing against his cocoon as rotten cavities leered from ear to ear.
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「STAND NAME」: ?
「STAND MASTER」: KORRA
「Stats」:
Power (A)
Speed (D)
Range (E)
Durability/Staying: (?)
Precision: (?)
Development/Learning: (A)
Pressure Pins: Every hand can affix one PIN to a subject (physical or elemental). The PIN(s) then exerts a Force equidistant over the target's surface area. The upper limits of this force are unknown.
Elemental Interaction: Korra can Bend through her Stand, however, their tightly wound muscles could tear with most techniques.
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Korra : Destiny's BIZARRE Child!
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Author's Note
The Great First: The powers of Korra's Stand are finally revealed and they are terrifying when used in tandem with her bending!
If you couldn't guess her powers before the reveal, no worries, there's plenty more unique bizarre Stands coming our way. And I can't wait to share my new, freshly baked, batch of cookies with whomever guesses their powers!
🍪 🍪 🍪 *yum!*
I am very happy with the creative freedom this chapter offered. Taking the powers of the 「STRENGTH」Stand to new, horrific heights was a blast. The Avatar vs a Monster removing her elements one by one; it's a fantastic cage match and the premise got me hooked.
I only wish it wasn't built on, well, you know…
A "Sexual Assaulting Simian" chasing a naked pre-teen into the showers would not be my first choice for a plot. Calling it problematic is an understatement, even for the time period when it was written.
I hope what I wrote addressed the shortcomings many people, myself included, have had with the canon version (Kept Korra clothed, so that's a plus).
It has been my earnest attempt for my last seven drafts to write a sequence that neither glosses over the horror of Forever's intentions & actions, nor one which revels in the violence enacted. If you believe that I have been less than successful in my attempt, my humblest apologies. My PMs are open for further discussion and I thank you for your conversation. m（＿ ＿）ｍ
Should this chapter's subject matter have made you deeply uncomfortable, I may have an answer of what you can do with those feelings. I am listing below charities and organizations that dedicate themselves to helping sexual assault victims recover and get justice. They all, and many more, would be indebted to your help:
• The National Sexual Assault Hotline (NSAH), operated by RAINN, provides live, secure, and anonymous crisis support to survivors of sexual violence and their loved ones.
• Take Back The Night is the oldest worldwide movement to stand against sexual violence.
• The National Child Traumatic Stress Network (NCTSN) provides information and training to those who work with vulnerable populations in schools, healthcare, the justice system, and more.
• National Sexual Violence Resource Center (NSVRC) provides resources to find organizations nationwide.
• National Association of Crime Victim Compensation Boards: Supports state level compensation programs in providing financial aid to victims.