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Who: Azula and whoever wants to join.
What: Spooky things.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Hallway somewhere.
Rating: PG
For all the things she had experienced over the past months, things still managed to surprise her. Sometimes it was entirely new technology that she had never imagined, or a social convention from some distant nation, but sometimes, it was something old applied in new and unexpected ways.
So when the sorry looking pile of scrap fabric and plastic lifted up on its own and made some loud spooky noise as it reached for her ankle, Azula gave a rather undignified gasp, startled.
And then she promptly torched it.
What: Spooky things.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Hallway somewhere.
Rating: PG
For all the things she had experienced over the past months, things still managed to surprise her. Sometimes it was entirely new technology that she had never imagined, or a social convention from some distant nation, but sometimes, it was something old applied in new and unexpected ways.
So when the sorry looking pile of scrap fabric and plastic lifted up on its own and made some loud spooky noise as it reached for her ankle, Azula gave a rather undignified gasp, startled.
And then she promptly torched it.