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ooc human au because waterbending is more fun that way

Georgia couldn't be more bored; the influx of joiners had ceased within The Typhoon, and while she hated having to turn around at every moment to greet a stranger, she hated having nothing to do even more. There was a certain quality of boredom that bothered her ceaselessly - it itched and pushed against nothing in particular, making it incredibly difficult to scratch. She wanted to engage her mentor, Goldie, but hadn't had the luxury of physical training with the Typhoon captain since she had joined. Goldie had been wounded and carrying - and though, even now she was no longer pregnant, she was still recovering. As impatient as Georgia was, she could never ask her to spar in her state. It would be stupid.

Her next goal then became to find Paola - possibly Calem. Paola because she seemed to be a decent fighter; she would seek out Calem because she knew he could control the wind, like her, and because she still wanted to pulverize him. Unfortunately, Geo hadn't seen him since his joining, and didn't care to put in the effort to find him. Paola wasn't anywhere she could find, either.

Letting out a groan of disdain and boredom, Georgia flopped down on her back, sand clinging to her messy hair. Her fingers fiddled about with the small dunes she pulled together while the ocean splashed her feet. "God - fuck, I'm bored." She whined to the sky, pouting.

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Georgia squinted, wrinkling her nose as Deniz leaned over her, this polite and ever so slightly shit eating grin on his face. She didn't know him well, but certainly recognized and knew his hair. He was dripping water all over her, too. You really couldn't throw a cat without hitting someone in the Typhoon that had some sort of connection with the ocean. She snorted, and stuck her tongue out at him."The sun just means more freckles." She tossed back, making a deliberate display of stretching and tucking her arms behind her head. "Besides, I'm sure the color of your hair is bright enough to give me more of a sunburn than the actual sun ever could."

His mother's apprentice, hm? Geo was still getting around, still figuring out family connections and whatnot. Most people were a part of the Roux family, and she'd make fun of it until she was old and dying. But in the moment, she managed to string two and two together. Along with that, she was sure she'd been here for a good while and hadn't seen him enter the water. Hm...given the lineage of Goldie and the extension of his time underwater, perhaps...

"Alright, you've convinced me," The sixteen year old announced, pulling herself up and running her fingers through sandy locks. Her hair was always in a state of disarray, and always had some beach relic caught up in it. She'd tried cutting it, once, but it didn't take. "I've been dying for some action, anyway." Georgia sighed, pulling her mane into a bun as best she could.

"Anyways," She stood, dusting off her clothes. "Think fast!"

Wind pulsed around her feet as she thrust out an arm, a column of water obeying her will and shooting from the ocean to try and knock Deniz off his feet. Georgia had just taken a not-so-calculated risk; she'd assumed that he had aquatic specialties, given his parentage and his swim, but she could also have been very wrong. No matter - either way, she'd be getting a fight. "Oops!" She called out, slightly mocking in hopes to have him give her everything he had. "Didn't mean to splash you so hard!"

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Gia was by no means a practiced master of her arts, but she was certainly familiar with her abilities and what she could do. She had traveled about with her dad, out of the way of general populations - giving her room to test and experiment with her powers. She wasn't new to them - wasn't unfamiliar. Bending the ocean's will to her own wasn't difficult. She had a right, a legacy to this power, and she was by no means afraid of it.

When Deniz managed to dodge the majority of her attack, Georgia squinted. "Someone's a little light on his feet!" She chirped. The thing about battle for her was that it was never strategic or thought out; it was adrenaline and go go go. Next move, dodge, defend, and repeat. If someone asked her what she was thinking when fighting, she'd say nothing, because it was just serotonin and adrenaline. She wasn't capable of producing a single productive thought, which...was sometimes what got her into deep waters. If she didn't have some issues, though, she wouldn't need any training then, would she?

At his rather playful return of her jibe, a smirk grew on her lips. Good; he could take some heat, then. She noticed his hand movement, but failed to catch where the water he was directing came from. The last thing she was expecting was from above, and therefore, she practically screeched when salty water doused her. "From above? Rude!" She whined, wiping water from her eyes.

With her hair bun now soaking and stuck to her neck, a whirlwind engulfed her briefly, drying her enough to bear. "Man, I hate wet clothes," She complained. Then, without warning, she sprinted towards Deniz, running flat out for a few feet before she jumped, swinging a leg midair, sending a slice of wind hurtling towards his midsection to throw his balance again. When she landed, she had already drawn water from the ocean, and shoved her arms outward to direct the water at his chest, surely knocking him off his feet.

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This was fun. This was good. Georgia liked having somebody to spar with, to push around. It was like letting down her guard in a way that she trusted. Sparring was all adrenaline; all sand under her feet and hair in her face and water at her fingertips. She loved the rush; she lived for it. It reminded her of the days she would practice with her father; they could only go so far, of course, because her father was fully mortal. He spent most of the sessions throwing things at her, sharpening her reflexes.

When Deniz reached out for support, his hand came on a little too strong. Georgia jerked backwards, knowing the water could only come from her side. She successfully dodged his attack - first time this session. "Oh, don't play dirty, De! You won't like how that ends!" Gia dug a foot into the sand, flinging it upward to kick sand into his face. She danced backwards a few feet for range and time, whistling. "How's the sand taste? I hear these beaches are particularly pristine!"

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Georgia stuck her tongue out at him again. He was the one to pull a dirty move not thirty seconds ago, and then had the audacity to act shocked when she turned it around on him. She was, by no means, against cheating in these circumstances; training only mattered if you took it seriously. Unfortunately for Deniz, that just meant he was at the butt end of all her dirty tricks.

"Oh you're fine, you big baby," The girl parroted. At his bold accusation, she crossed her arms and quirked a brow. "Owe you? You agreed to spar!" Still, she took a seat beside him, lower lip puffed out in a pout.

Oh...twenty questions? Georgia's expression didn't change, but she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. Few and far between knew much about the blonde girl, and she preferred to keep it that way. The moment she were to open up - the moment Deniz were to actually sit, listen, and care, Georgia's curse would kick in. A sucker punch to her soul, her bones would fill with the ceaseless feeling of he doesn't really care. He's just saying it to make you feel better. You don't belong here. Truthfully, the curse was just a thumb to the pressure point of trust issues. She wouldn't even think much of the feeling had her father not explained to her what it was; had she not gone through episodes of onset depression or meltdowns when her own father showed her true kindness and compassion.

Georgia had a hard time figuring if she was really afraid of opening up, or just the curse that came with it. Still... "Sure." She agreed, waving her hands so a breeze fell over them to dry them off. Pale green eyes would fall over the boy sitting next to her, and she leaned back on her hands, slightly away from him so she could see him better. Truthfully, she didn't really care to know much about him; it wasn't her business to pry into other people's lives. Their information didn't matter unless it affected her.

She had some basic questions: why the hair, why the colors. Who dunked him in a rainbow. Shit-grin sorts of things. Yet she narrowed her eyes, fingers playing with the sand under her palms. "Alright: how many siblings do you really have?"