bentflame

Azula was furious, as anyone who had spoken to her could tell. When she was angry, that tended to encompass everything else-- at least outwardly.

It was no different from acting under the influence of a virus. There was one thing that the doctor who injected her had said that she could agree with-- that she hadn't done anything of her own volition, and that anyone who thought otherwise was an idiot.

The moment she was released from the hospital, Azula took up her feather and worldhopped herself to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, landing herself directly in the ICU so as to bypass any guards or "well-meaning" doctors who wanted to keep visitors out. She didn't know exactly where Dr. Cuddy's room was, so she began to wander up and down the halls, peeking through the window of each door she passed.

Those of you who have gotten on my bad side lately are lucky-- I'm in a very good mood today. I'm not even bored. Being able to worldhop anywhere at any time is a magnificent advantage, and at the risk of being repetitive, I'll probably spend another few hours in Paris this afternoon. It really is a lovely city.

Father, I've decided to start making bi-weekly trips back to the Fire Nation, starting tomorrow. It's important that I check up on things in person, as well as prepare for my eventual return once the war is over. Rest assured, every precaution will be taken, so if you try to have me captured and killed you'll be wasting your time.

( {LOCKED TO OZAI} )

( OOC )