The Outer Wall is frigid in the wintertime, even deep in its innermost sections. Toph's mending bones ache in the cold. She longs for something to warm her from the inside out, but the healers have put her off booze while her guts mend from that lightningbender's attack. She's almost tempted to try testing her limits, but her cravings for real food -- not that bland mush they'd spoon-fed her for five weeks -- left her monstrously nauseous when she had some roast duck smuggled into the hospital.
If the Fire Nation took away spicy food for her permanently, then she'll have to make sure Fire Lord Azulon died extra slow from the boot she'll put up his ass. But before she can do that, she needs to teach his son a lesson...
"Good morning!" Toph says, limping into the hall. The assembled earthbenders and craftsmen quiet down. She heads toward a stone replica of her old metal suit that stands at the far end of the hall. "The Council of Five has granted you poor bastards the privilege of being my peons until the Dragon's cock stops shrinking in the cold. That means we have two, three months together." Toph suppressing a sigh of relief as arrives at her destination. The stitch of pain running up her abdomen is unbearable, but cringing in pain would hardly bolster her reputation of being indomitable. "Before be begin, are there any questions? I see a hand in the back."
That produces a few titters. The woman who raised her hand shrinks down from the attention, but still preserves enough nerve to ask, "Yes... um... what exactly are we doing? No one told me."
"Or me."
"What? You too? I thought I was the only one!"
The hall breaks out into chattering as everyone had to have their turn stating the obvious.
Toph thumps her cane on the floor twice. Her audience shuts up. "You weren't told because this is a secret project. That's why were based in the eastern ass-end of the Outer Wall, facing the Endless Ocean, instead of near the Fire Nation's base where any half-blood colonist could blunder inside."
"But," said the original woman, "I'm not a soldier! I'm just a tailor!"
"Which is perfect, before our project is to make some nice suits." Toph gestures with her cane, pointing to stone replica of her bitch's armor (as her teammates called it). "An earthbender can lift dozens of times their own weight in earth elements, meaning someone wearing this sort of armor is stronger than any human being. An armor user is also basically fireproof outside of a few weak spots. Even I need to breathe, sadly." No one laughs at that, but Toph hopes there are a few weak smiles at least. She continued, "So, you're asking yourselves, if this stuff is so great why don't we outfit every earthbender in the whole damn army with rock armor?
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But Teach a Man to Fish... [1/2]
Date: 2010-11-22 05:59 pm (UTC)If the Fire Nation took away spicy food for her permanently, then she'll have to make sure Fire Lord Azulon died extra slow from the boot she'll put up his ass. But before she can do that, she needs to teach his son a lesson...
"Good morning!" Toph says, limping into the hall. The assembled earthbenders and craftsmen quiet down. She heads toward a stone replica of her old metal suit that stands at the far end of the hall. "The Council of Five has granted you poor bastards the privilege of being my peons until the Dragon's cock stops shrinking in the cold. That means we have two, three months together." Toph suppressing a sigh of relief as arrives at her destination. The stitch of pain running up her abdomen is unbearable, but cringing in pain would hardly bolster her reputation of being indomitable. "Before be begin, are there any questions? I see a hand in the back."
That produces a few titters. The woman who raised her hand shrinks down from the attention, but still preserves enough nerve to ask, "Yes... um... what exactly are we doing? No one told me."
"Or me."
"What? You too? I thought I was the only one!"
The hall breaks out into chattering as everyone had to have their turn stating the obvious.
Toph thumps her cane on the floor twice. Her audience shuts up. "You weren't told because this is a secret project. That's why were based in the eastern ass-end of the Outer Wall, facing the Endless Ocean, instead of near the Fire Nation's base where any half-blood colonist could blunder inside."
"But," said the original woman, "I'm not a soldier! I'm just a tailor!"
"Which is perfect, before our project is to make some nice suits." Toph gestures with her cane, pointing to stone replica of her bitch's armor (as her teammates called it). "An earthbender can lift dozens of times their own weight in earth elements, meaning someone wearing this sort of armor is stronger than any human being. An armor user is also basically fireproof outside of a few weak spots. Even I need to breathe, sadly." No one laughs at that, but Toph hopes there are a few weak smiles at least. She continued, "So, you're asking yourselves, if this stuff is so great why don't we outfit every earthbender in the whole damn army with rock armor?