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paixaorpg2008-08-20 05:33 am
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Entry tags:
Hellfire [Active, Open]
Character(s): Azula, open
Content: Azula arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: afternoon
Warnings: angry Azula
Fire twisted and flickered through the air as if coiled into a rope, following Azula's swift arm and leg movements perfectly. The blue flames were the only light in the room, casting a frightening, otherwordly glow on the firebender. But she was not there to admire the lighting. Fluidly she moved from one position to the next, practicing moves that would devastate any who dared face her. And then, dipping a hand into the flames, she called out the lightning that hid inside it.
With a crackle the electricity flowed around her, following her guide as she manipulated it expertly. Another perfect training session.
When she looked up, however, she was no longer in the room she had selected to practice in. The fire faded as she scanned her surroundings, looking for any recognizable landmark or sign as to what had happened. Nothing presented itself. She narrowed her eyes and focused on the odd building before her. There was a line of people waiting to get in. She pushed past it, ignoring their complaints, and speaking before the man guarding the gate had a chance to open his mouth.
"You will tell me where this is and how I got here," she said, eyes thin and fire flickering in one hand.
The man seemed more intimidated by the flame than her tone, but answered nonetheless. "Paixao. I don't know how you got here. Here's your--"
"Worthless," Azula snapped, snatching whatever he had been handing her from him and storming into the city.
She would discover what had happened, and then she would return home. And then, perhaps, she would burn this city to the ground.
Content: Azula arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: afternoon
Warnings: angry Azula
Fire twisted and flickered through the air as if coiled into a rope, following Azula's swift arm and leg movements perfectly. The blue flames were the only light in the room, casting a frightening, otherwordly glow on the firebender. But she was not there to admire the lighting. Fluidly she moved from one position to the next, practicing moves that would devastate any who dared face her. And then, dipping a hand into the flames, she called out the lightning that hid inside it.
With a crackle the electricity flowed around her, following her guide as she manipulated it expertly. Another perfect training session.
When she looked up, however, she was no longer in the room she had selected to practice in. The fire faded as she scanned her surroundings, looking for any recognizable landmark or sign as to what had happened. Nothing presented itself. She narrowed her eyes and focused on the odd building before her. There was a line of people waiting to get in. She pushed past it, ignoring their complaints, and speaking before the man guarding the gate had a chance to open his mouth.
"You will tell me where this is and how I got here," she said, eyes thin and fire flickering in one hand.
The man seemed more intimidated by the flame than her tone, but answered nonetheless. "Paixao. I don't know how you got here. Here's your--"
"Worthless," Azula snapped, snatching whatever he had been handing her from him and storming into the city.
She would discover what had happened, and then she would return home. And then, perhaps, she would burn this city to the ground.