{RL WITH VRISKA}

[bentflame]

Thanks to her trusty worldhopping feather, Azula showed up in Vriska's land less than a minute after hanging up from their conversation. She'd already been to Eridan's planet, but this one looked entirely different-- and while they were both impressive in their own right, she definitely liked the Land of Maps and Treasure better. The scenery (but not the architecture) reminded her a little bit of the outlying islands of the Fire Nation. The sky was also fascinating; she couldn't help but spend most of the time looking up at it.

Because most of it was ocean and she didn't have a boat, Azula couldn't really do much more than wait for Vriska to find her-- which probably wouldn't be too hard, as she was right outside the little island's only large, looming building (one of those "hives", maybe?).

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[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"They're from my strife specibus! When they're equipped, I mean. And they can do any attack! All the attacks. See..." She bent down to pick up one die, and rolled it; it came up a 2, and a small water balloon made it about halfway to the tree before landing. "If you only use one or two dice, or you make a really shitty roll, you get really shitty attacks! But if you roll eight eights, you're basically unstoppable!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"Can you control the rolls, or keep yourself from getting a bad score?" she asked. "Or is it all just chance?"

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"It's aaaaaaaall luck!" She gathered up her dice and put them back in her pocket. There wasn't really any reason to keep them actively equipped here, but she liked to be able to roll them around in her hand. "So I've been doing pretty goddamn dismal lately. I'll get my luck back, though, wait and see!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"Is luck quantifiable in your world, or are you just being figurative?" Given the community, both were equally likely.

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"What a weird question!" Vriska laughed, as if Azula was being silly on purpose. Everyone knows luck can be transferred or stolen or gained, duhhhhhhhh! "So does everyone here firebend? Is there an army or something?"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Azula took that to mean that her world's luck was indeed quantifiable, and decided to leave the subject alone (for now, at least). "The Vatican has an army, but there aren't firebenders. All of the other ones are on another world; the one I originally came from. I have an army there, too. When I'm done on this world, I'll return to that one-- to take it back."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"I guess you must like it there then, huh?"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"It's my country," Azula replied. "I have a rightful claim to it, and if I don't go back and set things right, no one will."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

Hands shoved back in her pockets, Vriska kicked a stone idly across the training yard. "What's wrong with it? Or do you just mean getting your throne back?"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"That, and the people who are 'running' it right now don't deserve it. They're keeping it from expanding and flourishing, and the entire world will suffer from it long-term. And beyond that, they're jerks."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"Good luck! I mean, if you think you can fix it, go for it, I guess."

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I plan to; it's my duty."

She paused for a moment, then remembered something from earlier. "By the way, Tavros has asked me to tell you that he's sorry-- though I'm not sure why he couldn't tell you himself."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"It's because he's a little wuss!" All these other worlds had Vriska thinking about her own more and more lately, but she couldn't help but be a little glad that Azula hadn't asked her about her situation. It was hard to put into words these days. "What's he sorry for this time? I keep losing track!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure it was that thing that was accidentally recorded over community journal a little while ago." Azula avoided stating flat-out which situation she meant-- she knew how embarrassing that sort of thing could be, and she could (sometime) be considerate when she tried to be. "He seems to think you might feel bad about it."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"What, that? Again? We already talked about that, on one of Karkat's retarded memos! I swear sometimes he gets so hung up on that angry leader crap he forgets the rest of us don't give a shit about reading ten thousand words of apoplectic rage fits just to get to whatever information he was trying to tell us... wow, what was I talking about again?"

She picked up another stone and threw it at the tree; it missed, so she pretended like she hadn't been aiming at anything much. "I don't feel bad! What is there to feel bad about?"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"I don't know." She tossed a rock herself, just for something to do, and hit the tree. Years of firebending had given her good aim. "He seemed a little confused about it all. I wasn't sure if you liked him or not."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"Well, yeah! I mean, I guess. He sure does piss me off, though!" Vriska wasn't embarrassed to talk about this with Azula, because everything was clearly Tavros's fault forever. "I keep trying to make him stronger, and he keeps wimping out!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"I can see how that would be irritating," she said carefully. And she did. Weak people were annoying sometimes, but weak people who didn't even try were worse. Vriska's methods may have been extreme-- maybe even for Azula-- but she understood them. "Maybe he doesn't want to get stronger. Though considering your society that seems a little silly."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"I know, right? Weak people die pretty quickly where I'm from. Some people are so ungrateful!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Though she did like Tavros, Azula still did have to agree with Vriska there. So what if her methods had been unorthodox? They were probably normal for trolls, anyway. "I wonder why he didn't realize that you were just helping. Given what you've said it seems like it'd be pretty obvious."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"It's because he's a loser!" Vriska stretched her arms over her head-- well, her arm. Even if the robot arm could move, she couldn't feel anything with it, and it never got stiff; but it would look pretty fucking stupid to stretch only one arm. "He just wants to pretend he's some kind of Pupa Pan hero or whatever, and doesn't even notice that I could make him a real hero!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Azula threw another rock at the tree; another perfect hit. "Is that why he wants to avoid you? Because he doesn't like the truths you tell him?"

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"It's probably because I made him jump off a cliff! Some people just can't get over stuff, you know?" Shrug! Vriska threw another rock because Azula is and Azula is cool and... she hits some leaves. Bitches.

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[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"You could explain why you did it. It worked for me." She aimed her own rock higher this time. "... Well. Sort of, anyway."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"He wouldn't get it." Shoving her hands back in her pockets, tired of these stupid rocks that keep missing, she looked towards the Vatican itself, staring up at the towers. "He's had a pretty cushy life, you know!"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

"I do know." She paused for a moment, thinking. "That's a good point, actually. People who grew up like that never get it."

[h8ers_gonna_h8]

"That's why they need people like us to whip them into shape, right????????"

[peoplesprincess.livejournal.com]

Azula leaned against the tree, idly tossing a rock into the air and catching it. "Exactly. In some cases it isn't worth it, though. They can end up causing trouble for you in the end."