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{ACCIDENTAL VIDEO POST}
[Azula is lounging on a settee in her bedroom, wearing only her robe and a pair of slippers. She's examining what appears to be a diagram of a handgun while idly fingering a gold necklace that she's wearing.
After a moment, she pauses, frowning. The frown deepens as she flips the paper over, and deepens further still as she suddenly gets up and stalks over to her desk (tucking the necklace underneath her robe as she does so), where she grabs a blank sheet of paper and begins to write.]
After a moment, she pauses, frowning. The frown deepens as she flips the paper over, and deepens further still as she suddenly gets up and stalks over to her desk (tucking the necklace underneath her robe as she does so), where she grabs a blank sheet of paper and begins to write.]