WHO: Princess Azula & OTA WHAT: Another firebender makes an appearance - this will not end quietly WHEN: January 5th; afternoon WHERE: downtown LA; in the middle of traffic RATING: TBA STATUS: in progress
Standing at the bow of her airship, Princess Azula watched the retreat of Avatar's "Secret Forces" with a pleased smirk. The flying bison was making a hasty retreat to the West, although she'd not given the order to follow them. There was no reason to do so. Everything had worked out just as she'd planned. The eclipse was a thing of the past; the primary rebel army, pitiful as it was, had been captured. And the Avatar? The Avatar would return eventually. After all, how could the boy hope to overtake the entire Fire Nation without the capital itself?
The carrier hawk landed on the deck with a dignified squawk to announce it's arrival. Without moving from her position, Azula gestured to one of the firebenders on deck to retrieve the bird of its burden.
"Highness." The soldier offered the missive to the pensive Royal.
It was closed with her father's seal, indicating he had new orders for her. Fire Lord Ozai was nothing if not meticulous. It was how he'd gained the throne those many years ago from his fat, kooky older brother. No less than he deserved, really. Reading the terse note, her eyebrows shot upward with interest. How very intriguing news. She turned to watch the bison disappear over the horizon with the Avatar in tow. With little more than a thought from her, the paper caught aflame. It smoldered to ash in the her hand, wafting away on the breeze when she relaxed her fingers.
Whirling around on the deck of her ship, Azula opened her mouth to issue an order when the world suddenly tilted forward. For a moment, Azula wondered if the unthinkable had occured - her ship was sinking. But the thought had hardly crossed her mind before she dismissed it as impossible. Not prone to dizzy fits, her confusion increased. The firebender stumbled, reaching for the ship's railing to steady herself. But the railing was no longer there.
In fact, the ship itself was gone. Instead of finding herself on the deck of her ship, the world had changed. Gone was the Fire Nation capital city. The Palace. Her Airship. She was in the middle of a strange city with tall buildings and black rock streets. The sound was overwhelming at first, as was the smell. Wrinkling her nose, the princess stared - right into oncoming traffic.
Standing in the middle of the street, Azula stared down at the brilliant banana yellow Xterra barreling at her, horn blaring as the driver hysterically tried to swerve. With a screech of rubber against asphalt and a hastily echoed squeal of tires from successive vehicles, the SUV shuddered to a halt within a foot from the startled girl.
The princess shifted her feet, widening her stance into a relaxed stance for proper bending. Conceiving the incident as nothing less than an outright attack, she did not hesitate from flinging a well-aimed fireball at the front of the yellow SUV. It struck the ground beneath the undercarriage of the vehicle, blasting it several yards into the air and rolling it. When it came down, the roof of the car bounced off the hood of a sports car before crashing back to the ground and exploding in a fiery heap. The chaos was instantaneous, as was the huge pile-up of vehicles. Fire alight in her hands, Princess Azula faced her next target.