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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.

Threaded | Flat

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!"

"If it's a joke, it's a terrible one."

Not that Vance was expecting anything different from Arcade. The Avengers had a lot of files on the villain. Though, in this case, he thought they might have to blame an uptick in teen dystopian fiction.

It would just be easier to take if it weren't for the headache that had a pinched expression on his face as he came out of hiding. He'd already overextended his powers and he probably wasn't going to get enough of a chance to rest to sort it out. "Legion, right?"