[Audio opens with a man (presumably one of Azula's guards) talking:]

-- A big execution. We were only following orders, Fire Lord; the former Fire Lord Ozai knew killing your consort would be a good way to get at you, and we had no choice but to obey him. She cried for you when they strung her up.

[When Azula speaks, there's nothing in her voice ( Read more... )

Two days ago, the former Fire Lord Ozai agreed to surrender his false claim to the throne without a fight, in order to stop the wave of assassination attempts that had plagued him. His actions were commendable; the capital is currently far more peaceful and stable than it was even yesterday, and it grows more so by the hour. He is currently being ( Read more... )

[The audio opens with the sound of glass shattering-- Hakuba, she just broke a window in your house in France]

Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?

Gods; the community; whoever it was-- you think you can just get away with this? I'm going to--

I'm not going to allow--

[Several loud thumps, then the sound of her bumping into something and another shatter ( Read more... )

( Cut for length )

[More paper rustling sounds; she's getting ready to practice writing English again]

Give me a--

[A pause, then there's the sound of of pad of paper being shut and roughly shoved away]

Forget it.

I want to go home. I mi--

Ugh.

( {LOCKED TO RAIN} )

My sixteenth birthday is in about two and a half months. On my world, most people of royal and noble class marry when they're that age, and most of those marriages are arranged at least a year or so before that. As it stands, I'm already falling behind everyone else; no matter how much parents may want their son to marry the Fire Lord, they're not ( Read more... )

This place is apparently incredibly popular; I had to head off into the woods to get away from the crowds. I tried scaling the rock face next to the falls and barely escaped all the security guards they sent after me. It's ridiculous-- if I was trying it, then it was obviously something I could handle, and it was really none of their business what ( Read more... )

It's almost August. The Fire Lily Festivals should be starting soon. At home, that is; I doubt they even have fire lilies on this world.

[There's about a ten-second pause before she suddenly speaks again]Someone tell me the name of that famous waterfall in the United States. I was going to go with someone a few months ago, but the plans fell ( Read more... )

I have not become pathetic.

[She's still in Cuddy's hospital room, sitting in a chair a few feet from the bed, knees drawn up to her chest.]

I'm sick and tired of this. They're all liars; traitors; manipulators. Liars.

I'm not going to do it anymore.