[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 but hot fury-- if she feels anything else, she's hiding it well]

If what you're saying is true, then you executed a prisoner without the ruling Fire Lord's consent-- I'm sure I don't need to tell you how illegal that is. I'll be looking into this, and if I find even a shred of truth to this statement of yours, every last one of you will pay! Do you understand me?

[After a humble-sounding "Yes, Fire Lord", the guard exits, and Azula makes a little hmph sound, as if trying to brush it off... then suddenly takes off for the bathroom. There's the muffled sound of vomiting. Lovely.]

OOC: Reference; Ozai is a dick. 8)
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 kept under house arrest in his wing of the palace-- access to the community has not been denied him, but no worldhoppers will be allowed in or out. I, of course, have returned to take my rightful place as Fire L--

[Suddenly the door bangs open, and a man's voice can be heard shouting:]

Ozai is the true Fire Lord! Anyone who says otherwise is a traitor, and traitors must die!

[There's the sound of a struggle, and of fire crackling, and then the audio cuts out]

OOC: All replies will be forward-dated by about an hour, she will totally talk out of her ass and insist that the Fire Nation capital is less chaotic and dangerous than it obviously is, etc., etc.

EDIT: OKAY SO I just realized that I'm not getting email notifs; bear with me and fail!LJ. :|
[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 of glass]

You have NO RIGHT!

[She suddenly stops shouting(/being violent), and the only sound is her heavy, tearful, almost panicky-sounding breathing, a la her final scene in the canon finale I really need to stop describing things like "lol like in the finale" but I am way too lazy...

... unlike in the finale, however, she's at least trying
not to cry here-- a fact that makes her sound like she's whimpering more than anything else, something that she probably was NOT going for]



[Aaaaand she turns the audio off suddenly, because while she's fine with people hearing "angry", "indignant", and "Oh my God Azula may kill again", she does not want the comm at large to hear "upset"]
[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--


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 going to wait around forever. Whenever I do go back, I'll be stuck with someone that was unwanted by all the others for some reason-- because his family has a shameful history, or because he's a pervert, or because he's thirty years older than me. The Fire Lord will be given the last pick.

Things aren't supposed to be this backwards.

OOC: Marginally related to this.
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 I was doing. If someone misjudged their own abilities and got themselves killed doing something like that, then it would be their own fault, not anybody else's.



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 through.

There's no reason why I can't just go by myself.
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.
[There's the sound of paper rustling, and of a chair creaking slightly]

Give me a sentence. Use the voice post function, but keep the volume down.

OOC: She's stepping up her game, yo.
[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
This is wrong. This is all wrong; this isn't supposed to happen. Things are supposed to be normal here! This is my world. I don't want to be from "the Fire Nation", I want--

Whoever did this, change it back. Change it back NOW!

OOC: The Eris thing is starting to wear off, but it's not completely gone yet. She still has her AU memories as opposed to her real ones, and therefore, she still wants to be from this world, but she's aware enough of reality to know that she's not. lol emo DX
How many other humans here have been hit on by talking animals?
[The dream starts out with Azula standing alone in a prison cell-- the same one from her first dream. As in that one, she stands unmoving in the middle of the room, wearing both a prison uniform and her crown. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ozai's voice begins to speak. His tone is light; almost teasing.]

You know what's going to happen, don't you, Azula? You know even though you won't admit it, not even to yourself. You can't even conceive the possibility, but you know. If the Fire Nation wins, I'll be in charge and you will die. If the Fire Nation loses, your brother and the Avatar will be in charge and you will die. There's no escape for you; no second chances. The only ones who would have helped you are already dead.

[Suddenly the scene switches, and Azula is standing in the middle of an empty battlefield. Mai and Ty Lee are lying on the ground at her feet. Ozai's voice continues.]

You'll never be good enough. Everything that you've done, I have the power to undo. Everything that you have, I have the power to take away. You thought you could win the war all by yourself, but now you know that you can't do anything without me. You thought you could kill the Avatar and defeat your enemies, but now you've discovered that you will always FAIL!

[Ozai's voice crescendos until he's roaring, and Azula is knocked backwards by an invisible force-- she shoots of flames randomly, but of course, there's nothing to hit. She hits the ground hard, and just lies there as the dream fades out.]
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.

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

I'm leaving.


I don't know why these persistent posts about families and parents annoy me so much. It's not like I'm jealous. Or maybe I am; I wouldn't know. I don't tend to self-analyze-- it's pointless. So few people realize that when you start to feel something stupid or messy, the best thing to do is to just ignore it, especially if it's about something that can't be changed or helped. I can really only think of one example of when paying attention to "feelings" has paid off, but we're not going to talk about that. It's been rehashed far too much here; I think it's time to discuss something new.

I could just go back to the Fire Nation. I don't know why I haven't yet. I say it's because I want to be careful and cautious, but really, I have no doubt that I could escape again if he is just trying to trick me-- which he isn't. And everything was going perfectly during my first week as Fire Lord; it was only after I found out he had turned against me that it started to go bad. If he does turn back again, I'm going to be very mad at myself for wasting this time I could have had.

I'll go back if I get kicked out. Though really, I've been considering leaving before that can happen; that'll make things less complicated. I was irritated when Kaito temporarily lost his memories of this place, and I don't even like Kaito. It's ridiculous (not to mention embarrassing) how much of an aversion I have to being left alone and abandoned. It's something that I really need to get over-- preferably sooner rather than later, because you don't just let random people stay in your house for undetermined periods of time. Sooner or later she'll be looking for an excuse to get rid of me, if she isn't already-- even though I stocked her cabinets with excellent Fire Nation tea. What would you call that, a bribe? I don't know.

At least I have Father; that's really all that matters. Who cares if he probably only supports me because he's been brainwashed? I certainly don't. It's the end that matters, not the means.

I'm very good at convincing myself of things. It's one of my many strengths.

bentflame: (impressed)
Strangely enough, one of the only things I'm bringing back from the Fire Nation today is lots and lots of tea-- jasmine and ginseng mostly, but also White Dragon and lychee, which no other worlds but ours seem to have. The tea on the world I'm staying on now is quite strange. It comes in either packets or little bags. It's not bad, but it can't compare to fresh tea leaves. The people here really don't know what they're missing.






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