Alrighty- since so many people in the fandom are watching/reading FMA, I decided that creating a little Korra AU. Don’t know if this is going anywhere, but below are some character descriptions and a little snippet. I may continue to write drabbles supporting this idea, but I don’t think it’ll turn into a full-blown story.
And, yes, there are underlying themes of Makorra with insanely strong Borra friendship. Romance wouldn’t be the main point of this, if it ever happens.
- Korra: A budding state Alchemist who holds the title ‘Avatar’, an honor only given out once a generation to those who can master all four forms of Elemental Alchemy. Korra has a righteous sense of justice, and is only a ‘Dog of the Military’ by name. She works hard to take on Amon’s war on Alchemy, and take down their corrupt government official Tarrlok, who basically runs the country through means of blackmail. She travels around the world, trying to restore the body of her best friend Bolin, and bring back her own missing limbs.
- Bolin: A talented Earth-based Alchemist who travels with Korra. Due to a certain ‘misadventure’, Bolin lost his body. Korra, at the ripe age of 14, was able to transmute his soul and bind it to a suit of armor at the price of her arm. He and Korra have been wandering the country for 2 years, completing missions and utilizing government resources to find a way to recover their original forms.
- Mako: A prodigious Fire-based Alchemist with a knack for auto-mail mechanics. As Bolin’s older brother, Mako tries his hardest to support Korra and Bolin on their quest, providing maintenance for Korra’s auto-mail limbs and accompanying the two on missions he has deemed “Too dangerous”. He’ll never hesitate to help Bolin, and after the incident, it took a long time for Korra to regain his trust. Now, however, he seems to exhibit deeper feelings towards Korra.
- Asami Sato: A secretary for the Whirlwind Alchemist (Korra’s teacher in Air Alchemy), Tenzin. An old friend to Korra and an ex-girlfriend to Mako, Asami proves that you don’t have to be an Alchemist to kick ass. She handles all transportation for ‘Team Avatar’ party, and isn’t afraid to hang up the uniform and fight alongside her friends. Not only is she completely proficient in martial arts, but she’s also an expert around the wheel. In between working for Tenzin and battling with her companions, Asami keeps a careful eye on Councilman Tarrlok, reporting all strange activity to Korra through letters.
And, get ready for the snippet:
“No! Give him back!”
She was sobbing- no, howling. Her pulse was hammering in her skull, and her thigh was scorching with a horrid pain.
She didn’t look down; She didn’t need to see to know that her leg was gone.
She pounded her fist against the bloody tile, crying harder. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this- they were supposed to bring his mom back, and then his dad, and then Mako and Bolin would have a happy family again. Everything would be back to normal.
He wasn’t supposed to be taken.
There was a low, guttural moan behind her, and Korra resisted the urge to vomit. That thing was all they had managed to revive. That wasn’t the pretty young woman with a sweet smile that the brothers had spent ages yearning for. That wasn’t what they had been working 7 years for.
That was a monster.
“Give him back! He’s my best friend! You can’t take him!” She shrieked to the empty air, slamming her palm against the ground again. The earth began to rattle around her- her Earth-based Alchemy was manifesting it self, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. He was gone. He was gone.
She collapsed onto her stomach, her vision blurring, the dark colors of the old basement mixing together as she began to surrender to her injury.
“It’s not fair…” She whispered hoarsely, tears streaming down her innocent cheeks. Maybe it was better if she died in a collapse. Killed by her own Alchemy- it was fitting. After all, it was all her fault that Bo was gone. She deserved it-
There was a clang as an old suit of armor missed her head by inches. The helmet rolled off, clamoring around for a few moments before coming to a halt in the middle of the puddle of blood pooling around her lower body.
Something clicked- an image appeared in her mind and she understood, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her brain ached from all the knowledge that had been crammed into it by that creepy Doorkeeper, but it seemed the information would be useful, after all.
Heaving the body of the armor over with broken, desperate breaths, Korra dragged her fingers through her own blood, knowing full well what this would entail.
It is impossible to create something out of nothing. If one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given.
This is the law of Equivalent Exchange.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she drew a pattern in the cool metal, her frenzied mumbling getting progressively louder.
“Give him back… Please…Give him back… Take anything… You can take my other leg!” She was yelling now, her voice echoing through the desolate room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in her very being. The sadistic Keeper had Bo, and she would be damned if she let him keep him.
“You can take my arm!” She roared, clapping her hands together. “Take me! I don’t care- just give him back!”
An explosion of light enveloped her field of vision, and Korra caught a flash of that sinister grin. A horrible, violent convulsion passed through her as she watched her arm disassemble before her very eyes, fibers ripped apart and vanishing, piece by agonizing piece. An inhuman screech tore through the chamber, and she hardly realized that it was hers. Everything was dissolving into an awful darkness.
Silence reigned as the transaction was completed, only the sound of her fragmented shrieks filling the void. She cradled her stump of an arm, blood dripping between her fingertips as dizziness overcame her, trying to coax her into dormancy.
“…There…” She spat weakly, swaying. “There’s your… equivalent exchange… now… where is… he…?”
Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed, but before she hit the tile, something shot out and caught her. Now cradled against a tough, industrialized chest, all Korra could think to do was apologize.
“I’m… sorry, Bo…” She mumbled, exhaustion falling over her in waves. Through the slits of the mask, she could almost see the familiar emerald orbs she had grown up with. She imagined his eyebrows drawn together in worry- worry for her, not for himself. “The only… thing I could… get for… my arm was your…. soul…”
“Korra.” His voice was metallic, but it was there, and it was Bolin. “Korra, I was gone. You brought me back. Y-You don’t need to apologize. You’ve already done enough.”
She laughed at that, but it came out as more of an odd gurgle. It was just like Bolin to be concerned for everyone but himself.
“Bolin…” She strained as pain hit her full-force. Clamping her jaw down, she grit out, “I’m so… sorry…”
“Korra, it’s fine, really! We seriously need to get you outta here. This place is on the brink of falling in on us.” Korra nodded numbly, sensing the sincerity in his voice when he said ‘It’s fine’. He didn’t care- he wasn’t mad. Knowing that made her want to cry even more. “Korra- I need you to stay awake. I’m gonna get you to Toza, and he’s gonna fix you right up. You hear me?”
She didn’t have an answer to that. There was too much pain and guilt and sadness muddling her thoughts. Only one thing mattered.
“I’ll… find a… way…” She murmured as she fell victim to the exhaustion. “To… bring… you back… I promise…”
He called out to her again, but she was already gone, lost in a frozen realm of unconsciousness, where all she could see was that crooked, evil smile.
Dun dun dun dunnnn
So… Thoughts? Would this concept be worth exploring?