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discedo_logs2008-06-21 11:18 pm
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Who: Azula and Edgeworth.
Where: Some (scorched) warehouse somewhere.
When: June 21st, after dark.
Rating: PG for ANGER INDUCED FIRE.
Summary: Edgeworth brings Azula food. Azula shoots fire at stuff without meaning to.
the log:
Where: Some (scorched) warehouse somewhere.
When: June 21st, after dark.
Rating: PG for ANGER INDUCED FIRE.
Summary: Edgeworth brings Azula food. Azula shoots fire at stuff without meaning to.
the log:
Azula was exhausted, and angry. The moment she had had her chip out on Tuesday, her body had started acting crazy. First, she hadn't been able to stop throwing up, and now her bending had gone completely out of control. It didn't help that today was the summer solstice; as a result, fire or lightning had flown from her fingertips almost every time she moved.
The inside of the warehouse was barely recognizable from what it had been before she had hidden there that morning. Old boxes of unusable material were in cinders, and there were streaks of black up and down the walls.
She herself didn't look much better. Bruised and beaten, she had been fighting off monsters without knowing when her bending was going to work and when it wasn't all week. There were rips in her clothing, and the armor she wore was dented in a few places. Her eyes were sunken; she had barely eaten since Tuesday, finding scraps to live off of.
She hated this place. She hated it so much.
Never in a million years would she, the heir to the Fire Nation throne, have had to live off of scraps.
And now she had had to ask Edgeworth for food. This was getting pathetic.
The sun had gone down, and her bending had calmed quite a bit. She had noticed that it was getting slightly better over the course of the week, but she still had a few mishaps now and then. She sighed. And waited.
The inside of the warehouse was barely recognizable from what it had been before she had hidden there that morning. Old boxes of unusable material were in cinders, and there were streaks of black up and down the walls.
She herself didn't look much better. Bruised and beaten, she had been fighting off monsters without knowing when her bending was going to work and when it wasn't all week. There were rips in her clothing, and the armor she wore was dented in a few places. Her eyes were sunken; she had barely eaten since Tuesday, finding scraps to live off of.
She hated this place. She hated it so much.
Never in a million years would she, the heir to the Fire Nation throne, have had to live off of scraps.
And now she had had to ask Edgeworth for food. This was getting pathetic.
The sun had gone down, and her bending had calmed quite a bit. She had noticed that it was getting slightly better over the course of the week, but she still had a few mishaps now and then. She sighed. And waited.