[LN] Snow Place Like Home

[didnotdoitforthevines]

Artistic expression hasn't really been an outlet Korra's ever really explored - that was more Huan's and Meelo's thing. She didn't really have the patience to try actually applying things to canvas like Meelo, but using bending, like Huan? Maybe that was more up her alley.

Or so she thought. She'd started out just with some basic stuff, drawing up snow and shaping it. First, one yeti showed up to watch. And then another, and another, until she had an audience. By that point, she was less doing snow-sculpture and more showing off her bending on a practice dummy of snow that she'd build back up again and again.

If anything, it was good practice.

[LN] Wonder Warrior

[amazing_amazon]

 One of the things Diana liked best about the North Pole was the immense training facility that they had in the lowest levels. It wasn't quite the same as sparring with her Amazon sisters - nothing would ever be quite the same as that, though training with Dinah Laurel Lance and Barda Free came very close on most days - but this would do. 

She had set up the clockwork robots to oppose her. Some of them moved like ninja, others like soldiers, others set to something unpredictable.

As robots went flying this way and that, it was clear that Diana was enjoying herself. Yes, she was sent to Patriarch's World on a mission of peace and tolerance, but in as much as a cruel dictator could enjoy fine, delicate art, so too could someone as peace-loving as Diana enjoy the art of war. She had, after all, been bred for it in some ways. 

But only as a means to an end, and nothing more. If there was a chance that Diana could take a peaceful way out, well, she would. Always. 

She'd been down here for an hour now and she'd only broken into the thinnest sheen of sweat. Her lasso went one way while her tiara went another. She timed it perfectly so that, on its way back, the tiara would also zing the opponent she'd lassoed, knocking it unconscious. 

Jewelry as weaponry. People may laugh at it, but it has its uses. Truly, anything could be a weapon in the right hands. Anything could also be a weapon in the wrong hands. In her experience, more often than not, that was tragically the case. 

Once the robots were down and out, Diana had set up another little obstacle for herself. A line of robots shooting at her from all directions. This...this was her favourite part. The one thing she'd enjoyed practicing as a child, and the one thing that she still enjoyed even today.

Bullets and bracelets.

They came at her, flashes of fire and portents of pain, but Diana was fast. Her indestructible vambraces became a blur of silver haloing around her body as she turned and deflected, her arms graced with Hermes' speed and blessed with Athena's tactical knowledge as she deflected the bullets just so, ensuring that no innocent bystander would ever be caught by their riotous ricocheting. 

Diana didn't expect many guns, not in this situation, but one never knew.

Besides, it was fun practicing, regardless.

[LN] No, those aren't for pulling

[carrierdove]

"I said to stop pulling my feathers."

The voice is flat and unamused. There is a giant mourning dove (about the size of a large dog) perched on the banister overlooking the Globe of Belief, and there's a cluster of elves huddled near him, completely disregarding personal space and putting their hands through his feathers, occasionally trying to pull one. The dove seems to be glaring at them, but it's hard to tell since it's a fucking bird.

"Go away and leave me alone." He flares his feathers and gives a flap of the wings, kicking up enough wind to make the elves slide back. Normally, the invasion of personal space would deeply upset him, but the little things feel more like animals than people. It'd be like getting angry at a dog for trying to get too close and personal.

The elves hide behind objects to escape the wind, but they're already peeking out, gauging how long it will be before they can go investigate the feathers again.

The bird sighs and turns his attention back to the globe, watching lights flicker in and out. Maybe he should fly closer to get a better look.

[LN] Flight of the Mini Fairies

[morethanmyth]

One of the stressful parts about over half of the Guardians being missing was that that the world went on, and belief in them couldn't afford to falter. Until they got some sort of indication that they were dead, the Yetis still made toys for Christmas, and the Mini Fairies still collected teeth, under the command of Baby Tooth. There had been the odd Mini Fairy sighting here and there, but they were all busier than ever, as they had to do as much of what their creator did as they could, to make sure that she had as much belief as they could drum up for her.

Which is why seeing a small cloud of Mini Fairies come flashing into the Workshop was probably not a good sign, especially given the distressed chirps they were letting out.

They start circling the main chamber, zipping here and there like organized hummingbirds, looking for Jack or Bunny or anyone who can help them.