Who: Princess Azula and OPEN What: The Princess of the Fire Nation is loose in LA Where: Downtown When: Rush Hour Rating: PG 13 Status: In Progress
She hated her confinment, hated it with every fibre of her being, but still she was in a better positon than her father. She could still firebend. Zuzu hadn't yet been so callous as to take that gift from her. She would have, in his position with the Avatar as his friend, she'd have had him stripped him of his powers faster than he could think.
But her brother, the merciful new Lord of the Fire Nation had decided to try and help her. He would allow her visitors sometimes, the traitors her old friends. Mai who had loved him so always, loved him enough to betray her, what was it she had said, something about loving him more than she had feared her.
How foolish.
She didn't like to talk to her brother. Or any of them, content to sit, and plan for the day, and oh there would come a day when a mistake would be made and she would escape. And then she would make them suffer all on her own. The Waterbender and her brother first.
"You were weak to let me live Zuzu" she muttered, "Weak like Mother was weak", she reclined on her bed, a small flame dancing on the palm of her hand. She had long since stopped trying to burn her way out, it had prooved pointless and irritating both to her and her captors and she had not managed to escape.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed the sliver of flame in her palm rising and falling to match her irritation.
But it got bigger than she expected.
Azula looked around and immidiately fell into a combat stance, she was not in her room at the Institution anymore, not even in the Fire Nation from what she could tell.
Where was she? What was this?
Her eyes narrowed as the Princess and rightful Fire Lord took in her surroundings. Buildings too large even to have been built by the best the Earthbenders could do, metal...things that made hidious offending noises as she glared at them.
And people...many people, in strange attire. Azula grabbed one by the arm who turned to her spouting off a strange list of obcenities she had never heard uttered in her life.
"Stop talking!" she ordered, He didn't, so she tried again "Cease your prattle..." It wasn't working. "NOW!"
"Fuck you lady, You don't get to just...fuckin... grab me and...."
"You will tell me where I am, Did my brother do this?" she insisted.
"You're in LA...jeez you break out of the mental hospital early or something"
Azula's lips curled into a dangerous sneer "Actually yes...somehow?" she conceeded and regarded the man, her grip suprisingly strong for a woman of her age. Him she would let live, no sense being wasteful. But she would mark him.
The Jet of flame caught his other arm, it would burn him, mar him like Zuzu had been marred by their father. It would serve as a reminder to him and maybe he would tell people. This done, his screams amusing her, Azula released the man. He didn't need to know her name, not yet. People would know it in time.
Whatever this...LA was with its metal carts and strange obcene men, she would discover why she had been brought here, and would discover a way back to the Fire Nation to face her brother without the insuffrable little peasent there to save him from her. A true Agni Kai and then she would take the throne as was right.