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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]

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[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.