Who: Azula open to any allies of Wolfram and Hart What: Azula is considering life since the darkness. And is open to conversations from any evil types lurking about. Where: Wolfram and Hart offices When: Febuary 25 Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
She stood at the giant windows with her hands clasped behind her back, feet shoulder-width apart. Chin tilted upward at a haughty, regal angle. Golden eyes stared out at the impenetrable darkness of the city streets below. She inspected the world below her with a bored eye. It did not give her cause of alarm, unlike her dear brother. For she was Azula, after all. Nothing could shake that unflappable calm.
What a strange thing. An eclipse that did not end. Azula was beginning to wonder about the resources of her new allies. They appeared limitless at first look. She wondered how accurate an assessment she could make. First the demons who wore the bodies of men but fed on nothing but blood. The strange metamorphosis of the Sith. To say nothing of the sheer level of technology she'd been exposed to during her brief stay in this world. The television had taught her much, as she'd taken to documentaries on warfare, history, and even economics. It behooved her to know all she could of this world.
Still, the lack of sunlight was not a pleasant experience for the bender. The sun was the source of all fire, as the moon was to the pitiful water tribes. And yet, the moon was vacant as well, was it not? She wondered how Zuko's pet water peasant was faring in that regard, though doubtful she would experience such effects. Curious in itself, how the laws of bending seemed to change among the elements.
Speaking of bending, Azula was becoming restless with her new arrangements. The luxurious penthouse met her standards well enough, but it was not sufficient for the princess who had spent months on war campaigns and was accustomed to running state affairs. She'd kept herself busy long enough with learning about this world. Now, though, simply put, it was quite boring.