Happy New Year and belated Marry Christmas! XD Here is my present to some of you.
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Edited by: TheHumanWiki
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The sky was very blue…
It was also rather vast, and seemed endless. Limitless one could say, and it certainly gave the illusion of such. The blue was slowly turning red towards the west, signaling that the day was approaching an end.
It was a very peaceful moment…
It would be even better if I'm not aching all over while lying on my back… Azula thought with hazy eyes as she tried to clear her mind of them pain induced fog. She nearly, stressing on the word nearly, giggled out with no apparent reason. The Princess was vaguely aware of Ty Lee's worried expression as well as Zuma's slightly amused one. She was also vaguely aware of how Than winced in sympathy while Ying was stuck between feeling amused and sympathize with the girl.
She couldn't blame them. Hell, if anything she should blame herself for this… while pointing a finger at Zuma… and perhaps a guilty glare in the direction of karma, though she wondered why she bothered with karma at all.
This was the first time she had no idea how she ended up like this. One moment she was charging Zuma and ready to deliver a punishing palm strike to his chin, and the next she was spinning in the air and landed quite painfully on her back with a most insisting ringing in her ears. There was no other way to explain this other than the most painfully obvious truth.
Princess Azula, the Fire Bending prodigy was defeated in an instant without her having any idea on the how or the why.
Oh yes, if Zuzu is here, I'd probably never hear the end of it. That was accompanied by a rather silly smile. It had the effect of making Ty Lee ask Zuma if he hit her just a tad too hard.
"I don't think so… It was only some simple redirection of her momentum, which I used to flip her over and send her flying." Zuma replied, and upon seeing everyone's expression sans Azula's, the man sighed then said, "I used her own strength against her and kicked her ass… without literally kicking her ass… not that she doesn't deserve a good spanking anyway. I mean seriously, she is long overdue for a-"
"Z-Zuma!" Ty Lee gasped as she reprimanded him with a glare, though it was easy to see that she was fighting off a full blown smile on her face. The twitching of the corner of her lips weren't that hard to miss.
By now Azula had regain most of her coherent thoughts, though she wished that she was knocked out cold. Whatever Zuma did to her, it left her feeling sore. Not the kind that signaled a good day's work out; the type that let someone know that their asses were just handed to them on a golden platter, forget silver. With a groan, she pushed herself into a sitting position while the others backed up a bit to give her some room. Rubbing her back with one hand, Azula pointed the other at Zuma and asked, "What did you do?"
"I-" Zuma began with a big grin, but Azula made a shushing motion before he even got the second word out. The girl groaned again as she stood up, dusted her cloth of any dirt and dusts that collected on her, and said, "Whatever it is, I want to learn it. So teach me."
Ty Lee blinked before tilting her head, saying, "Zula, I think he knocked your head much harder than we first thought. Oh don't give me that look Zula. Usually you would challenge him to either a rematch or try to win through some underhanded methods… Now, now Zula, we all know that I tell the truth." The acrobat said with a triumphant smile to Azula's blush and so-not-working death glare. Off to the side, the newly-made parents could only blink at the interaction, unsure as to how they should react to this. They wonder if Hope will become someone similar to them in the future, especially when she will enter that rebellious age.
Somewhere in the Spirit World, a meditating monkey burst out laughing.
"Alright… I admit it. He handed my behind on a golden platter, but I don't want to hear anything from you about this, got it?" Azula hissed through her teeth at Ty Lee. The acrobat in response just shrugged her shoulders and smiled her usual smile. From past experience Azula knew that the gymnast would burst out her puppy eyes if she kept on pushing, so with another groan –this one of annoyance- the ember eyed girl turned to the silver haired man and said, "Now that is out of the way… teach me."
"Ah, ah. Zula, you know better manners than that." Zuma teased with his infuriating smile, and Azula nearly said to hell with it all and attempt to kick his manhood in. Of course, knowing that he could probably disable her and then hand her behind to her on a platter fitting for a god, the girl gritted her teeth and bared it down.
"Please accept me as your pupil…"
Zuma's smile somehow gotten larger despite the enormous size it was already. "And…"
If looks could kill… "…Sifu Zuma."
"I wish I have something to keep this moment forever… If nothing else than to keep you frustrated Zula-chi." Zuma commented before clapping his hand, completely ignoring the indignant look on Azula's face and declared, "Right then, with formality over, we'll set some rules down. First off, you will do what I tell you to do. That means if I tell you to jump, you will do it. If I say to sleep, you will make yourself comfortable for dream land, and if I tell you to strip, you will do it with no protest. Trust between a master and a pupil is essential, and so you should trust in me having a reason behind all that I ask you to do as you trust me in teaching you all that I know of. Is that clear?"
