ptolemy
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Post by ptolemy on Apr 21, 2007 15:00:11 GMT -5
Kay so it's finally up. Lurkers are more than welcome, but please keep the ooc to an absolute minimum, and try to refrain from asking to join. The answer will be no. Perhaps next time. ;D
Anyhow, my intro is coming shortly. Let me just remind everyone of the plot.
Right after Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously dies, Iroh is due to return home from his defeat at Ba Sing Se, greiving still his son Lu Ten, who was lost in the battles. the Dragon of the west has no knowledge that his father is dead, nor that the throne had been taken from beneath him. The time is the morning before Ursa disappears, Iroh is do back mid-day.
Ursa- Moi, Fiddle Ozai- The lovely Zy Iroh- tba Kid Azula- The talented and worthy Xappaz Kid Zuko- Nile, Nile, Crocodile
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ptolemy
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Post by ptolemy on Apr 21, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
It had been almost a century since the war had started, creeping with it’s black malice across the world, engulfing the corner of every nation. She’d been born into war, wed into war, and would die, likely, because of war. However the fair Queen had never felt such conflict in her own heart. Loyalty alone was no question, for the Fire Nation was her home and liege, but ties run stronger and truer in a soul than that of a nation; ties of family and love and morals.
Silently she had stood, as a good wife should, and watched without protest as many a hateful sin was carried out by the man who fathered her children. With hands folded like fragile doves wings she had been tight lipped to the cries of the other three nations as her homeland raped and pillaged the people of the world. With a keen eye, quick and light like the flames that drove her people, she turned her attention from the wrongs around her.
But such things could no longer be, for one can only stand statuesque and ignore evil for so long, and her deep and bitter spite for the war was beginning to show it’s tear on her life. At the seams her family was splitting, and Ursa, with cheekbone flint and brow charcoal, had begun to fancy perhaps her truest loves, the children of her loins, would be safer without the constant threat of her own festering disloyalty; often one was punished through the harm of those closest to the perpetrator.
Silently she ate, glancing now and then with a silent, discorporate gaze at her husband, the broad-chested and narrow minded Ozai, who sat across the crimson cloaked table, flanked on either side by their offspring. They dined in near silence these days, unless the Fire Lord was to break the tangible hush and ask his favorite daughter Azula what she had learned that day, or announce a particularly thrilling and bloody defeat.
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Post by Zyy on Apr 21, 2007 17:45:58 GMT -5
A thick, cavalierly air hung about the smooth, cunning man that sat at the head of the table lifting a sthingy to his presumptuous smile. Things had been going quite well for him in recent days, quite well indeed. Just about everything had fallen into place to appease his needs, excepting a few minor obstacles. But he would eradicate himself of those in time, he was confident of that.
Speaking of which, he allowed his keen gaze to slide stealthily to the side as he dipped his sthingy with eerie elegance into the bowl of soup set in front of him. Eyeing the particular youth to his right, the man studied his unblemished visage with an astute scrutiny, turning over numerous fabrications within the security of his own fiendish mind.
The grin that had painted itself across his long face faltered as he thought. Obviously his daughter was much better suited to take his place; he had no aspirations to be succeeded by an inept fool.
Clearing his mind, the dark-haired man drank another sthingy full of the rich soup. No matter, his plans were still unfolding, and by the end he would have things his way, down to the last pitiful war prisoners.
The delicately guarded smile returned as the newly appointed Firelord continued his meal, eyes cast in shadow.
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Nile
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Post by Nile on Apr 23, 2007 13:34:15 GMT -5
Servants in red stepped quickly but silently about the warm room, the guards constantly replenishing the walls with gasoline. Silence was king here, exiling the occasional click, click of chopsticks or soft swallowing of the humans evenly spread around the silken table. The sickening air around the room was horrifying to the young prince, yet still, his sister, Azula, seemed totally at ease.
Zuko was in a battle of constant awkwardness with his sister. She was eternally confident, while when under the pressure of even eating breakfast with the royal family, the boy would have rather been dead.
Occasionally he would steal glances at his sister, just catching the sinister gleam in her eye or her overpowering look of confidence. This made Zuko terribly uneasy, and immediately averting his eyes to the table, he clenched the tiny knife in his pocket.
The pit of his stomach grew tighter and tighter, willing the meal to be over. Yet, the royal code still prevailed, and the prince showed no emotion at all, and silently awaited the end to the first meal of the day.
One down, two to go.
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