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Post by Azula on Feb 19, 2009 15:04:52 GMT -5
(Guess we'll have to find a slightly different reason for the Haremites to get out together then. Found nothing on the internet so I'll have to go with Avatar cannon and common sense in regards to ancient Chinese undergarments.)
Intrigued by this idea, the fallen princess decided to take Micaela up on her offer and started counting points off on her fingers. "Okay, I'll try not to be too greedy then. A light pair of practical shoes, a few undertunics, some loinclothes unless this Paris has anything more advanced, a robe to sleep in, and..," Azula hesitated, debating her painful memories against practicality, "...And if you know as much about me as you seem to, a copy of my armor from my last Agni Kai. Just in case we ever get in trouble here."
She put down her hand, smiling wryly and waiting for the 'miracle'.
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Post by Micaela on Feb 19, 2009 18:42:05 GMT -5
*Micaela sat for a moment, eyes closed, calling up an image of Azula's armor as best she could. Anything she didn't remember her imagination filled in. After a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and the bag seemed to have something growing in it. Said something had sharp corners and seemed to be somewhat oblong...*
*She opened her eyes, which were curiously a bright, vibrant green, before taking out two black-and-gold cylinders: greaves. She laid them on the floor before closing her eyes again. The process repeated, and, piece by piece, she laid out a full suit of armor and the requisite under-clothing. Glad she'd managed full armor without even getting tired, she then tackled the clothes, pulling out a few pairs of billowy pants and tunics and, finally, a pair of fairly simple, soft leather shoes in black.*
*It was now that she looked up at Azula and Yomiko, smiling, her eyes back to their normal muddley blue-green color.*
"All done!"
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Post by Azula on Feb 19, 2009 22:18:57 GMT -5
Azula, former heir to the Fire Nation and Master Firebender on par with only a handful of others from her homeworld, was quite frankly impressed. The armor produced by the Suethor was... flawless far as she could tell, new from the Imperial armories and just as she remembered. Were she any less self-controlled, her mouth would have dropped open. She reached down to heft one of the shin guard pieces, quietly noting both it's aparent strength and lightness, the perfect gear for a Firebender who needed both protection and unimpedded dexerity.
Quite impressive, indeed. Micaela would be protected to the limits of her skill for this gift.
"...Thank you," she managed quietly, fighting back the fog, her golden eyes scanning every line of the laqured chest-and-shoulder guard sitting on the floor. To see it like this... Agni. This was unpractised Reality warping?(EDIT: It later occured to me I should include what the armor actually looks like should anyone not have seen avatar season III. *grin*)
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Post by Micaela on Feb 19, 2009 22:26:13 GMT -5
*Micaela smiled.* "No problem, 'Zula. I hope I got it right; some of the details were fuzzy so I filled in. If I don't have a complete picture with all the details thought out, it doesn't form properly. Most of the time it just doesn't come into being... I don't want to see what happens if it doesn't form right. I have a feeling messing with reality could be... dangerous."
*She turned to Yomiko, eyes wide. Though she'd sat on the ground to conjure, she didn't appear to be moving. Jeans were useful that way.* "Want anything? Even if it's just french fries or something. I know how it is to miss home."
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Post by Yomiko Readman on Feb 20, 2009 1:54:43 GMT -5
Yomiko had been quietly thinking and watching them, for once not entirely distracted by her book. She nodded at first, her eyes widening when she watched the armor. "That's...really very impressive," she put in, eyeing it up. Yikes. If it was possible for her to do this without even practising, she was really very lucky to have Micaela on her side. "Oh, that's kind of you--though I'm alright, I've been a lot of different places. Still, I should probably get a few backup outfits myself...I mean, most of my luggage is, well, you know, books." She shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "However..." ((I'm just picturing Yomiko in armor, something like this.))
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Post by Azula on Feb 20, 2009 2:30:58 GMT -5
"I take it that a love of and need for books is one of the prequites to becoming a Papermaster, then?" Azula ventured warmly, having recovered her focus and setting down the armor piece on the table with a soft clink of metal on wood.
She rested on hand on her chin, politely restraining the impulse to further expand her point or point out some of the finer features of the Fire Nation craftsmanship. This was Micaela's chance to show off now, and Yomiko's bequest, after all. If Azula wanted to keep their trust and affection, she'd have to be somewhat understanding.
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Post by Yomiko Readman on Feb 20, 2009 2:42:24 GMT -5
Blushing slightly, Yomiko nodded. "Oh, of course," the Paper chuckled, patting those in her coat slightly. "It has something to do with the potential inside one, the aptittude for the job, or something like that. Much as I imagine you probably need to have the right attitude to manipulate fire."
"Hmm...yes, I might like some armor for myself...to be fair, it would come in handy, especially considering how often I have heavy and/or flaming things launched at me."
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Post by Micaela on Feb 20, 2009 9:02:35 GMT -5
*Micaela smiled and reached for her lemonade.* "I just need to take a second. It used to be I got tired if I summoned anything more complicated than shoes. Obviously I've improved; I'm not tired yet, but I don't want to take the chance. My particular combination of powers and weaknesses is, as far as I know, unprecedented, and I don't want to see what would happen if something went wrong." *She took a few sips before setting the glass back down.*
*Closing her eyes again, she pulled the bag to her and thought through the finer details of what she would summon. She had to be conscious of every detail--every hinge, plate, joint, weld, the thickness of the metal at any given location--if it was to work. Summoning things she had to imagine on her own was harder than things that had already been designed--it was one more thing to think about. Eventually she had an image of fairly simple armor in her mind's eye and began to call up pieces, starting as she had with Azula at the bottom, taking it out piece by piece and laying them down on the floor.*
*She opened up her eyes, again the strange, almost luminous green color, but this time the other two girls could see them fade back to their usual color. As if coming out of a trance, she blinked and shook her head, reaching for her lemonade.*
"Now I'm tired. No more summoning or I could end up ripping the space-time continuum or some shit."