Azula would have protested if not for the fact that despite his grin, Zuma's eyes were completely serious. The fact that he said the entire thing about striping with such seriousness made the girl very aware just how serious he was being. While she was by no mean shy of her body as she proved on Ember Island, there was still a line that she would not cross for anyone. Of course, the Princess was aware of just what he was asking her of: trust. He wanted her to trust in him as he trusted her with his knowledge. It was not a game like before when the war started and she manipulated just about everyone.
No. This time Azula knew, down to the most basic of her existence, that she will have to learn to trust… A blank look in Ty Lee's direction (much to her confusion) steeled her resolve, and Azula nodded with determination burning in her eyes.
Zuma smiled.
"Good… Secondly, I will not tolerate complains. Sometimes things will be hard, and others nearly unbearable. There will be times when things look as if it is a waste of your time. I don't want to hear a peep of it. Rant to Ty Lee if you want, but you are not to complain in front of me. However I want you to keep this in mind: There is no short cut. Everything you work for will be towards a purpose. Is that clear?"
"Yes sifu." Azula said loud and clear, though in the back of her mind, she wondered if she didn't just toss herself down a hell pit.
"Rule number three… Well, I'll tell you when I think of it." Zuma stated all seriously before shrugging it off with a nonchalant laugh. Azula's face blanked for a moment before she launched a kick that would have connected with his right cheek if Zuma did not block it. The girl then twitched at what she just did and expected the worst, but instead the man just laughed and said, "Ah, I got it. You have permission to keep your crazy sifu on a leash if he gets too crazy sometimes. That means if you require physical force to do so then go right ahead… Just… don't cripple me or aim for where it hurts please."
"…Oh my. Zula, you just bagged yourself a very interesting sifu." Ty Lee commented while giggling at the whole situation of it all. The Princess only glared at her in exasperation. That glare turned to confusion when the gymnast asked, "So how long do you plan to hold your leg that high Zula-chi?"
Twitching at that inferno nickname, the Princess forcefully extracted her leg from Zuma's grip and lowered it, readjusting her outfit for a bit afterwards. Grumbling to herself under her breath for a moment about some hyperactive flirt and moronic sifu, Azula turned her attention back to Zuma once more. Crossing her arms under her still developing breasts, she asked, "So what now s-sifu?"
Ignoring the stutter due to hesitation, Zuma waved to the couple that had been sitting on the sideline for a while, stating, "First off we make camp. The day may look fine, but in a matter of minutes it'll be dark. Besides, seeing as how we're now near a river we might as well use it to our advantage for the moment. That being said who wants fish for dinner?"
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After struggling a little with a tent, Azula had successfully set up her first ever tent… with a lot of help from Ty Lee. The whole thing was Zuma's idea, stating that now that she was a pupil to a wondering master, she might as well learn how to do the basic to survive.
That of course include building camp fire, pitching tent, identifying and cooking edible food, and of course, tracking to both hunt and avoid dangerous animals. The dangerous animal part had Azula snorting a little, remembering that when she still had her fire bending, the most dangerous thing in a forest was her.
Shrugging that thought away, Azula turned her attention to the blazing camp fire not far away and observed as Ying cooed and tickled her daughter. Than and Zuma were by the river trying to catch some fish, seeing as fresh food was always better than dried items. Zuma of course went on babbling about how Ying needed the nourishment being a mother as well as Ty Lee and Azula being growing girls. That had the acrobat fighting a flirt war with the man, and if it wasn't for Azula stepping in and tearing them apart, they might still be at it.
She never knew that Ty Lee could flirt like that…
Shrugging her musing off, Azula once more inspect the tent she pitched with Ty Lee and nod in satisfaction. Sure it was nowhere near comparable to her loyal tent back in the war, but she wasn't complaining at the moment. Besides, this gave her a chance to relive some childhood memories when Ty Lee slept over in the palace with Mai. Turning around so that she was facing the camp fire, Azula blinked when she found Ty Lee nowhere in sight when she was just there but a moment ago. Then she noticed that Hope was also nowhere in sight. It was just her alone with Ying. The mother of one had this expectant aura about her. When Azula pointed a finger to herself the woman nodded and beckon her over.
