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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Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[burnedbrighter]

"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."

Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[carnagecarnival]

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.

Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[burnedbrighter]

"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."

Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[carnagecarnival]

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.

Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[burnedbrighter]

"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."

Re: Lunch at Rainbow Gardens

[carnagecarnival]

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."