thebastion | Day 285 [open]

Who: Azula & anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 285
Where: Northern Bastion
What: Azula arrives in Bastion.
Format: bracket-action but happy to match
Warnings: n/a for now.

[Azula was angry. Whether or she actually believed that her world had been destroyed, blah blah blah was a different question entirely. It all sounded crazy (this whole world sounded crazy - maybe it was all just one giant hallucination and that's a terrifying thought), but more importantly she had better things to do. If this was some kind of spirit-world shenanigan, she wanted no part in it. She had been in the middle of something important, damn it.

Which is why, naturally, she gets herself quickly and fairly easily from the Skyway to Bastion. If anyone was capable of figuring it out, it was her. And when she's on a mission to get to the bottom of something, that drive can move mountains.

When she questions the person who told her about this "calamity" she doesn't get answers she wants and sets a tree on fire in retribution, but the action is...oddly taxing? And for the first time in her career she actually feels like it's difficult to firebend which angers her more, RIP patches of grass.

Since all of that is clearly getting her nowhere she proceeds to go question anyone who is around in the most tactful and personable way possible:]

You there! Tell me what is going on here immediately.

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[Jane wants to argue that there are too many people with too many conflicting lives here, each of them possessing something from their home in the form of memories or ways of life that are more divergent than simple customs...or, at least, it seems that way to her. But then again, Azula is new, and it wouldn't be very fair for her to argue that.]

I suppose if you won't believe me, you'll have to explore and see for yourself. But regardless, things are how they are, and you're here, whether you're happy about it or not. [A pause.] Though I'm...doubting you're happy at all.

How am I supposed to be happy when I'm also told that I have to believe everyone I love is dead?

[it comes off a little angrier than intended, as if she really cares about anyone back home.]

[Jane flinches slightly. Okay, getting off on the wrong foot, that's definitely happening.]

It's an expression, it's not literal - no one could be happy about that! Goodness knows I'm not, but I'm here and I'm alive, and there isn't anything for us in a wreck, now is there?

Being here and alive is pointless.

...That's an awfully bleak way to look at it.

But truthful. I have a purpose at home.

We all do, or did, but unless there's some way to put all the pieces back together, I doubt anyone is going to fulfill that purpose.

[Jane pauses. This got really deep really fast.]

Um. Well, anyway, you're new here...would you like to see where everything is?