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Who: Azula (sofaultless), Mai (sobooored) and Ty Lee (sobendable).
What: Meeting, discussing plans and location.
Where: Ty Lee's room.
When: After Azula's disastrous fight with Zuko.
Rating: PG-13?
To the untrained eye, Azula was calm as she ever was. Perhaps a bit brisker, quicker in her steps, but certainly not too riled. Her shoulders were carried back, her chin was high, and her pace was confident, as she entered the hallway on the eighth floor. Anyone watching her would only know to get the hell of her path, and certainly not that she had just left a deliberately trying conversation with her elder brother.
“Mai, Ty Lee,” she called down the hall, crisp and demanding. “Meeting time.”
However, as calm as she seemed, her rap on Ty Lee’s door was decidedly unfriendly. Her fingers were clenched so tight her knuckles were turning paler than usual. Trained on the door right in front of her face, her golden eyes were unblinking and full of fury.
Her mind wasn’t spinning. She refused to let it get carried away with her.
Not a single one of Zuko’s insults had scratched the surface, let alone broken through her shell. Not one of his comments made her doubt herself. Not one of her comments made her question anything she had ever done, anything her father had done, anything Zuko had done. Azula was wrapped up entirely in herself, and it would stay like that.
What vexed her, really, was that Zuko was making choices of his own that didn’t mesh with her choices. She had a war to win, glory to seize, and Zuko was ready to compromise their family’s honour for the sake of his own selfish desires. He was prepared to dine with the enemy.
She was going to kill Zuko, and she was also going to kill Ty Lee and Mai, if they weren’t here within the next few minutes.
What: Meeting, discussing plans and location.
Where: Ty Lee's room.
When: After Azula's disastrous fight with Zuko.
Rating: PG-13?
To the untrained eye, Azula was calm as she ever was. Perhaps a bit brisker, quicker in her steps, but certainly not too riled. Her shoulders were carried back, her chin was high, and her pace was confident, as she entered the hallway on the eighth floor. Anyone watching her would only know to get the hell of her path, and certainly not that she had just left a deliberately trying conversation with her elder brother.
“Mai, Ty Lee,” she called down the hall, crisp and demanding. “Meeting time.”
However, as calm as she seemed, her rap on Ty Lee’s door was decidedly unfriendly. Her fingers were clenched so tight her knuckles were turning paler than usual. Trained on the door right in front of her face, her golden eyes were unblinking and full of fury.
Her mind wasn’t spinning. She refused to let it get carried away with her.
Not a single one of Zuko’s insults had scratched the surface, let alone broken through her shell. Not one of his comments made her doubt herself. Not one of her comments made her question anything she had ever done, anything her father had done, anything Zuko had done. Azula was wrapped up entirely in herself, and it would stay like that.
What vexed her, really, was that Zuko was making choices of his own that didn’t mesh with her choices. She had a war to win, glory to seize, and Zuko was ready to compromise their family’s honour for the sake of his own selfish desires. He was prepared to dine with the enemy.
She was going to kill Zuko, and she was also going to kill Ty Lee and Mai, if they weren’t here within the next few minutes.