she said, 'now's the right time'

[pillowmania]

WHO: Katurian [from 2020] and a lot of unfortunate characters.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: The nights of September 20th, September 21st, and September 22nd.
WARNINGS: Violence and death.
SUMMARY: Katurian has traveled from the future to kill some of the villains.
FORMAT: You choose! Also, choose your date when you tag in. c:

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20th

[anoblelie]

Azula is learning. What has once been her microwave is separated into it's base components and scattered across the living room, the princess knelt down in the center of the chaos. She creates fire, a device that's sole purpose is to provide artificial warmth has no use to her in her mind. Outside that of a visual aid, at least. The concepts of electricity and machinery are still novel and mysterious to her and, therefore, an enemy to be over come. All it takes is the right amount of time.

[pillowmania]

Katurian brings a television with him this time, small and portable and far below the typical technological standard of 2020. It reminds him of the televisions he would see back home, those rickety things with worn rabbits ears and fuzzy pictures. A part of him cries and begs and go home, but he will never go home, never ever, and these throwbacks are all he has. He loathes and fights the power they have over him, trying to pretend that he doesn't feel it, that uncomfortable tug of longing. But that familiar television is still there.

When he arrives in Azula's past, he flickers into existence with the television in his arms. He's down in the far hallways, out of sight. Carefully, he puts the it down. Carefully, he turns it on.

Basic cable buzzes. Buzz. Courtroom drama. No, judge, you have to understand

[anoblelie]

Azula's head jerks up at the first moment of sound, and her body follows suit far most gracefully without her having to tell it too, a decade of training snapping into place without need for executive order. An intruder? Had the Avatar's friends finally grown some spine? She'd been too loud in her own residence, tinkering and muttering away, for the intruder to be unaware of her. No advantage in stealth. Instead she rushes the entrance to the hall, hand engulfed in flare before she reaches it.

"You can't really be this stupid."

[pillowmania]

The hallway is what Katurian is aiming for. He wants something tight, something close quarters, somewhere where it's difficult for her to move her hands and produce more of those brilliant flames. It won't be enough - no question it won't be enough - but it will be something, all right. It will be something.

He exits the time stream and appears behind her in a flash, swinging his knife at her before disappearing once more, the sounds of the television cracking in and out as he leaves and re-enters and leaves. He wants her to let go of that flame.

He wants her hands free.

[anoblelie]

The flame pours forward in a pillar at the spot the attacker had, only an instant before, occupied. It trashed out into the living room, briefly engulfing the couch before vanishing into thin air as she cut the connection. The attacker was the one to pay here- not her few belongings in this realm.

Azula released a small snarl as her (technically perfect) attack failed to accomplish anything productive. What nonsense was this?

[pillowmania]

Katurian snapped back into existence in the moment after she let go of that flame, the moment frustration and disappointment clouded over her thoughts. It was all very sudden - it was practically a blink - and there he was again, only this time, he was much closer. This time, he was practically on top of her.

This time, he also had two knives.

It required adjustment, bringing himself into the proper position. It required going back in time and going forward in time and going back again - but once all the editing was through, it looked like he only had to do it once. Like he was perfect immediately.

In one fluid motion, he stabbed both of the knives at Azula, aiming to pins her hands into the wall.