With no excuse not to, the ember eyed girl approach the woman and was about to sit down on the opposite side of the camp fire when Ying patted the ground next to her. Now Azula found herself feeling wary for some odd reason. Finding no base to her worry, the girl mentally shrugged as she gracefully lowered herself next to Ying. The woman smiled, pleased that the girl complied with her request before tilting her head, as if expecting something.
That was where Ying completely lost Azula and Azula voiced it. "Um… Is there something you would like me to do? Sifu did say that you can do with me as you wish given it was within reason…"
"Yes, I remember quite well. The display Zuma gave was quite impressive, though I nearly had a heart attack on the stripping part." Ying commented teasingly and smiled in delight at the blush that blossomed on Azula's face. Giggling a little, the woman then lean forward and said, "So, are you guys going to tell me?"
"…Tell you what?" Azula asked, this time genuinely confused. Tilting her head to the side, the girl asked, "Was there something…?"
"Well… I would ask if you or Ty Lee liked Zuma in some way or fashion, but I think it's all just a friendly relationship. Oh, congratulation on having such interesting sifu by the way." Ying said before beaming out the last part with a beautiful smile. Azula nodded her thanks, now completely unsure as to what to do with the situation she found herself in. This was getting weirder by the second according to her logics. "Now then, seeing as how none of you two would be romantically involved with Zuma… I think, I will get straight to the point." The mother said as she grabbed hold of Azula's hand and stared right into her ember eyes, asking, "Zula, are you guys hiding something from us?"
The Fallen Princess tensed as her eyes widened for just a fraction of a second before they returned to normal. She had to hand it to the woman; she was either very perspective or was just rather lucky and paranoid. Still she couldn't really blame Ying on this, seeing as how she admitted that they did not have good experiences with Fire Nation and Azula and company were… well, Fire Nation.
Regardless of that fact, Azula had to give it to Ying. Again she was either rather perspective or paranoid.
Oddly enough, Azula could not find it within herself to make up a lie to the earnest expression upon the woman's face. Digging into her being the Princess wondered if something made her act this way or if she was being controlled. When nothing came up the girl just shifted slightly, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hen of her sleeves before she caught herself and stopped it immediately.
The Princess immediately decided that if she couldn't lie, then she might as well not answer.
It would seem that Ying expected that and sighed. With another smile the woman reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Azula's face and tucked it behind her ear and said, "Alright. I won't push you guys for an answer. Beside Ty Lee looks like a wonderful girl and Zuma seems like an honorable man. Hope liked you guys well enough and if there is one thing I trust, it's my baby's instinct." Offering another smile that made Azula's inside twigged a bit, the mother of one stood up and looked around, asking, "Do you think we should see where the other went? They have been away awfully long…"
"…I think they're fine. Zuma can take just about anything –I think- and Ty Lee is no slouch either. She'll look after Hope so you do not have to worry." Azula said, immediately latched onto Ying's given opportunity to switch topics. The woman gave her a stare before nodding and smiling in acceptance and then sitting back down. Then she launched into some sappy story about how she and Than met, eventually fell in love, and then married, all the while giggling with a beaming smile that Azula did not have the heart to tell her to stop.
Once again she wondered what was wrong with her. Maybe Zuma did hit her head harder than expected.
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Southern Air Temple…
"Alright… what should I do now?" Aang asked himself as he scratched at his head's arrow. A frown was obvious on his face, and despite his best effort, he could not settle down enough to summon out the other Avatars to ask for advices. So instead of trying and failing to brood it off, Aang went to his trusty companion and lifelong friend: Appa the flying bison. "You see Appa, I can't exactly say no because it is the job of the Avatar to help those in need. But I don't exactly want to say yes. You remember very well what she was like?"
The giant furry animal let loose a groan that could be interpreted for a shrug. Aang did, and he scrawled at that saying, "What do you mean you guess? I'm sure you remember Azula. I doubt anyone who ever met her can forget her at all! I mean Momo remembered her!"
Said flying lemur blinked his big eyes before scurrying off to find himself some food. Aang pouted at that. "You're no help Momo… But seriously Appa, what do you think I should do?"
Appa groaned again while turning his head to look at Aang. The bison then flapped his tail once, twice, before groaning again. Aang's left eyebrow gave a twitch while giving his friend a deadpan look saying, "What do you mean just help her? If you didn't forget, she DID sort of electrocute me and nearly killed me… she DID kill me… Umm. You get the idea. What I'm trying to say is-"
Appa groaned once more.
