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Indie Korra  || Multi Ship || Multi Verse ||  Semi Selective || 

wanshiitong:

“Hmph.” Wan Shi Tong tucked the useless transmitter his wing, annoyed with Raava’s latest incarnation. Hopefully she’d stick to her word and refrain from visiting him again. Preferably in all her future lives as well.

Picky old spirit owl, she had said. He supposed it was fitting, but it still frustrated him that the Avatar, who was supposed to be the one human spirits could connect with, wouldn’t even try to figure out why.

   Korra talks loudly to herself, continuously and with disrespect, insults the library spirit.
❝ He who knows ten thousand things my avatar ass. He uses people for their knowledge. He’s just a stupid owl. He doesn’t know anything himself. ❞

   She can care less at the moment if he heard, it’s the truth anyway. She still doesn’t believe he kicked her out even after she gave him the radio transmitter; if anything she should get that back. She’s going to get that back.