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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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He laughs more, just a low chuckle this time.

"She is correct. OF COURSE," He says. "He's always considered it as for who all seeks salvation true. FAITHS AS WHOLE DON'T SERVE THE HOLY. The holy will serve themselves. IT US WHAT NEED FAITH SO WE MAY FIND OUR TRUE PATHS. And so it is us what must serve the wicked word for our own saving. AND SO THE PUNISHMENTS DONE ON FATE'S DOING. Why it is the Messiahs breath on our breath, their hands on our hands. A LAUGH DONE UP IN AURICULAR. If only sinners will here it."

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. The chuckle on his breath is more wry this time. "MOTHERFUCK HE MISSES CHURCH."

She listened and forced herself to pay attention despite her lack of interest in faith. It was hard enough having faith in her tributes let alone having faith in what they had faith in. Why couldn't everyone just have faith in her? She was much more dependable.

"Well we could always take you around to the other churches and see if any of them come close to the one you miss." She mused "I highly doubt it, but it might make for good publicity to see you embracing the culture of humans."

"Of course if you win I'm sure your crowning ceremony will be every bit as elaborate and colorful as the church services you've described."

"They do have churches?" His brows lift. He hadn't heard of any. He'd thought there to be... well, none at all. His interest is caught. For a moment.

He's quickly looking down again, fangs pulling back as his lips purse to a line. "I AM A FAITHFUL SERVANT TO THE MESSIAHS, SISTER. The Messiahs and the cult of Messiahs alone. WOULD BE SACRILEGE," He says. "And you know true he ain't good for no embracing shit, the only proper wrapping around he's for is the snap of throatstem. HE'S THE BEST MOTHERFUCKING TROLL WHAT THE LOT OF YOU GOT HERE. That ain't go synonymous with best human."

Claudia had tried the same thing before. Build him an image like he wasn't what all he was. Got her gumption for wanting the cut of his hair again so as to make him seem as youthful as he secretly really was that no one else got a notice for. Try to make him seem less than what he was like his age took away anything of his power. Their best bet was selling him as the Alien (monster) he was to them, even if it had been a while now. It's not like they'd learned anything more of him. He was still just as alien. And truth up and said, he found the appealing to media tiresome. She probably knew this by now.

He takes the bite of topic altered. "WHEN ALL HE DOES WIN-" Whenever he finally decided to. "-MAYBE HE OUGHT JUST THROW CHURCH SERVICE UP INSTEAD. Get the wicked word sprung forth to the empty pans and pumpers for true." That could be entertaining. He knew a hundred bits of scripture old that could roughly be translated to 'fuck you all'. The capitol wouldn't know for better. No one would. There ain't a single other indigo here.

"Yes we have churches. They just aren't as popular in the Capitol as they are in the districts." She explained "And why would they be? When you already live in paradise why would you try to imagine somewhere better?" She added. She rolled her eyes on the paradise line to indicate she was not completely blinded by the splendor yet. She would never forget where she came from.

"Most would probably join you simply out of your status as a victor. I'm sure that's not the kind of dedication you desire but it's better then nothing." she mused "Just mind what you say in your sermons. We don't want you ending up like Enjolras." She chuckled "As if you would ever be as foolish."

She rolls her eyes, and he knows she doesn't believe a word of it. But her insinuation is clear; the Capitolites do. He draws breath. He draws lip back to show fang. Just so casual said, so casual up and motherfucking slammed, but there's an electric shock through his bones, along his veins, that has him twitching from the heresy. It's breathtaking and he feels significantly more disgusted with his ownself for the mere proximity to these... people.

When you already live in paradise... How hard did he work, did his whole damn kind work for that? How long have they wanted, how many wars... how many times did he curse the Signless and his lot for fooling trolls with intangible heavens? How many times has he prayed to the Messiahs, the only true gods, for a paradise that he knew and accepted wouldn't come until after his time had run its course? His entire species died twice over, and paradise was still being fought for by the last remainders; Terezi, his own descendant, The Signless's...

And these people just DIDN'T MOTHERFUCKING CARE? Did they not see that this was no true paradise, did they not find it in their souls the want for saving and serving of the holy towards the great end?

Of course not.

He looks down, eyes boring a hole through the table and claws grinding just a little as he forces himself to stay in the moment enough the already-orange of his eyes doesn't progress to being any darker. He feels as though he's swallowed a burning star.

"OF COURSE, SISTER," He says, words stiffer and harder than the normal flow and crest. Like 'yes, sir', 'yes, maam', 'of course he will take on the mission to serve the empire with his whole life and soul without utterance of disparagement, of course he will burn his hive down eventual, of course he will bow to Her Imperious Condescension's mere motherfucking propaganda poster, Of course his better-thans can spit upon his name'. "He knows how and when all to keep a motherfucking trap slapped. HIS THROATSTEM WILL BEAR NOT BUT TRUTHS. But he is always careful. HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MOTHERFUCKING AWARES ON WHAT STEPS STOMP TOO MOTHERFUCKING FAR."

He doesn't want anything to do with their empty soul-less churches. Their forsaken faiths. He's spent enough of his life trying to vanquish a damning false god.

"It ain't possible he'd end like Enjolras. THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S KIND PARTICULAR IS OPPOSITE TO HIS OWNSELF'S." He intends to win.

"Of course." She smiled and sipped her drink again and set the glass down leaning forward meeting his eyes.

"You are clever, well spoken, powerful and most importantly unique." She praised him. "And I would have you be in no other district."

A surprisingly genuine smile.

"Some day you will make an excellent mentor to less skilled tributes."

He tries to return that smile. Because it's real and she means it. And he ain't want to pass no chance.

"He hopes to make you proud then, Sister, and continue to do so," He says. He finishes his drink and rises up. "AND IN SPEAKING OF SUCH, HE HAS TO GO SEE TO IT HIS LEGACY DON'T END. They've brought his descendant, he's sure you know. HAVE TO MAKE SURE THE FUCKER DON'T GET HIS ASS CULLED ONE WAY OR OTHER."

He bows to her, and he actually does so for its meaning.

"Lest she wishes to join him, he shall see her flip side," he laughs.

"Flip side it is." offers him a polite wave. "I have other matters to attend to and time with family is precious,Especially here. Savor every moment and let no one dare take that time from you." she urged.

It was only a shame she didn't feel the same way about her family.

"It's a pleasure, as always."

Don't let anyone take time away from family. Yeah. He guesses they really are such.

In a terrible sort of way.

And to have them taken...

"NEVER," He says, realising he means it as he does. Family in the Carnival, family in the church. Family in blood. And then, "A pleasure true indeed."

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