"Hey! That was uncalled for! And don't fall asleep Appa. This is important!"
A groan and a yawn was his answer…
"…Appa, you're not being very helpful at this very moment… If I have hairs, I'd tear them out at this moment."
Leaving his friend to his nap, Aang stood up before gently brushing Appa's head once then set foot towards the chamber that held all of his past self. Activating the air lock, the current Avatar waited patiently for the door to be fully opened before traveling into the countless statues that dotted the room. As his feet carried him to the center where Roku's statue stood, the young man gazed into his face with a pondering look about him. Shaking his head, he then gazed upon the next statue, that of Avatar Kyoshi. Like before, Aang stared at her stone visage with a pondering gaze upon his face, and just as he was about to move onto Kuruk, Kyoshi's eyes shone with a light not unlike that of Roku's when Aang first gazed upon his statue.
As he blinked his eyes to try and understand the meaning behind it, Aang's eyebrows scrunch together as his lips twisted to a side in a mask of thoughts and wonders. Letting out a hum, the young man nodded once before settling himself down in front of the statue lotus style. Closing his eyes and evening out his breathing, the current Avatar started meditating.
Before long he felt the familiar weightless sensation. Opening his eyes, the young man was expecting to be in some area of the Spirit World needing to search for Avatar Kyoshi. What he did not expect was for him to find her sitting in front of him lotus style, an "I-know-things-you-do-not" smirk playing on her painted lips. For the first time ever, Aang blinked at the mischievous green eyes that narrowed at him in amusement and wondered just where the fierce woman she portrayed herself to be gone to.
Gathering his composure as he watched Kyoshi's smirk widens a bit, the younger Avatar cleared his throat and greeted his predecessor. "Greeting Avatar Kyoshi how is life?" He asked with a silly grin before blushing in embarrassment and said, "Oh wait… forget I asked that… What with you being… well, dead and all. Err… can I start over?"
Kyoshi just chuckled in mirth before saying, "There is no need. I find it most refreshing. Have you any idea how… formal most Avatars and spirits are? They can drive a dead person up the wall! Ugh. Kuruk was fine… if he wasn't so obsessed with his wife." Seeing Aang's flabbergasted expression, the woman chuckles. "Now, now Aang, What did Roku told you?"
"Close my mouth before I swallow a bug… ma'am." Aang replied instinctively before tagging on the formality. He blushed a shade darker than before when Kyoshi chuckled once more and shook her head. The young air bender thought for just a second that she was teasing him before quickly dismissing that thought. This was Avatar Kyoshi they were talking about. She did not do teasing… right? "Umm… Is there something you would like to tell me ma'am?"
"What is with the ma'am? You were rather informal last time we met." Kyoshi stated as she rested her chin on her hands. Her green eyes widen for a second before she smirked, and said, "Perhaps this might help!"
A flash of light assaulted Aang's eyes, and he yelped as he shielded his eyes with his arms. When he was sure that the light was gone, he carefully opened his eyes, only to go into nearly dislocate his jaws at the sight before him.
Gone was the formal green robe and makeup. The golden head piece was also nowhere in sight. Any and all armors that made up the fierce visage of Avatar Kyoshi were simply not there. What sat before him was someone that could easily be mistaken as any pretty village farm woman… a very large pretty village farm woman. With the head piece gone, Aang can see the way her hair fell down in a messy curtain that brought out her green eyes. Loose strands here and there tickled her cheeks as two particular long stands trailed down the sides of her face and rest easily on her shoulders. Dressed in a plain, long sleeved gray dress tied by a thick black ribbon with a pair of dark brown pants underneath and cloth shoes, the woman looked… "You look rather normal… Sorry, that came out wrong! I mean you don't look as scary as before! Wait, I mean you're not scary or anything, it's just that you're very… I think I'll stop talking now." (1)
Kyoshi just laughed, her eyes closed in humor as Aang squirmed in front of her. As she wiped an imaginary tear away, Kyoshi just waved Aang off, saying, "Don't sweat it. Most people find the whole image of Avatar Kyoshi intimidating. How else do you think I managed to force the 46th Earth King to agree with the whole idea of the Dai Li? Besides, the get up was the idea of someone else. He said, and I quote "You need some method to look intimidating, otherwise you're just a very large woman who looks like someone who does not bother to clean up." I kind of earth banded him for a bit, but it made sense. I'm… not into keeping my appearance pretty like most girls. I think being an Avatar might have something to do with it. I mean seriously, everyone before me was rather distinguished, and then you have me, a tall village girl who looks plain and doesn't bother to stand out!"
