Why princesses should not be kept in boxes....
Azula was keeping herself busy. She had decided, rather quickly actually, that this box wasn’t going to hold her any longer.
So, with a single mindedness she went about kicking her way out. For a person without her talent, it would be impossible. Her goal was simple; weaken the stone walls enough with extremely high temperature kicks to the point where a nice lighting strike would blow the back straight open.
Once she was out - and it shouldn’t take her that long - there were two things she was going to do. First she was going to take a bath. A long, hot bath. And then, she was going to murder Zuko. On the simple principle that he shouldn’t let himself think that he could get away with doing this to her.
There were, if he thought he had to lay down the law for something, traditions that had to be followed. And sticking her in a box was not one of these.
And so, the thought of him electrocuted and fried to a crisp motivated her as she took chunk after chunk out of the rock and around where her feet striking melted. Soon, it would be thin enough to blast her way out.
[[Just a happy reminder, she ain't dead yet. ^___^ And is now tired of box-dom.]]
So, with a single mindedness she went about kicking her way out. For a person without her talent, it would be impossible. Her goal was simple; weaken the stone walls enough with extremely high temperature kicks to the point where a nice lighting strike would blow the back straight open.
Once she was out - and it shouldn’t take her that long - there were two things she was going to do. First she was going to take a bath. A long, hot bath. And then, she was going to murder Zuko. On the simple principle that he shouldn’t let himself think that he could get away with doing this to her.
There were, if he thought he had to lay down the law for something, traditions that had to be followed. And sticking her in a box was not one of these.
And so, the thought of him electrocuted and fried to a crisp motivated her as she took chunk after chunk out of the rock and around where her feet striking melted. Soon, it would be thin enough to blast her way out.
[[Just a happy reminder, she ain't dead yet. ^___^ And is now tired of box-dom.]]