((Hee. I looked up screencaps so I knew what she was summoning.))
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Post by Azula on Feb 20, 2009 12:22:28 GMT -5
"Just make sure you practise in that armor before you have to use it depending on how much freedom of movement and stamina you need to make the most of your power," cautioned Azula, "My armor was very-expensively designed *for me and my style*, and after a year of not using it, even I'm going to put the hours in to get used to it. Still, very nice to have it if we need it. I have a feeling Billy's brain could get us in trouble soon enough."
"He's off having an audience with the director of the local... asylum if I heard right this morning," explained the fallen princess, not quite able to supress her shudder at the word. Too close to her personal demons. Entirely too close. If she had been less along in her recovery and had less willpower when she had been taken here...
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Post by Micaela on Feb 20, 2009 13:02:00 GMT -5
*A little shiver ran down Micaela's back at that.* "If this asylum is anything like the other 19th-century ones I've heard about... no director is going to be a savory character. In fact..."
*Suddenly, she inexplicably knew who it was, and paled. She wasn't exactly familiar with his canon, but she knew enough that... well. Then her nose wrinkled.* "Definitely not a savory character. Hot, but decidedly unsavory."
*Then of course the idea of warfare on the 'verse occurred to her, and she thought of the Revolution, and she smiled, looking a little zoned out.* "You know one of my characters orchestrated the overthrow of an oppressive monarchical regime a few months ago? Good times."
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Post by Yomiko Readman on Feb 23, 2009 2:27:08 GMT -5
((Ahem, I'm here.))
Yomiko nodded, leaning back against her seat and gazing up, slightly vacantly at the ceiling. She was already thinking about the other combat matches she'd been in, and how many there might be in the future. For that matter, she wondered how long she would be staying here in Paris...but by the time her mind wandered back to the present moment, Micaela had finished, and the Paper blinked in surprise. "Wow...that's pretty impressive," she responded, understating it, or so she thought as she eamined the armour.
"Hmm...oh, I could imagine," she replied to Azula, then listening with a frown to the rest of the subjects. "Oh...dear," she added in a moment, not really liking the idea of full-scale revolution. "I assume--it was for the greater good, right?" It made her a bit nervous...she thought of just what the sort of destructive power could be unleashed in here, it seemed. After all, Yomiko herself knew that she was capable of some major destruction...
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Post by Azula on Feb 23, 2009 9:07:39 GMT -5
"In my... experience, revolutions are rarely for the greater good of anyone except the people leading the revolution," remarked Azula into the silence, lips curling a little cynically as she remembered bits and snatches of her lessons in history and her time in Ba Singh Sai, "And they always repeat themselves. But then again... My views may be old-fashioned, so maybe Micaela's servant's revolution was different."
She inclined her head to the Suethor, letting the smile slip back and blinking her golden eyes once as she waits for confirmation or denial. It would certainly put Billy's planned revolution in an interesting light to know her opinion. Knowing what other's thought would allow you to keep them on one's side if you actually worked to respect those opinions.
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Post by Adrienne on Feb 23, 2009 9:24:04 GMT -5
**LAZY WHORE NOT SWITCHING ACCOUNTS**
"Well, considering the government in place at the time..." *Micaela shrugged.* "It's Paris. There have been so many revolutions that when the barricades go up those uninvolved just go about their business. The one Enjolras and Leia led merely tried to put things back as they were--and succeeded, for the most part."
*She thought some more.*
"Hell, come to think of it, even that was a repetition, in a way. Enjolras had a history of leading revolutions. Died in one, but then he came back. Weird shit happens here." *She shrugged again.* "Enj is one of those rare people who really, truly, unselfishly believes in what he's fighting for, to the point where he sometimes forgets to care about people in general. Utterly devoted to his cause and his ideals."
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Post by Yomiko Readman on Feb 24, 2009 8:01:55 GMT -5
Yomiko nodded uneasily, hoping that despite these people's niceness, she hadn't wandered into a cell of current revolutionaries. It would be rather difficult to explain to her superiors at the Library why she had apparently been plotting to overthrow the foreign government. Well...maybe not, but she didn't know that.
"I have noticed the same thing from studying history," Yomiko observed, nodding to Azula and seeming somewhat relieved. "It seems like there will always be a cycle of the lower class being unhappy, rebelling and making themselves the new upper class, until the new lower class gets upset."
She sighed, though. "Normally, that's an admirable quality, though, Miss Micaela. You should be devoted to your cause in general, but..." She shifted her weight in the seat awkwardly, tapping her fingers on her armour.
((Sorry, sorry, sorry...and yay for literary references!))
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Post by Azula on Feb 24, 2009 11:14:35 GMT -5
(Heh. Literary references are inevitable when you've got an author, a princess, and a bibliophile in the same room, regardless of scenario. That, or a bad joke.)
"...Overzealousness can be it's own punishment," Azula finished for Yomiko with a grim smile, chin resting on one hand, "And if one can, one should be prepared to make reasonable objections to unreasonable orders. I made a... very bad joke at a strategy meeting once, my father ran with it, and because I was too much his puppet to even think about disagreeing or find the idea objectionable, before I knew it... We were planning to burn half a kingdom to ash. After that... I probably deserved what happened to me next. Stupidblindweak."
Azula's eyes clouded and expression froze as she lost herself in reflection, finger tracing a nervous circle on the table, her mental resources momentarily swamped by the confusion lurking at the back of her mind.
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