route_1065 | this stinks.

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asami sato | the legend of korra

this stinks.

Who: Asami and OPEN
Where: Ecruteak
When: October 22-27
Summary: Asami becomes half stunky and hates literally everything.
Rating: PG
Log:

[ Waking up... ]
Asami, without a fraction of a doubt, had a very powerful vanity streak.

For the most part, she was an earlier riser than her traveling companions. She was used to getting up early and liked to be awake for the sunrise. It was calming, and it made her feel productive.

So when she woke up the morning of the 22nd and everything felt horribly wrong, it was all she could not to gasp so loudly she woke the entire hotel room.

Her clothes were ill-fitting over the thick layer of purple and white fur that had appeared all over her body. She definitely had a tail. Even her face felt misshapen. There was no trying to not panic. She was panicking. She was panicking so much that she let loose a stink bomb under the covers. Rolling out of bed more roughly than she usually did (sorry, Korra), she dashed to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, then closed the door very hard.

She was not coming out unless she absolutely had to.

[ Actually getting outside. ]
Asami managed to peel herself outdoors at night. She was extremely skittish and nervous and generally disgusted with herself. She smelled horrific. Her face looked like a small, purple ass. She could be found around the poorly lit nighttime streets of Ecruteak, poking around in alleys on some strangely comforting instinct she didn't understand.

She didn't want to be seen. Spirits forbid anyone saw her.

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What the...?

Korra was used to Asami getting up before her. She'd half-wake, and roll into the warm spot the other woman left, until she eventually pulled herself into a state close to fully awake. She really wasn't much of a morning person, and she assumed Asami had a million different things to do to herself when she got up anyway.

This morning, though...

She was sitting up and stumbling out of the bed before her brain even knew what was going on. And once it caught up, she still wasn't sure what was going on. Except the room smelled awful and Asami was already gone and wow did she feel itchy down her neck, shoulders and back...

"Asami? Are you okay?"

Horrible smell and rushing to the bathroom usually meant the answer to that question was 'no'. But Korra was still half-asleep and her attention was divided by the fact that she didn't feel quite right.

In the body composition department.

The lock clicked as soon as Asami heard Korra's voice. No. No no no she couldn't see her right now! No one could see her! Asami couldn't even bring herself to look in the mirror, her heart racing in a wild panic and her throat squeezing uncomfortably. She curled up with her back pressed hard against the door, as if the sturdy hotel lock wasn't enough.

What happened to her?

All Korra got in response was panicked breathing, bordering on wheezing. She was so disgusting...

Nope, that didn't sound good. Korra moved to the bathroom door. Had she slept funny? She felt...not stiff, really, just not the same. But Asami's bathroom distress was a little bit more pressing right now.

"Can I get you some tea? Or...more towels?"

She ran a hand through her hair and paused.

That....was a lot more hair than she'd had when she went to bed last night.

"No-" she finally sputtered out, her voice sputtering and choked with panic. "No..."

She couldn't say anything else. Asami finally looked down at her hands as she pressed against the door. The backs were fluffy. And her once delicately trimmed nails had grown into claws. She lifted her ruined hands to her face to get a feel for it's shape and let out a very distressed but (thankfully?) human yelp.

What had happened to her face?

"Are you....sure?"

Because it didn't sound like anything was at all alright in that bathroom. "I can get whatever you need. A bathrobe...medicine... softer toilet paper. Just say the word." She could go and get whatever from the Pokemart or the Center.

Probably. She'd make her best effort, at least, who knew what was available in the personal health area. Or how bad Asami really was this morning. Were they at 'bath, clean clothes and memory wiping levels of alcohol' stages of distress? What was happening to Asami?!?! And her healing abilities didn't even work here, that was just great.

She pressed her face against the door and leaned into it, wishing she could do something for Asami. Anything.

Now the backs of her hands and her lower legs were starting to itch like mad, too. Was their room infested with bugs, on top of maybe serving poisoned food?

Leave it to Korra.

"No..." Asami managed again. "Not that..." It was all she could think of to assure Korra that it wasn't any physical illness. Asami could at least put together that that was likely what Korra was assuming.

....The implication was pretty clear. Whatever had sent Asami flying into the bathroom, it wasn't from bad fish or anything like that. Korra frowned, still resting against the bathroom door.

Her first instinct was to try and fix whatever was wrong. That was what she did!

"Okay...can I come in?"

"No." Asami butted in halfway through Korra's sentence. No, she could absolutely not come in and see... this. How would she ever even be able to look at her again?

"Whatever it is, it's okay."

Korra honestly had no idea what was wrong, but it would be okay. It had to be. And after everything they'd been through and done together, it couldn't be that awful.

But she didn't try to get through the door.

