I think I would like to make my enemies into friends.
Who: Azula and Lyra What: Random Encounters Where: A coffee shop When: Recent Status: Complete Rating: PG-13 for Azula
Azula walked lazily into the building. She was wearing a red shirt and black pants, and had her hair up in a bun. She gave the place a severe look, then marched up to the counter. Imperiously, she ordered a latte.
Lyra twisted the steaming cup in her own hands as she turned and watched Azula walk into the building. “You are going to give that poor server a heart-attack looking at her like that.” She pointed out, never one to keep her opinions or thoughts to herself.
“Good, it’ll make her serve faster,” Azula retorted, folding her arms and giving Lyra an appraising look. The Japanese girl turned her eyes back to the barista and glared.
Lyra laughed softly her blue eyes sparkling at the girls response. She liked her fiery personality. "They move about as fast as a corpse so I doubt it will help much," she pointed out lightly.
She wondered if the threat of burning would make them move faster, but doubted it. She instead she continued to glare daggers, until she got her drink. Just to be a bitch, she made the barista remake it when she spotted some coffee grounds in her glass.
Lyra shook her head. For all the trouble she could be she has never made someone remake something for the sake of doing it. "I won't ask what she's going to do to that one to get even." She interjected still sticking her nose where it didn't belong necessarily.
“There were coffee grounds in the bottom of the cup,” Azula explained. She took a seat across from Lyra, as if she’d been invited.
"Few grounds never killed anyone," she said lazily in a matter of fact tone. She didn't care if she sat there. "Sit here for a day and see what else they do when they think you aren't looking and you'll be happy for a few grounds."
Azula narrowed her eyes, turning towards the baristas. Her hand balled into a fist and there was a spark as she watched them like hawks.
Lyra shrugged a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Trust me I spent way too much time here when I should be doing homework or something.” It was why she ordered something safe though she usually got a bottle of water or juice.
Still, Azula didn’t take her eyes off of the servers until she had her drink, and even then she was suspicions. She took a seat across from Lyra, because she could. “Why?”
Why? Well no one had asked her that before and she had to think about it a moment. “I guess I just like to people watch. Though I am starting to think the manager should hire me to watch their staff. This is an interesting place with a lot of people coming through. Makes for good inspiration sometimes.”
"Do you do anything or are you just a voyeur?" Azula leaned back, a curious expression on her face. She wasn't sure she cared but she was bored.
Lyra shrugged because honestly it wasn’t the first time someone had thought she was a voyeur. Truth was she just liked to know things and if you didn’t watch people how were you going to learn? People’s actions often spoke louder than their words. “Well, I write stories occasionally and real life is the best inspiration.”
“What sort of stories. Do you make any money that way, or was it a hobby?” Azula seemed to be a bit more genuinely interested.
“All kinds!” She told her happily perking up at the idea of discussing her ideas. “Mostly adventure stories though because if a story isn’t exciting who wants to listen to them?” Boring stories to her put her asleep faster than any boring tv show. “Oh I’m not old enough to make money I don’t think but I want to start trying to get published once I get to college in the fall. My father is an explorer so I get to do a lot of fun things too!”
“You’re never too young to make money.” Azula snorted. “I’m seventeen, I make my own money.” Granted, her father paid her but she did things for the money. Not entirely legal things, but that was neither here nor there.
"Oh? What is it you do?" She asked lightly as she went back to sipping her drink.
Azula shrugged her shoulder. “Stuff for my father’s business.” It was a little vague, but there were details she simply couldn’t reveal. “It’s a lot of fun, but I don’t know if I’ll make a career of it.”
Normally Lyra would press for details but something told her Azula wasn't the type that would appreciated so for once she bit her tongue. If she knew her better it would have been a different story. "Then why do you do it?"
Azula weighed her words for a long moment. Why did she do it? “Because I’m expected to.”
She made a face her delicate features scrunching up a little in an unflattering expression. “That’s the worst excuse I have ever heard for doing something. There’s a lot of things I’m expected to do but I don’t.”
“You don’t have a powerful father from a culture that values family loyalty and business acumen,” Azula replied, though she rolled her eyes. “It keeps me with money, and I can do what I want otherwise.”
“So doesn’t mean he can control you like a puppet,” the world was truly just shades of either black and white too her. “Least it keeps you paid I guess. Better than being broke.”
“I get nice cars, a great condo. It’s worth doing some bidding every once in awhile. You could say I’m using him and he’s using me.”
If that was how she choose to look at it then who was Lyra to tell her otherwise? It wasn’t like she was in a position to do any lecturing. “Guess if you’re alright with it. Least you get to see him once in a while then I take it.”
"Yeah, that part is wonderful," Azula said, dryly. It was wonderful to pretend to be the perfect daughter when she was near him.
"Are you always this pleasant?" Lyra asked a bit rudely sensing that maybe her counterpart was getting sick of the discussion or at very least her questions.
"I assure you that I'm a wonderful person. If I do say so myself!"
Lyra has to laugh because it sounded like something she would say herself. "Good to know! World doesn't need any more bad guys."
Azula laughed, and her smile was almost genuine. “I agree with that sentiment.” She was enough of a bitch in her dreams.
"Though there needs to be some kick ass good people to keep the bad guys in line! And you can't have a good adventure without some kind of conflict!"
“I think I would like to make my enemies into friends.” There was something in Azula’s voice. She meant those words, and the mask she wore cracked a little bit.
Lyra canted her head to the side a moment as she let those words sink in a moment. “Then you can’t be too bad of a person.” It was something she would certainly come back to later.
“Then you haven’t learned enough about me at all,” Azula replied, as she got to her feet. She felt this sudden urge to flee retreat.
Lyra shrugged her petite shoulders. “Not yet I haven’t,” and in her eyes that was a challenge and she wasn’t one to turn down a challenge but who knows. Their conversation was interesting way to pass an afternoon after all.