legionmissions | (no subject)

Who| Azula and anyone else who wants to join her
What| Murderworld and mommy issues - a match made in hell
Where| Temperant Zone
When| Day 2
Warnings/Notes| This zone includes a muttation based on Azula's mother, Ursa. It looks like a Greek Sphinx, with Ursa's face. It is not sentient enough to hold a conversation but does speak in Ursa's voice, saying "I love you, Azula" on repeat.

Also, Azula's powers have been nerfed, much to her annoyance.

When Azula woke up, she was somewhere new. It was a large forest, bigger than any she'd even seen before. And, thankfully, absolutely no sand. It seemed as though things were finally looking up. Unfortunately, appearances were the most deceptive thing here.

She got up and began to walk. A few minutes into her travels, a metal container fell down in front of her. She opened it up and found ... a firestarter kit.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she exclaimed. Just to be sure, she tried firebending, just wanting to make a small flame. Still nothing.

She bet those people watching were enjoying this and she hated them for it. One day, she vowed to make them realize they'd messed with the wrong person. Then they would rue the day they learned her name.

As she kept walking, she thought she heard something in the distance. Something, or someone, familiar. She did her best to ignore it, not sure if it was really real or not. She hated that this place was making her doubt her own senses again. But she was not going to break - she wouldn't give them the pleasure.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A second metal canister suspended by a tiny parachute drifted lazily a few feet above Azula's head, weaving its way past obstacles and somehow keeping itself afloat without any aid. It looked altogether too heavy to be kept aloft by any sort of light passing breeze, but things in Murderworld tended to hold to their own rules moreso than the rules of physics.

Not more than a second after the canister floated past, a short, half-crazed looking young woman with skin that looked like metal (and, in fact, was metal), burst out from the underbrush right into Azula's path.

Videl gave a cry of surprise, stumbling a few steps back. "You're not--" she started, then halted herself, looking around hurriedly. Quickly, she spotted her quarry, still floating along its way without a care to the predator trying anxiously to capture it. "Crap, it's getting away!"

Azula reached for her knives when the woman appeared, but it looked like she was probably another Legionnaire. Still, she took on of the knives out, the weight in her palm helping her feel prepared.

When she looked over at the second canister, her first instance was to just shoot out of the sky. Unfortunately, her first instinct still thought she could conjure up the flames to do that. She might be able to hit it with a knife but instead she decided to just watch and see if the woman could get it on her own.

Videl's eyes snapped from the knife, to Azula, then back to the canister, a half-dozen thoughts and questions conflicting in her mind all at that same moment. First, this woman had a knife and didn't look scared when Videl stumbled upon her; either she was unusually confident for Harrubian detainee, or she was a fellow Legionnaire. Second, and perhaps more importantly, the mysterious canister was getting away and Videl was not about to let that happen.

Ignoring Azula for now, Videl scooped up a fist sized rock from the ground and lobbed it at the canister. A convenient breath of wind pushed the canister out of the way just in time to avoid the rock.

With a curse, Videl grabbed another rock, this time taking pains to keep a proper pitcher's stance before flinging her rock. This time, it connected, tangling up the parachute and bringing the offending canister to the ground. "Finally!" she cheered, rushing over to it. "I've been chasing this stupid thing for like half an hour," she shouted back at Azula as she popped the canister open. Inside, Videl found a prize worth her fight; a roll of soft, snow white cloth.

Toilet paper.

She was able to get a better look at the newcomer now and noticed that woman's skin appeared to be metal. She also had decent aim with a rock. Azula walked over to her, thinking that this might be a good ally to have in the middle of nowhere.

"And was it worth it?" Azula asked, eyeing the paper skeptically. It certainly wouldn't have been her first choice, not that anyone had asked her opinion.

Videl straightened up, toilet paper in one hand and canister in the other. "Absolutely," she answered with a nod, sliding the toilet paper back into the canister and sealing it. "I know they say you can just use leaves, but that is the worst feeling ever. I would've chased this thing for another mile or two if I had to."

She turned back to Azula, taking a moment to get a good look at her. "You're not Harrubian, are you?"

Some people had odd priorities. Of course, Azula wasn't exactly pleased at what she had been given. A firestarter kit for a firebender whose powers had been stolen. It was an insult.

"No, I'm from the Legion."

Clearly, Azula does not appreciate toilet paper nearly enough. That is a crying shame.

Videl nodded in response, her suspicious confirmed. "Same here. I'm Videl." Videl held out a hand to Azula. "Don't mind the metal skin. The jerks here took away the watch with my inhibitor, so I can't turn it off right now."

Toilet paper just wasn't very high on Azula's list of priorities.

She stared at Videl's hand for a moment, before taking it hesistantly. Her skin really was metal. "What does your inhibit-" Azula's question came to an abrupt halt when she heard the sound of something large in the forest nearby and spun to face that direction.