[The image, at first, is upside down, but Asami is quick to correct this with a small intrigued sound.]
This is incredible. [Though larger, more mechanical creations are more of her thing. Gloved fingers accidentally brush over the screen, temporarily hiding green eyes narrowed in concentration.] How does it do all of this?
[There's a muffled 'vulpix' from somewhere off screen and that seems to bring the young woman back to focus, her look of focus replaced with one of surprise.]
Oh, is it on? Am I on the... [She pauses, carefully sounding out the words:] PokéGear Connect?
[The lack of response makes her feel a little foolish, but if this is her only option...]
My name's Asami Sato, and I'm trying to find someone- her name's Korra. We were travelling together before I woke up here, and I just thought- I don't know where she could have gone.
[There's definitely a hint of some sort of sadness to her tone, loneliness even.]
If anyone has met her, or knows of a way I can contact her, I'd really- [Another pause.] -appreciate it.
b; action
[On one hand, it was a relief that the Spirit World was not New Bark Town- Asami's first reaction upon analyzing her surroundings had been nothing short of disappointment. On the other hand, New Bark Town and by extension Johto was not the Spirit World. And not where Asami was supposed to be.
And Korra wasn't there.
Asami liked to think herself resourceful in a crisis, but even this was above her.
She sat off to the side of the crowd gathered around the old man in the center of the town, wrapped a coat she had found but didn't remember packing, the device called a pokegear in her hand. A Vulpix perches next to her, poised and elegant with its nose tilted up just so; she's still not quite sure what to make of that.
Occasionally she looks up, green eyes scanning the crowd, as if she's looking for someone in particular. When she doesn't see what she's looking for she lets out a disappointed sigh and returns to fussing with the pokegear.]
asami sato | the legend of korra
[The image, at first, is upside down, but Asami is quick to correct this with a small intrigued sound.]
This is incredible. [Though larger, more mechanical creations are more of her thing. Gloved fingers accidentally brush over the screen, temporarily hiding green eyes narrowed in concentration.] How does it do all of this?
[There's a muffled 'vulpix' from somewhere off screen and that seems to bring the young woman back to focus, her look of focus replaced with one of surprise.]
Oh, is it on? Am I on the... [She pauses, carefully sounding out the words:] PokéGear Connect?
[The lack of response makes her feel a little foolish, but if this is her only option...]
My name's Asami Sato, and I'm trying to find someone- her name's Korra. We were travelling together before I woke up here, and I just thought- I don't know where she could have gone.
[There's definitely a hint of some sort of sadness to her tone, loneliness even.]
If anyone has met her, or knows of a way I can contact her, I'd really- [Another pause.] -appreciate it.
b; action
[On one hand, it was a relief that the Spirit World was not New Bark Town- Asami's first reaction upon analyzing her surroundings had been nothing short of disappointment. On the other hand, New Bark Town and by extension Johto was not the Spirit World. And not where Asami was supposed to be.
And Korra wasn't there.
Asami liked to think herself resourceful in a crisis, but even this was above her.
She sat off to the side of the crowd gathered around the old man in the center of the town, wrapped a coat she had found but didn't remember packing, the device called a pokegear in her hand. A Vulpix perches next to her, poised and elegant with its nose tilted up just so; she's still not quite sure what to make of that.
Occasionally she looks up, green eyes scanning the crowd, as if she's looking for someone in particular. When she doesn't see what she's looking for she lets out a disappointed sigh and returns to fussing with the pokegear.]