We have to talk.
For those of you who who have found alternate versions of your world through this place: have you ever brought someone from their universe to your own? And if so, what happened?

Also, Lisa. I have two questions.
[Her voice is strained]

This can't be real; this is ridiculous. This--

Somebody tell Lisa to give me painkillers or something. NOW.

OOC: Okay SHE'S NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO GIVE BIRTH OBVIOUSLY, but this is the last day of the pregnancy virus for Azula! Tomorrow and Sunday she'll be affected by the Eros Day virus. 8)
[A huff]

... There had to be a holiday today.

[She's hidden away in her room because the virus!pregnancy's started showing lol]
For those of you hanging around on the main community, don't any of you dare tell--

[She stops suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath; there's a low growl of anger at herself for feeling the way she does, and she suddenly SLAMS her fist down on her desk with a loud bang]

[Then she remembers to switch off the audio 8)]

Don't any of you dare say anything. Is that clear?


Dr. Cuddy, I want to talk t-- I wish to speak with you when you get home from work.
[The audio starts out immediately with Azula's voice-- too quiet and unclear to understand at first, but it becomes audible pretty quickly. She sounds quite a bit more calm than she has lately, because she's actually talking-- albeit to somebody who's heavily sedated in their hospital bed. Of course, she's only doing it because (she thinks) no one can really hear.]

-- and Father's trying to manipulate me into helping him with his pointless and ill-planned schemes, Mother's trying to browbeat me into a younger version of herself, and Ty Lee is still being awful. She thinks she say and do whatever she wants, and then she just expects me to act like nothing ever happened. I don't care if she misses me or if I miss her, I'm through with dealing with her lies. I'd rather be... I'd rather be completely alone than friends with someone like that. I can't STAND people who lie; I can't stand never knowing whether to believe what comes out of their mouths.

That's one reason why I hate the viruses here. They turn everybody into liars.

[She pauses for a few moments, and when she speaks again her voice is almost-- but not quite-- as cold as her words would imply:]

You'd better stop dying soon. It's getting boring just sitting around here.


I didn't want to do it. You were right; I wouldn't--

[Suddenly there's the sound of someone walking down the hall, and Azula stops talking. She stays silent even after whoever it was is long gone.]
[Azula is lying in a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around her shoulder and abdomen. She stirs a little, giving a slight groan, and opens her eyes. Her hand goes up to her face for a second, then she glances around the room as much as she can from her position.]


[But then she realizes that she's not at Princeton-Plainsboro-- or any hospital she's been in before, for that matter.]

What's going on?

OOC: I'm not sure how much I'm going to be around on the official end-event day (Friday), so I wanted to get this post done while I still have time to respond to comments. Sorry if it's confusing, but I won't be forward-dating comments outside of this entry or making any other posts, so it shouldn't be too bad. :P
I'm starting to think I should keep a running tally: "people on the community who want Azula dead (or at least grievously injured)". Maybe I could even count nonmembers, too-- then I could include my father, though his methods were a bit more passive.

Still, frivolities and jokes aside-- I'd like some information on this group that calls themselves "the Organization", particularly the member [livejournal.com profile] sinister_sniper. I'm not frightened of what he could do to me-- I'm an extremely competent martial artist, as well as a very good shot not that I have any guns here-- I just like to have at least a bit of knowledge about the people who threaten me, or threaten those that I have decided to defend. You never know when such information will be useful.


Right, then. I also have another question: for those of you that have been "adopted" in some way, what do you call the people-- "adoptive parents", if you will-- that you live with now? I'm curious.

Well. This is certainly an interesting experience.

"Fire L--" excuse me, "Phoenix King" Ozai, I want to talk to you again about why you're after me. Maybe this time you'll say something that actually makes sense.

... And is it true that people are being taken off their worlds to die?

... "Father's Day". How ironic.



... I'm not broken.
[So if I had a video of one of the times that she broke down crying during the finale I'd totally embed it here, but I don't, so you'll just have to use your imaginations. She is all-out sobbing, pretty hysterically, and there's a thumping sound as she bumps into something-- the wall, by the sound of it-- and just... slides to the floor. The crying continues, and when the audio cuts out a good five minutes later, she still hasn't shown any signs of stopping.

Folks, this is what happens when pretty much your entire life is shattered, and your first defense mechanism is to COMPLETELY ISOLATE YOURSELF. Mm-hm. PSA, right here. Oh God it's 1AM why am I even online.]

Dr. Cuddy, I'm leaving. I'm going--

I'm leaving.


[The feed shows Azula in bed, sleeping uneasily-- she's tossing and turning, groaning and muttering in her sleep (but not loud enough to be heard from another room, and not loud enough to wake Cuddy's baby), the whole nine yards]


[Her fingers flex, graping at the blankets and pillows, and some of her hand movements actually look like firebending moves]

Father, don't--

[She lets out a gasp aaaand video out]

It's just bruising; I don't need to be in a--

There aren't any guards here.

This is the last place I should have come. They want me dead here. They wanted to turn me over to Zuko, and if they think I can't fight in this position, they--

[Ragged breathing; she sounds almost teary, but not quite, like she's holding back tears of pure frustration]

He took it all. He burned it all; he-- it was mine.

You think I won't fight back? You think I'm just going to give up? It's MY COUNTRY!

[Her speech is disjointed, and hard to follow; she starts off with a loud gasp]

I need to--

If she's-- bring Ty Lee to Dr. Cuddy, or that hospital that Tamaki...

If she needs it, than someone needs to-- I don't know where--

[Her voice cuts off; she continues a few moments later, trying as hard as she can to keep a clear head and appear lucid]

I am not in a position to leave the Fire Nation right now, but at some point I will need to speak with a community doctor. I don't think I...

[She groans just slightly; it's barely audible]

Just do it.

How far the once-mighty Fire Lord Ozai has fallen. Six years ago, who would have guessed that he would soon be reduced to acting like a common criminal-- attacking the ruler who so graciously granted his request for a visit, and mindlessly howling for punishment and execution?

The burn on my face is inconsequential. While the one on my arm is quite a bit more serious, I plan on continuing on with my duties as Fire Lord. Changing the bandages is messy, and training is always a bit more difficult with second-degree burns down one arm, but I was well aware of the risks that come with dealing with highly unstable, irrational prisoners-- because that is what you've become.

I've left this visible to you and only you, so that you have a chance to rethink your actions in private. I've already told you that you're treading on very thin ice; it's only fair to allow you to away from the other community members-- whose opinions seem to matter to you quite a lot.

Never let it be said that Fire Lord Azula was an unjust ruler.

I imagine that there are people here who are wondering what exactly is going on in my world. I assure you, I have the situation perfectly under control. This little... mishap was unfortunate, but not completely irreparable. The former Fire Lord Ozai has acted foolishly and treacherously, and will be dealt with accordingly. Despite any ulterior motive he may have had, the fact remains that I was given the throne, and I am therefore the true Fire Lord.

[There's a loooooong pause]

I am confident that upon my return to the Fire Nation, both my people and my armies will feel the same.

[Directly after this conversation, the communicator book drops to the floor with a heavy thud]

I don't--

[She's speaking aloud to the dark, empty room, not realizing that the thing is still recording]

He sent a-- he--

[Azula's breathing quickens; becomes much more shaky and agitated-- it doesn't really sound like she's crying, but she's definitely upset about something]

[Her next word comes out as an almost inaudible growl] ... No.




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