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Who: Gaz and Azula.
What: WONDERLAND DESTRUCTION. (Not all of it. Just bits.)
When: Saturday night, during the Wonderland Plot.
Where: The streets of the OC.
Rating: R for violence against teapots and playing cards, as well as mentions of murder.
Status: Complete!



Azula decided that she hated mushrooms. Mushrooms, and talking insects, and now her coffee was debating the virtues of Fluttershy versus Rainbow Dash with her danish. One of her eyes twitched, as she walked around the corner and headed towards the company building that served as the legitimate front for the syndicate. With Iroh in town, she’d been spending more time there.

She missed telecommuting.

Gaz’s blue and purple streaked hair was tied back in a low ponytail, her battle axe strapped to her back. She was stomping down the street in boots that were wholly impractical for anything outside of posing in a heavy metal video, wearing a skirt too short to entirely be called as such. As she walked, she periodically swung the axe, killing adorable woodland creatures as she went.

It didn’t appear to make her smile.

Azula watched Gaz as she murdered the fluffy creatures, and tilted her head at the skirt. A slow smirk crossed her lips and she flambeed something that looked like a cross between a deer and a fox that had tried to run from Gaz's axe.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, turning around to glare at the other woman. “I would’ve gotten it.”

“It was sneaking up on you. It might have cuted you to death,” Azula said. She placed a hand to her own chest. “I was merely looking out for you, against the oh so dangerous deer.”

Blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not killing them because they’re dangerous. I’m killing them because they exist.” She hadn’t put the axe back onto its resting place yet, still cautious around the newcomer.

The Japanese girl laughed. “Their existence offends you?” The coffee cup started to sing, and disgusted, Azula tossed it into the air and zapped it with lightning. “I find that much more offensive.”

“Of course it does.” She wrinkled her nose in turn at the cup. “This whole week’s been offensive.”

“You have no idea,” Azula muttered. She tossed the bagel into the air and burnt it to a crisp. “If something doesn’t change soon I’m going to turn this whole damn city to ash.”

“It’d be an improvement,” Gaz grumbled. “Go for it.”

“I suppose I just need to find a good place to start,” she replied, lazily.

“So do it.” Gaz continued walking, in pursuit of a large cat.

One of the police cabbages drove by, the card cops inside staring at them. It stopped, and they clambered out. They had large, heavy looking halberds. One was a two of spades, the other a three of hearts. “Halt!” They started to charge at Gaz.

That just made Gaz grin. They looked slow. She, however, was not. Dodging left, she swung as she ran by. She wasn’t exactly good at combat outside of LARPing and cosplay and CSA events, but hell. She managed to hamstring one of them, which made her cackle.

The other one caught fire and started to flail about while Azula stood there and laughed.

Well, they’d found something that made them smile. While the hamstrung one tried to limp away, Gaz swung again, silencing his cries and stopping his movements. “Well. That was fun.”

A girl with fire and a girl with a giant axe were wandering around, and no one was looking at them twice. Azula supposed that with the way things were, they fit in perfectly. She looked at the cop cabbage. She visibly twitched, spun through a firebending form and sent a jet of blue-hot fire at it. “I hate cabbage.”

“Clearly.” Gaz wasn’t fond of it either, but not violently light it on fire angry with it. This lady was special. In the crazy way.

Damn cabbage merchants... Azula rolled her shoulders, and felt immensely better. “Now. I’m Azula.”

“Gaz.” She didn’t go into it further, but she did put the axe back in its makeshift carrier.

Azula nodded at her, then pointed at what looked like an oncoming swag!cabbage. “More.” She sounded excited.

“Why cabbage, I wonder.” Gaz hadn’t even realized that was what they were until the woman had pointed it out to her.

“I don’t know. Might be someone’s idea of a bad joke.” Azula started to trace an arc through the air, electricity crackling in a trail from her fingers.

“I doubt any one person did this,” Gaz grumbled. She was already working with the axe, running toward the new arrival.

A hatch opened and heavily armed card soldiers poured out. One wielded a nasty looking gun of some sort. He tossed it to the ground, and it shifted around, until it started to walk towards them. It resembled a teapot on spider legs. A demonic teapot. It fired a huge ball of scalding acidic tea in their direction.

Well, that was a thing. Gaz’s eyes widened. She wasn’t high enough level for this thing. Instead, she ran like hell toward Azula, hoping she could take out the thing.

Azula cursed, leaping back and flipping. Her foot shot in a wide arc of fire, incinerating the liquid before it could hit them. She ran forward, throwing fire at the thing as she went.

Gaz ran around, hoping she could double back behind the stupid thing and swing at it. For her first time fighting, she thought she was doing okay.

The firebender was clearly experienced. While her temper remained in check she was precise, calculating. Perfect. Acid tea exploded in front of her and she used another wave of flame to save herself. It stopped her up short and allowed the thing to advance quickly. Several guards flanked her.

The guards, that Gaz could handle. They were slow and just cards, after all. She swung around, catching one of them, then two of them, her hair coming loose and blowing in the wind.

There was the crack of thunder, and the teapot split apart. Azula landed in a crouch and stood. She fixed her hair as she walked towards Gaz while the other woman brutalized the cards. “Behind.”

Gaz turned and swung at what was behind her, hoping that the woman wasn’t teasing. Gaz would have hated to kill an actual person. Not so much because of the whole loss of life thing, but the whole getting arrested thing would be a bitch. Murder was easy, but going undetected was another story entirely.

A card was sliced in half. It peeled apart with an unearthly screech.

Azula nodded in approval. "Not half bad, for an amatuer."

“I learn fast.” Gaz glared at the woman.

“Want to learn more?” Azula sized her up, folding her arms and relaxing as she did so. Or at least she appeared to relax.

“More what?”

“More fighting. Business experience. How to avoid the police.” Azula smirked a little cockily. “I’m always looking for someone with fire in their bellies.”

“How long?” She cocked her head to the side, purple tips hitting her breasts. “I know how to avoid the cops.” She’d been doing it for five years.

Azula didn’t seem to react, though her eyes darkened slightly. “Usually once you’re in, you’re in. Until we don’t want you around.”

“I’ve already got a job.” Gaz put her axe back onto her back. “Thanks, though. No cults for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a cult. It’s a business. Just not in the strictly legal sense. You seem to enjoy hurting things. We can help with that.”

“Nope, you said once I’m in I’m in. Cult, mob, all the same. I work alone.” Gaz folded her arms, glaring. “No co-op.”

“How would you like to freelance, then?” Azula could work with that.

“Doing what?” Gaz narrowed her eyes. “Need it in writing, too.”

Azula’s eyes rolled skyward. “Enforcement. Dirty work.”

“In writing.”

“You seriously want in writing that we want you to break people’s hands?”

“Yup.” Gaz didn’t want to get roped into anything she couldn’t wriggle out of.

Shrugging, Azula replied. “I’ll print you up something. I’ll even deliver it in person.” Less of a paper trail that way.

“Good.” Gaz nodded, then turned to walk away. She figured the girl could find her.