Aang could only nod his head as Kyoshi fans out her arms to prove her point. Indeed she looked like she did not bother to spend much time on her hair or choose her cloth. Instead she looked as if she did what most men did: get up, grab a cloth, put it on, and voila. Then blinking his eyes, Aang asked, "Distinguish in what way?"
The woman's face scrunched up as if she bit something sour and said, "Well, there is Kuruk with his flirting ways before he met Ummi… Quite the playboy from what little I know."
Somewhere in the swamp near Koh's layer, a man sneezed before blinking and wondering just who talked behind his back.
"Yangchen is the peace keeping monk that accidentally destroyed a section of Ba Sing Se's wall with a tornado simply because a guard's hand BRUSHED against her hip…"
Atop a mountain, a woman's face lit up in a blush as she wondered why she suddenly felt so embarrassed.
"Hell, even Roku was the Fire Lord's best friend, though he was a too little hyper active and fun loving if you ask me. He did stink bombed the Fire Lord."
Riding on his Dragon, Roku sudden scratched as his ears and glared around to try and determine who was talking ill of him.
"And then we have you, the youngest Avatar to become fully realized as well as supposedly the last of your kind. If nothing else, I say all of you are pretty distinguishable. Even that guy before Yangchen is interesting. He can command volcanoes to erupt whenever he wanted. Where do you think Roku got that from?"
"…Should you really be telling me this?" Aang asked as he thought of what the other Avatars would say about Kyoshi in return. "I mean… you're sort of speaking ill of them…"
"Bah! Everyone makes mistakes or lands in embarrassing situation. I mean I once accidentally washed away a whole village with a land slide because this ONE boy was teasing me of my height. Fortunately no one was hurt… Though let's just say my earth bending sifu wasn't exactly happy about that." Kyoshi winced at the last part as her hands wondered down her hips and back to her bums. Aang winced too as he understood the implication of that. However he suddenly paled as Kyoshi latched her eyes onto him and smirked. "You of course have that one time…"
"Okay, okay! I got it… Just… please tell me what it is I'm here for so I can be on my way and try and forget it all…" Aang said with a blush before grumbling out the last part. Kyoshi just sniggered as his reaction and then shrugged her shoulders. Aang couldn't really blame her though. He would probably do something similar to his successors… probably.
"Ah yes, the reason why YOU are here. It's about Roku's great granddaughter isn't it?"
"Why are you asking me when you already know?"
Grinning at the rather straight forward answer, Kyoshi said, "I asked because what do you THINK should be done to her?"
Aang blinked at the question as well at the grinning visage of Kyoshi's face. Dipping his head and frowning, the young man answered, "As the Avatar, it is my duty to help all those in need as well as maintain the balance… But Azula did horrendous things before in the war…"
"It's war kiddo. Things happened beyond anyone's control." Kyoshi replied quickly with a wave of her hand. Planting her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on her palms, the precious Avatar asked, "So you think of her as a criminal, that means she should be locked away right? Then what do you think should be done FOR her?"
Aang blinked at the question, having never once thought that perhaps rather than doing things TO the mad princess, what could be done FOR her. He quickly recalled how Ty Lee and Mai stayed at her side for her. He also quickly remembered what the Dai Li did for her and his expression darkened. Upon seeing this, one of Kyoshi's eyebrows (which didn't look as thick as her makeup indicated or as long) rose up. Thinking quickly, the woman said, "Now Aang, I want you to think of what her life might be like… Actually, forget that. I want you to seek out Roku's great grandson and seek knowledge of what Azula's life was like. Then I want you to ask that love of his. Then I want you to seek out the staffs that served the palace when she was young. Dig around and ask questions. When you have a pretty clear picture, come and see me. Until then, I think you know what to do."
Aang looked up in surprise before a smile lit on his face. Standing up and bowing his head, the young Avatar quickly returned to the physical world which appeared to be morning already by the look of things. Standing up and stretching out his kinks and popping some joints to loosen up that stiffness, Aang called upon Appa and quickly explained what he wanted to do. With a groan, the bison quickly took off with Aang on his back and Momo clinging to his fur heading towards the Fire Nation.
He had a mission now, and until he completed it, he could postpone the issue with Azula.
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Back within the Spirit World, Kyoshi smirked in satisfaction before standing up and stretching with a moan of satisfaction. Turning around, she smirked up at Roku riding his dragon and greeted him with a simple, "Yo old guy!"
