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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[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.