"When the villagers exiled me from the South Pole," Aang confesses, "I thought they were overreacting. That wrecked ship was too strange, and I guessed there was some kind of war going on even if I didn't realize how bad yet -- because why would they lie?"
"Lots of reasons." Azula says, kicking open the door to another work room. Together they splash the scattered tools and half-assembled machines with oil. "Everyone has an agenda. You think that inventor needed all this just to keep his son safe?" She waves a hand at the ceiling, where dirty pipes ran through crudely cut whole in the stonework. "No one held a knife to his jugular to accept all this cheap steel. Qin wanted blueprints and prototypes, not communal bathhouses."
On their way out, Aang drops an unlit blasting jelly pouch onto a workbench.
**Zuko 1/2
"What? I'm taller as a girl?! This is bullshit!"
"Now, now, my nephew... or should I say niece?"
"Uncle..."
"I'm only teasing. However, your height is easily explainable. Girls do mature at an earlier age. I'm sure you will surpass your cursed form in a few years time and blossom into the full flower of manhood."
**fem!Zukaang -- Both are girls
Zuan tossed her bedroom, sparse furnished as it was, before turning in for an unrestful night's sleep. The slightest of sounds seemed thunderous in the princess's ears. Recalling her uncle's advice, she had set a bowl down on the stone floor and filled it up to its brim with water. An earthbender coming up through the floor would give themselves away when their vibrations caused the water to spill. A hairpin balanced precariously on the room's door-handle fulfilled a similar function. Dao resting at her sides, she waited.
No one came.
Thankfully the next morning was a cloudless day, so the brilliant sunlight helped sustain Zuan. When she arrived at the temple landing cleared for firebending practice, however, Princess Zuan found two surprises waiting for her: the Avatar wearing a dress, armed with two bowls of cubed purple fruit.
"Good morning!" Aanjing said, her expression sunny enough to fuel Zuan's firebending. "The black moon peaches here are a little sweeter than I remember, but you said firebenders need lots of energy, right?"
** Avatar Hama
Hama's nose is bleeding again.
She can't pinch it or tilt her head back. The chains on her wrists and ankles won't allow such generous movement. Hama sniffs desperately at the trickle of blood but that only delays it.
Down the line, the guards slide a long pole between the bars of Corazon's cage. Hama's old classmate greedily drinks her morning water ration. When she's done, the guards make Corazon open her mouth for them to show she has swallowed it all.
When they reach Hama blood streaks her lip and chin. It drips onto the dirty metal floor of her cell. It spills into the pole-mounted cup's water. Every gulp she takes is copper flavored.
The next prisoner down the line taste it too.
** Kintara
That was before she learned that not only didn't the Northern Water Tribe not allow its women to learn combat waterbending -- "men's waterbending" as Kinto insisted on calling it -- but that only those talented few with the ability to heal were allowed to learn at all.
** World of Broken Glass
Wan Shi Tong piped up, "Now you'll need to clean up the afterbirth."
Bumi blinked. "The afterWHAAAAT THE HELL?! Stop it already, Malu! The baby's out!"
** Remember Jacob Grasped Easu's Heel
Ty Lee, in full Kyoshi Warrior garb, summersaulted off the sky-bison and cartwheeled over to the group. "Hi, Mai! Hi, Azula! Hi, Suki! Hi, Rei! Hi, Minako! Hi, Ami! H--"
Before the acrobat revealed whether she would exhaust the names of everyone there before she passed out from lack of breath, Princess Azula cut her off. "It's good to see you too, Ty Lee." The firebender glanced over her friend's shoulder. "You're late."
Behind Ty Lee, the Avatar folded his hands and bowed. "Sorry, Sifu Hotwoman."
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Date: 2011-02-17 02:26 am (UTC)"When the villagers exiled me from the South Pole," Aang confesses, "I thought they were overreacting. That wrecked ship was too strange, and I guessed there was some kind of war going on even if I didn't realize how bad yet -- because why would they lie?"
"Lots of reasons." Azula says, kicking open the door to another work room. Together they splash the scattered tools and half-assembled machines with oil. "Everyone has an agenda. You think that inventor needed all this just to keep his son safe?" She waves a hand at the ceiling, where dirty pipes ran through crudely cut whole in the stonework. "No one held a knife to his jugular to accept all this cheap steel. Qin wanted blueprints and prototypes, not communal bathhouses."
On their way out, Aang drops an unlit blasting jelly pouch onto a workbench.
**Zuko 1/2
"What? I'm taller as a girl?! This is bullshit!"
"Now, now, my nephew... or should I say niece?"
"Uncle..."
"I'm only teasing. However, your height is easily explainable. Girls do mature at an earlier age. I'm sure you will surpass your cursed form in a few years time and blossom into the full flower of manhood."
**fem!Zukaang -- Both are girls
Zuan tossed her bedroom, sparse furnished as it was, before turning in for an unrestful night's sleep. The slightest of sounds seemed thunderous in the princess's ears. Recalling her uncle's advice, she had set a bowl down on the stone floor and filled it up to its brim with water. An earthbender coming up through the floor would give themselves away when their vibrations caused the water to spill. A hairpin balanced precariously on the room's door-handle fulfilled a similar function. Dao resting at her sides, she waited.
No one came.
Thankfully the next morning was a cloudless day, so the brilliant sunlight helped sustain Zuan. When she arrived at the temple landing cleared for firebending practice, however, Princess Zuan found two surprises waiting for her: the Avatar wearing a dress, armed with two bowls of cubed purple fruit.
"Good morning!" Aanjing said, her expression sunny enough to fuel Zuan's firebending. "The black moon peaches here are a little sweeter than I remember, but you said firebenders need lots of energy, right?"
** Avatar Hama
Hama's nose is bleeding again.
She can't pinch it or tilt her head back. The chains on her wrists and ankles won't allow such generous movement. Hama sniffs desperately at the trickle of blood but that only delays it.
Down the line, the guards slide a long pole between the bars of Corazon's cage. Hama's old classmate greedily drinks her morning water ration. When she's done, the guards make Corazon open her mouth for them to show she has swallowed it all.
When they reach Hama blood streaks her lip and chin. It drips onto the dirty metal floor of her cell. It spills into the pole-mounted cup's water. Every gulp she takes is copper flavored.
The next prisoner down the line taste it too.
** Kintara
That was before she learned that not only didn't the Northern Water Tribe not allow its women to learn combat waterbending -- "men's waterbending" as Kinto insisted on calling it -- but that only those talented few with the ability to heal were allowed to learn at all.
** World of Broken Glass
Wan Shi Tong piped up, "Now you'll need to clean up the afterbirth."
Bumi blinked. "The afterWHAAAAT THE HELL?! Stop it already, Malu! The baby's out!"
** Remember Jacob Grasped Easu's Heel
Ty Lee, in full Kyoshi Warrior garb, summersaulted off the sky-bison and cartwheeled over to the group. "Hi, Mai! Hi, Azula! Hi, Suki! Hi, Rei! Hi, Minako! Hi, Ami! H--"
Before the acrobat revealed whether she would exhaust the names of everyone there before she passed out from lack of breath, Princess Azula cut her off. "It's good to see you too, Ty Lee." The firebender glanced over her friend's shoulder. "You're late."
Behind Ty Lee, the Avatar folded his hands and bowed. "Sorry, Sifu Hotwoman."