"Avatar Kyoshi, if memory serves you are well over two hundred years old before you died. So if anyone of us is old, it would be you! Though I am confused why you kept such youthful appearance when I kept this." Roku replied before wondering out loud.
Laughing the woman patted where her heart is and said, "Because I'm still young at heart while you'd gone and turn into a geezer!"
Shaking his head, he jumped down from his mount and gazed squarely into Kyoshi's eyes (having to slightly tilt his head back to do so). Frowning, the Fire Avatar asked, "Were you the one who…"
"Now, now young Roku, it can't be helped with us old timers gossiping now can we?" Kyoshi answered, her smirk never dying. Instead it widen at the way Roku's eyebrow twitched. The Fire Avatar wondered how she could always get under his skin without trying. As if reading his mind, she said, "I learned from the best. I believe you know who I speak of."
"Ah yes. You are one of the few fortunate to have met him during your service as the Avatar… That does not excuse you from manners Avatar Kyoshi."
"Aww little Roku, why are you keeping me from my fun?"
"…Don't make me call upon Avatar Gin."
"Fine, I'll stop. You're no fun at all!" Blowing a strand of hair away from her face, Kyoshi crossed her arms over her bosom and shifted her hip to one side. Seeing Roku's look, she asked, "What now? I stopped teasing you, so what almighty Roku did I do wrong now?"
"…Why must you dress in such fashion?"
"Because the Avatar robe is boring."
"…That was fast…"
"It's the truth. I don't know how you can stand those stifling clothing. I don't know how you do it. Might have something to do with age I think."
"You are very much a pain in my side."
"As Yangchen told me many times, though she said that it's in her behind. But I doubt she meant it with how she smiled when saying it."
"That was something I do not need to know. Now, about young Aang…"
"Been here, talked to him, and gave him a task. He might call upon you sometime upon the future."
"Certainly you are not meddling…"
"Tsk, tsk Roku. You know better than to call the kettle black…"
"Very well then. I will return to my dwelling."
"Oh? Is your back hurting old man?"
"I hate you…"
"We all know you don't… Alright, fun aside; do you know anything new about what is coming?"
"No. Unfortunately Koh isn't very forth coming and the other spirits remain either unaware or unwilling to share…"
"The other Avatars are the same. They either don't know anything or won't say anything."
"That is a shame… I certainly wish Aang will be ready to face whatever might come."
"Have faith in him. If he is lucky and does what I hope he does, then he'll have all the help he needs…"
"Ah… I certainly hope he is ready for him."
"Roku, no one can be readied for him. He is a maelstrom after all. Now away with you old man. The young and the beautiful need her beauty sleep."
"…I truly dislike you…"
"Aww Roku, I know you love me!"
"Please act your age Avatar Kyoshi. It is most unbecoming of you! What would your significant half said to all this childish behavior?"
"My hubby loves me for it and you know it. So ha!"
"…I am almost shameful to call you my predecessor. But then again, you did earn your place." Roku mumbled before smirking. Kyoshi also smirked before they both turned to a certain direction. The gears of destiny were turning and the web of fate quivered as things were set in motion. When Aang reached his destination Azula would be near Yinzoh or already within it. The two will once again confront each other, though whether they be enemies or allies only time would tell…
Speaking of… "Roku, why don't you change your robe? They're too stiff and old fashioned. In fact, as your predecessor, I demand that you change it!"
"…Why me?"
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AN:
Alright… I have no idea what I'm thinking, but hey, whatever. I need something to set things into motion again, and BAM here it is. For those disappointed that there is no real fighting between Azula and Zuma, don't be. I'm trying to keep things a little mysterious here. Besides, troubles are brewing, and some of the pieces would be revealed in Yinzoh. Stay tuned for that.
Now that little (1) is there for a reason. I noticed that Avatar Kyoshi was never seen without her makeup or head piece. In fact, she was probably the only Avatar that covered her face so. Sure there are some that wore helmet or mask, but those don't really matter seeing as how they're not really there for us to explore. So with that in mind I tried to imagine what Avatar Kyoshi would look like without that formal robe and makeup. I'm aiming towards contrast (famous battle robe versus plain village get up) as well as making a reason why she worn them. Remember that all Avatars are distinguished one way or another, so why not have a rather tall farm girl who doesn't really stand out other than her height dress up in her famous robe, makeup, head piece, and battle fan? It's just a thought. I welcome you all to make some interpretation on this. It might be fun to do so.
Until next time…