"What can't we get through, huh?"

"It's not okay." The words came with a stifled sob. There was an uncomfortable rise of guilt at that. There were so many things that had happened to both of them that were technically worse than this. Logic said that.

But when Asami dared to peek up at herself in the mirror, she only let out another distressed sob.

"Something happened."

No, shit, Asami.

"I know."

And Korra was beginning to suspect just what it was. That light itching in her arms was giving way to a whole lot of hair that normally wasn't there.

That...was not promising. She didn't feel sick, or in any pain, but there was definitely something happening to her. If something similar was happening to Asami...

No wonder the other woman was locking herself in the bathroom right now.

"I don't think it's just you...but whatever it is, we can figure it out."

That was enough to snap Asami out of her panic loop.

"Are you okay...?" She hadn't even so much as looked at Korra before dashing for the bathroom. How could she be so selfish...

"I think so....I could probably use a shave, though."

Korra was still leaning against the door. She didn't have a mirror handy - it wasn't like she carried a little one around with her - but she thought she could feel where she was sprouting strange new hair.

"Or a lot of shaves."

Elsa, unsurprisingly, was already up and panicking. She had woken up feeling like someone had glued a bucket to her head, and no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't come off. And after one look in the mirror... hoo boy.

The top half of her head resembled Snowball's; the skull-like helmet of a Froslass, complete with two chunks of ice sticking up out of it like horns. It was a stark, bone-white, paler than even her own skin, and the discoloration had trailed down the sides of her neck to her arm, which ended in hands dyed an icy blue.

She honestly had been about to scream, but then she'd heard thumping and the sound of a door slamming in the room next to hers. That room was...

"Asami? Korra?"

She wasn't sure how thin or thick the inn's walls were, so hey, it can't hurt...

It took Asami nearly a minute to respond.

"Elsa?" Her voice was thick and shaky.

Elsa can feel her stomach twist at the tone of Asami's voice; god, whatever happened to her friend must have been awful if she sounds that scared. But even so, she can't just... go barging into Asami and Korra's room without asking, so instead, she just presses her half-covered ear to the wall where she heard Asami's voice coming from...

"Asami, I--"

And cuts herself off with a panicked yelp as she passes straight through said wall and stumbles right into the bathroom.

Asami presses herself against the bathroom door even harder in a panic-mode attempt to be as far away from the sudden intruder as possible.

All she can do is sit on the floor in her bright pink and purple pajamas and stare in abject horror that she's going to be seen. Tears start to form and there is nothing she can do about it.

If Elsa hadn't already seen herself in the mirror before this mishap, she... probably would've been shocked at Asami's appearance. Granted, she is still surprised (is that a...), but she knows that something bizarre is going on. So she won't exactly question that.

Besides... god. She's seen that look before. She's pretty sure that's exactly how she looked on the night of her coronation, when her powers flared up in front of everyone. It's the look of a cornered animal stuck firmly in "flight" mode over fight mode.

It's Elsa's heart that clenches painfully this time.

"Asami..." Her voice is softer this time, wavering slightly as she tries to keep herself calm for her friend's sake. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You're safe."

Asami bursts into tears.

She curls into herself, desperately hiding her awful face behind her arms and between her knees. Is she going to be stuck like this forever? What if it gets worse? She smells so awful, and her face!

Her face!

"It's awful." She knows she's not in any physical danger, but... LOOK AT HER, ELSA.

~~Look Asami you don't smell any worse than Kristoff did and if Elsa could deal with him around the castle you're FINE.~~

Elsa is looking, but all she can see is the fear and the panic. She doesn't care about the changes - well, she does, but they don't make her any less ~~attractive~~ likable in Elsa's book - just how her friend is feeling right now. That's what's most important.

"It is," She can't really say that it's not, because... well. Look at them. "But things like this always seem to work out. You'll be okay, Asami."

"We don't know that! My face could be a purple butt forever!"

Normally, Asami would agree with Elsa. Ridiculous things like this usually ran their course within a couple of days. Right now, though, logic was completely out the window on account of her being an enormous skunk.

"This happens to people when spirits possess them, too! And they stay like this!"

If this had been anyone other than Asami, and the situation was less jarring, Elsa might have laughed at the butt thing. But as things re now, she can't find any humor in the situation, and Asami's continued panic just keeps on hurting.

But this isn't a case of possession!" At least, Elsa's not entirely sure it is. Asami should be fine, but Elsa herself is turning into some weird ghost. That doesn't bode well.

"It's probably just... some virus spread by those odd mash-ups. And viruses can be cured!"

"Physical changes like this aren't just viruses!" She doesn't have herself collected enough to be polite about this.

"You can't just change someone back to the way they were!" How will anyone be able to look at her without laughing?

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