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towerofanimus2012-10-12 06:37 pm
always_lies) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-12 06:37 pm
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Characters: Azula, open
Setting: 1-11
Format: Prose action whatever
Summary: An angry fire princess is never a good thing to cross
Warnings: Possible fire-related destruction
1-11
Azula woke up with a start, and she would have rolled off the bed and into a bending stance except that she couldn't move. No, she's heard of this before. It's some sort of paralysis. "The most important thing to do is not panic." Ha! Her, panic? She was Azula. She was above such things. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly until it passed, and she twitched a finger to test it.
Good.
Slowly, she sat up, looking around at her new surroundings. What- what is this she's wearing?! It was most definitely not what she remembered wearing last, but... giving herself another glance, she shrugged. Well, it did show off some of her nicer features. She felt no need to go naked just yet.
Well, now that was over, time to figure out what happened. The last thing she remembered was getting prepared for the Day of Black Sun. She was quite sure it hadn't passed yet, so she was assuming someone, somehow, managed to sneak into the Fire Nation Palace and kidnap her.
Rather good job of it, too, she had to admit. It wasn't easy getting the drop on her- no, she'd say it was impossible.
That was when she saw a letter sitting on the end table next to the bed she woke up on.
"WHAT?!"
A blast of blue flame disintegrated the paper in her hand.
===
Hallways and Staircases
The princess was on a war path. She was determined to find whoever was responsible for this and invite them to a flame powered barbeque. Of course, she was keeping her eye out for an exit, but this place... was rather strange. The Fire Nation prided itself on being the most technologically advanced society, but Azula didn't recognize even the method of lighting this ridiculous place. Today wasn't a good day to cross paths with her, that was for certain.
"You there!" She pointed at a clear collared worker, who then stopped and waited patiently. "Where am I? Who's responsible for this place?! Answer me!"
The drone just stared at her, then turned around and walked off. Azula balled up her fists and frowned, tempted to teach this idiot a lesson, but it soon passed. This was an unknown situation, and prematurely starting a fight may have a negative consequence that she wasn't prepared for. And she hated not being prepared for anything.
Still frowning, she relaxed and started brushing the jumpsuit off a bit, like it wasn't that important.
And that would be about when she noticed she was collared, too.
===
Cafeteria
After too long in a search, Azula finally made her way down to what seemed like the bottom floor in this Tower. It appeared to be a... mess hall? As if she would be caught dead eating at a mess hall.
Still, she walked by the food counter, looking at what it had to offer.
Pumpkin pie? Pumpkin soda? Those were things she wasn't quite familiar with. Were they some sort of Earth Kingdom cuisine?
She didn't have much of a chance to wonder, as one of the cafeteria workers shoved what looked to be a bowl of porridge into her hands.
Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation, did not eat porridge. Disgusted, she set it back down and took instead a piece of pie.
About twenty minutes later, she found herself in the most undignified position over a trash can.
That pie... that was the worst experience with food she had ever been through! "That chef needs to be fired!" She muttered through clenched teeth, gripping the sides of the trash can tightly. "No, flayed and quartered and hung up for everyone to see. Subjecting people to that..." The heaves seemed to stop, so she stood up and ran a hand through her hair, calming down.
...maybe she will have that porridge after all.
Setting: 1-11
Format: Prose action whatever
Summary: An angry fire princess is never a good thing to cross
Warnings: Possible fire-related destruction
1-11
Azula woke up with a start, and she would have rolled off the bed and into a bending stance except that she couldn't move. No, she's heard of this before. It's some sort of paralysis. "The most important thing to do is not panic." Ha! Her, panic? She was Azula. She was above such things. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly until it passed, and she twitched a finger to test it.
Good.
Slowly, she sat up, looking around at her new surroundings. What- what is this she's wearing?! It was most definitely not what she remembered wearing last, but... giving herself another glance, she shrugged. Well, it did show off some of her nicer features. She felt no need to go naked just yet.
Well, now that was over, time to figure out what happened. The last thing she remembered was getting prepared for the Day of Black Sun. She was quite sure it hadn't passed yet, so she was assuming someone, somehow, managed to sneak into the Fire Nation Palace and kidnap her.
Rather good job of it, too, she had to admit. It wasn't easy getting the drop on her- no, she'd say it was impossible.
That was when she saw a letter sitting on the end table next to the bed she woke up on.
"WHAT?!"
A blast of blue flame disintegrated the paper in her hand.
===
Hallways and Staircases
The princess was on a war path. She was determined to find whoever was responsible for this and invite them to a flame powered barbeque. Of course, she was keeping her eye out for an exit, but this place... was rather strange. The Fire Nation prided itself on being the most technologically advanced society, but Azula didn't recognize even the method of lighting this ridiculous place. Today wasn't a good day to cross paths with her, that was for certain.
"You there!" She pointed at a clear collared worker, who then stopped and waited patiently. "Where am I? Who's responsible for this place?! Answer me!"
The drone just stared at her, then turned around and walked off. Azula balled up her fists and frowned, tempted to teach this idiot a lesson, but it soon passed. This was an unknown situation, and prematurely starting a fight may have a negative consequence that she wasn't prepared for. And she hated not being prepared for anything.
Still frowning, she relaxed and started brushing the jumpsuit off a bit, like it wasn't that important.
And that would be about when she noticed she was collared, too.
===
Cafeteria
After too long in a search, Azula finally made her way down to what seemed like the bottom floor in this Tower. It appeared to be a... mess hall? As if she would be caught dead eating at a mess hall.
Still, she walked by the food counter, looking at what it had to offer.
Pumpkin pie? Pumpkin soda? Those were things she wasn't quite familiar with. Were they some sort of Earth Kingdom cuisine?
She didn't have much of a chance to wonder, as one of the cafeteria workers shoved what looked to be a bowl of porridge into her hands.
Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation, did not eat porridge. Disgusted, she set it back down and took instead a piece of pie.
About twenty minutes later, she found herself in the most undignified position over a trash can.
That pie... that was the worst experience with food she had ever been through! "That chef needs to be fired!" She muttered through clenched teeth, gripping the sides of the trash can tightly. "No, flayed and quartered and hung up for everyone to see. Subjecting people to that..." The heaves seemed to stop, so she stood up and ran a hand through her hair, calming down.
...maybe she will have that porridge after all.
Hallway
"Oh god, what a rube. You really think you'll get any important info from NPCs like that?"
Re: Hallway
A girl. With bat-wings. Her eyes narrowed when she took that in. Of course, she wouldn't get angry. It wasn't an infraction large enough. She just folded her arms instead, and tilted her head at Etna.
"Apparently not. These... 'drones' seem to have just about as much brains as you do."
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