Azula
Firebender
[M:0]
"I have tasted both the sweet of greatness, and the bitterness of defeat."
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Post by Azula on Jul 11, 2012 21:44:14 GMT -5
One year. One year had passed, since she had been defeated and thrown into an asylum. Well, generally speaking, at least. It had also been six months since she had been aware of being here, in this asylum just outside the Imperial City. Built into the side of the volcano, the asylum itself was as secure as the underground bunker the Roayls used in times of cirisis. This also meant that white crystal imported from Ba Sing Se was used for lighting, and that there were no windows, save for in those rooms which faced the sea, as the asylum was built into the far side of the dormant volcano, and accessible only through a pathway directly from the Imperial City itself. For the moment, the most famous – or infamous, depending on who was asked – patient of the asylum, one Princess Azula lay on her back on the padded floor of her cell, staring at the equally padded ceiling. Her mid-back-length dark brown locks spread about her on the white floor, her still-choppy and uneven bangs falling to either side of her too-pale, too thin face. Her once-golden eyes had dulled to coppery amber, now no-longer alight with calculating shrewdness, but sometimes gleaming with madness. For the moment, however, she didn’t appear anything like the psychotic tyrant she had been, just one year ago now, at her failed coronation.
No, she simply looked like a too-pale, too-thin girl who had lost everything she had once held dear. And, in essence, she supposed, that was what she was. She was not as mad as she had once been, this past year, but she knew, too that she had a long way to go. After all, fifteen years of abuse, neglect, abandonment, being hated, and having thousands of kilos of metaphorical pressure placed upon her shoulders to be perfect every moment of ever hour of every day weren’t cured in just a year. While she knew that her hallucinations may never go away, she also knew that she needed to find out what she wanted for herself… As for that moment, however, one Princess Azula, former Crown Princess and would-be Fire Lord of the Fire Nation had no idea what she wanted… and wondered if it even mattered at all anymore. And though there was a part of herself that hated what she had become, what she had been reduced to… There was also a greater part that knew this was inevitable, when the pain she had always been in was something she could no-longer hide from anyone. This was, she supposed, her[/i[ Crossroads of Destiny – if she could find the will to make any choice at all, of course.
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Isoko
Nonbender
[M:0]
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Post by Isoko on Jul 11, 2012 22:22:03 GMT -5
Say you're sorry That face of an angel Comes out just when you need it to As I paced back and forth all this time Cause I honestly believed in you
Isoko had warned her guard to wait for her at the end of the hallway before she spoke to "the third party", as she had taken to calling the young woman in her head. No term was quite suitable, as she was not quite a prisoner, and she was just barely still in line for the throne. "Princess," she said in acknowledgement as one of the nurses opened the door to the room for her, duffing her cap and giving a slight bow that showed the little bundled top knot that had been hidden beneath it. Her garb was strange, militant yet lacking in armor, but then armor was hardly necessary these days.These were days of words before actions. "May I introduce myself as Civil Commander Isoko, here to oversee your escort to Republic City under order of the Fire Lord." The words fell smoothly from her mouth, carefully chosen in the manner Iso always did. The doctors had told her that Princess Azula had improved somewhat since last Iso remembered her in the palace, and Isoko planned to test just how much in Azula's collection for traveling. She hoped that the princess would come without struggle, and that she would not need to call her guards in to fetch her. It would mean a smoother voyage for everyone.
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