[Mako frowns, holding the pocket watch firmly in his hand. He fiddles around with it, pressing the buttons at its side hastily.]
This definitely isn't mine - or something made by Future Industries...
[He mumbles to himself for another second or two before the devices switches on, and the camera focuses in on him. His eyebrows raise, and he looks at the image, clearing his throat hesitantly.]
I guess this is some sort of communication device? But, uh, hey there... whoever you are.
[There is a pause and he looks around at his surroundings once more before facing the communicator.]
Listen, if you could help me out here, that would be really great, because I don't exactly have the slightest clue where I am right now.
[Mako takes a minute to fumble with the buttons again, and the feed cuts out as he accidentally switches it off.]
Third Person:
A sharp turn on the tracks caused the train to lean towards the right, which, in turn, allowed Mako's face to become acquainted with the cold window. He let out a startled cry, his head jerking away from the glass. Mako yawned, rubbing his left eye with the back of his hand. One of the airbender kids was probably playing tricks on him. If anything, his euons were on the bald one. "Alright Meelo, that's enough," he announced, waving his hand at the air. Mako opened his eyes, an amused grin plastered on his lips. Instead of being greeted with a giggling toddler, he was, instead, slapped in the face with unfamiliar surroundings. His grin fell, his features taking over a more puzzled look. "Uh."
No airbending brat there, just a bunch of people who were watching him with curious (and almost pitiful) stares. He cleared his throat and turned his head back towards the window, avoiding the eyes of the other passengers.
Mako jolted out from his seat, mumbling a small apology to the passenger seated next to him. He brushed himself off, and grabbed a pole to keep himself balanced as he exited. He exited the carriage, waiting outside of the small hallway where the bathroom was located. Mako ran a hand through his hair, blowing an impatient breath of air from his lips.
"Alright, Mako, let's just retrace our steps." Yeah, good plan - except that there were no steps to retrace. He should be back at Air Temple Island - sleeping peacefully in bed. Unfortunately for him, his memory seemed to stop just when he fell into a state of slumber - which would have been one of the best ones he had ever taken, if he had not awoken with no knowledge of where he was.
Moments after, the train began to decrease in speed, which only meant that the destination was just up ahead. He allowed himself to be ushered out of the locomotive, and made note to take a good look at each passenger's face. All the hustle and bustle died out as the crowd exited the platform, leaving a confused Mako alone with his thoughts. There was no use in standing there all by himself. He walked forward, making his way into what he would later find out was called Ruby City. The surrounding posters in the lobby of the station were not as helpful as he hoped they were, and neither was the small gift he found in his pocket.
Re: [CANON] Mako || Legend of Korra || Reserve || 2 of 2
What is this?
[Mako frowns, holding the pocket watch firmly in his hand. He fiddles around with it, pressing the buttons at its side hastily.]
This definitely isn't mine - or something made by Future Industries...
[He mumbles to himself for another second or two before the devices switches on, and the camera focuses in on him. His eyebrows raise, and he looks at the image, clearing his throat hesitantly.]
I guess this is some sort of communication device? But, uh, hey there... whoever you are.
[There is a pause and he looks around at his surroundings once more before facing the communicator.]
Listen, if you could help me out here, that would be really great, because I don't exactly have the slightest clue where I am right now.
[Mako takes a minute to fumble with the buttons again, and the feed cuts out as he accidentally switches it off.]
Third Person:
A sharp turn on the tracks caused the train to lean towards the right, which, in turn, allowed Mako's face to become acquainted with the cold window. He let out a startled cry, his head jerking away from the glass. Mako yawned, rubbing his left eye with the back of his hand. One of the airbender kids was probably playing tricks on him. If anything, his euons were on the bald one. "Alright Meelo, that's enough," he announced, waving his hand at the air. Mako opened his eyes, an amused grin plastered on his lips. Instead of being greeted with a giggling toddler, he was, instead, slapped in the face with unfamiliar surroundings. His grin fell, his features taking over a more puzzled look. "Uh."
No airbending brat there, just a bunch of people who were watching him with curious (and almost pitiful) stares. He cleared his throat and turned his head back towards the window, avoiding the eyes of the other passengers.
Mako jolted out from his seat, mumbling a small apology to the passenger seated next to him. He brushed himself off, and grabbed a pole to keep himself balanced as he exited. He exited the carriage, waiting outside of the small hallway where the bathroom was located. Mako ran a hand through his hair, blowing an impatient breath of air from his lips.
"Alright, Mako, let's just retrace our steps." Yeah, good plan - except that there were no steps to retrace. He should be back at Air Temple Island - sleeping peacefully in bed. Unfortunately for him, his memory seemed to stop just when he fell into a state of slumber - which would have been one of the best ones he had ever taken, if he had not awoken with no knowledge of where he was.
Moments after, the train began to decrease in speed, which only meant that the destination was just up ahead. He allowed himself to be ushered out of the locomotive, and made note to take a good look at each passenger's face. All the hustle and bustle died out as the crowd exited the platform, leaving a confused Mako alone with his thoughts. There was no use in standing there all by himself. He walked forward, making his way into what he would later find out was called Ruby City. The surrounding posters in the lobby of the station were not as helpful as he hoped they were, and neither was the small gift he found in his pocket.