Choose your own Azuladventure

[burnedbrighter]

Who: Azula and you
What: Azula's in a great mood, last call to train with her, get advice or just have some lunch before the next arena.
Where: Around the Capitol and Tribute Tower.
When: After Enjolras Expose
Notes: It's Azula, she's in a good mood. That can't be good.



There were few things in life she liked better then watching those she hated suffer.

And knowing that Enjolras was no longer going to be comfortable in the Capitol while their tributes were fighting and dying in the arena made her so happy she was practically glowing.

And so she went about her business in this joyful and buzzing manner, a nice healthy and balanced breakfast, followed by the training hall.

Lunch in a trendy cafe where she could take meetings, followed by a casual stroll through a botanical garden.

Today would be a good day.

And hopefully the start of many good days to come.

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[president_evil]

He hadn't heard from the woman yet - Penny. Undoubtedly, she was enjoying the power in making him wait. Of the power she believed she held over him.

His fingers curled, griping tight. With a sharp twist the plant came free with a soft, wet ripping.

"The key," he murmured as he rose out of his crouch, "is to take the roots. The source of nourishment, the power. Without them, the rest of the system withers and dies."

Casually, he tossed the weed aside, a tangle of broken leaves and pale worm-like roots.

[burnedbrighter]

"Unfortunately in some cases it's not so easy." She sighed lamenting just how long it had taken for the Capitol to respond to her complaints about Enjolras.

"At least when you lack power. Then it becomes more like a surgical procedure to cut out the infection completely, or in some cases remove it's ability to spread. So in the case of a loud mouth who can't seem to tell when is the proper time to voice his opinion, you might start by removing his tongue." She reasoned.

Oh how many times she had considered that option with Enjolras, it almost worried her.

[president_evil]

Wesker's mouth curled, a slow, cold amusement.

"It would seem you have a particular weed in mind," he said, returning again to his flowers, knife flashing once more. "If I had to guess as to his identity-" and he was confident he knew who it was, the woman had made no secret of her dislike of him, "-it would appear the Capitol is preparing to rip him up as we speak."

[burnedbrighter]

"And not a moment too soon." She declared with a smile that would chill the hearts of normal people.

"And in his loss, we all stand to gain if only out of entertainment value or gaining peace from his ceaseless rantings."

"It's so nice when the system works."

[president_evil]

"It is difficult, I understand, to give speeches when one is choking on one's own blood."

Wesker didn't laugh often, but when he did, he did the same way he did everything.

Coolly, purposefully, and elegantly.

Cruelly.

[burnedbrighter]

Azula chuckled in a similar manner, it was a beautiful musical sort of laugh but in the way that she could easily be imagined crushing a small animal.

"Difficult for him, much more entertaining for the rest of us. Perhaps people would actually pay attention to him a moment longer if that were the case." She agreed.

[president_evil]

"It would force a certain brevity, if nothing else."

He snipped another flower, and brought the bloom close to his nose, sniffing a short, shallow breath. The scent now was cloying, overly sharp.

But he knew, it would sweeten as it died. Soften.

Turning, he held it out to her. An olive branch for killers.

"A lesson perhaps he'll think to bring back with him."

[burnedbrighter]

She accepted it, her delicate and clever fingers brushing his as she did so. Those same fingers had curled around a blade thrusting it into someone's heart. They had held the tools that set fire to half an arena killing several children.

They were perfectly manicured and freshly painted a lovely shade of blue.

"For his sake I hope so. But I wouldn't concern myself with it. I may be his mentor after all but I'm not his mother."

She took a breath of the flower herself before tucking it in her hair. It was a sharp contrast to her ink black hair that reflected a shine in the sunlight.

"It's always so nice to share these little moments with you." She acknowledge with her venom laced smile.

[president_evil]

He was warm to the touch, warmer than any human male had any right to be, but his smile was as cool as ever. Untroubled, quietly amused.

"I look forward to more such moments," he purred in reply, deciding he meant it, as his head dipping in an elegant bow. "Azula."

Intelligent conversation could be such a difficult thing to come by.

One had to seize opportunity when it presented itself.

[burnedbrighter]

"As do I Mr. Wesker." She bowed her head in similar acknowledgment and found a strange sense of pride in the fact that there was one member on a short list of mentors she respected who in turn respected her back.

Deciding to excuse herself before her good mood lowered her guard any further she took her leave, but the flower remained with her the rest of the afternoon as a pleasant reminder.