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[burnedbrighter]

A test...a trap. That's what this is. I know it.

I'll try and escape, I'll run and hide and he'll hunt me down...hunt me down like i'm some kind of animal.

But we'll see who's hunting who we'll see who...

[The sound of gargling and groaning and yelping]

...what abomination is this?

*gurgle* HALP!

...oh come now it's a puddle!

Hates water! HATES HATES HATES

I'm familiar with the feeling, but get over yourself, you're annoying me!

[A yelp and the sound of a body rolling along the grass]

You...you saved me!

Not really.

Please...tell Gaossmon your name!

I am Princess Azula of the Fire nation.

HAIL PRINCESS AZULA, SAVIOR OF GAOSSMON!

Shut up! Do you want the whole forest to hear you?

Yes!

[Signal lost]

Comments

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

... Wait, AZULA?!

Is Renamon with you? Or just Gaossmon?

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Who wants to know?

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

It's me! Ashton!

God, it's been years!

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

...you seem to have me mistaken with someone else.

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

... Probably...

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Yo, fire princess, Dracomon here. He doesn't have you mistaken with someone else. You're just not the same Azula we knew. I'd recognize that attitude of yours anywhere.

Ashton and another you were friends. He was teaching her how to cook without charring everything, she was giving him shit, it was a great little dysfunctional friendship. Then she up and vanished, and now some three years later, here you are.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

You're not making any sense! How can there be more then one of me? I don't have a twin, and I've never been here before.

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

I don't need to make sense, toots. This is the digital world, where six feet of snow can fall out of a clear blue sky at any given time.

The fact of the matter is, this place pulls in people from all kinds of different worlds, and it doesn't seem to care if it grabs the same people from different points in time, or alternate universes, or what. Yeah, you were never here. But that doesn't mean Azula was never here before.

Matter of fact, you showed up, your dad showed up, and you were petrified that he'd be disappointed in you 'cause you hadn't taken over the world. Don't believe me? His name was Ozai, and he sounded a lot like that Joker chap who was wandering around a while ago...

Stop getting all 'I know more than he does'. I know you're gonna do it, and I'm a native who knows a lot more about this world than you do, yet anyway.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

This is madness. Utter insanity. I...yes. I've spent so much time in that accursed hole, I must have finally snapped.

Or...or perhaps they finally went through with their threats for the procedure...no. Nononononono!

Princess? Princess are you ok?!

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Oh please, any procedure that'd be done would likely REMOVE your ability to think of a world as messed up as this. Pull it together, princess. You're through the looking glass and

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that, Miss Azula. My partner's a jerk sometimes.

This... it's all real, you know. Everyone goes through this when they arrive. I got dropped in the middle of a forest full of man-sized spider things myself.

... You're not okay, are you?

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Lovely, fantastic. Amazing. [unstable laughter almost sounds like a sob] I've gone from a dark damp empty cell to a world full of monsters and madness and I'm supposed to believe it's all real and I haven't completely lost my mind once and for all. I'm fantastic.

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

...

Yeah, well, it's not madness. Once you adapt to everyone having a partner, and the bizarrity of some of the creatures, it's a pretty standard place.

Look around you, there should be food growing on a tree somewhere near you. Grab a bite to eat, grab a seat, take a few minutes to collect yourself, and come back to this.

What the heck happened to you, anyway?

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

[It takes hours before she responds, it's now well into the evening when her suspicious guarded voice almost hisses]

How much do you know about me?

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Uh...

I know you're a princess, I know you were a pretty impressive warlord. You can toss fire around like nobody's business... You love your dad, want his approval, I got the impression he doesn't care about you. Pretty dick thing for a parent to do, really...

It's kinda hard for you to make friends, but you're a pretty nice one once you do. So long as people are willing to stand up to you and stay friends with you anyway...

Uh... not much more than that really. We didn't talk all that much about the past.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

And are there many more like you who knew me from before?

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Peronsally? Uh... not really. A lot of them have been sent home already, and like I said, not that many people were close to you... errr... her...

Maybe a handful?

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Hrm.

Tell me about yourself.

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

Me? Okay.

I'm Ashton Anchors. Swordsman and mercenary. I tend to wander around looking for places to ply my trade, or for interesting sites to hit with my partners.

I've got pretty bad luck, my partner's a wiseass who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

Oh, and I've got two dragons grafted to my back. A couple of my previously mentioned partners.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Dragons?

How does that even work?

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

I tried to kill them, they didn't wanna die. Someone distracted me, and they bound themselves to me when I wasn't looking.

...

You kinda had to be there, actually. We're over the whole "Killing each other" thing, though. It was all just a big misunderstanding.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

No doubt.

Either you're explaining it poorly or it makes no sense.

[scarybarrellove.livejournal.com]

I'm an Expellian man with two five foot long dragon heads growing out of my shoulder blades. Each with independent thought, and no concern for my well being when they bicker with each other.

It makes not one LICK of sense.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

Oh good as long as for once I'm not the only one to understand how insane the rest of the world has become.