[ As you try to find your bearings and recover from the disorienting process of waking up in a pod, you may notice some of your fellow Vault Dwellers aren't handling this as well as the others.
One in particular being a pale, dark haired girl who has backed herself up against a wall and is looking at you all with suspicion and murderous intent in her eyes.
The last thing Azula remembered was running off into the forest after her mother...
Clamping her eyes closed she pressed a palm to her head to try and quell a growing headache. She had to focus...had to put that woman and her deception out of her head. Whatever nightmare she'd just woken up into needed her full attention.
Do you dare to approach the girl as she grumbles to herself? Be careful those nails look sharp.]
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[Settling in.]
[ Azula had calmed down somewhat, though her attitude had not improved. She was trapped underground which already had her anxiety building in the back of her mind, and she had discovered that her firebending had somehow been blocked. That had resulted in an emotional breakdown that thankfully she was fairly sure no one else saw since she was in her morbidly decorated room.
Now that she had collected her thoughts somewhat she was focusing her mind on the problems at hand. They needed to find out just how much of this place was accessible. Perhaps there were hidden chambers, perhaps more weapons or supplies...
...or perhaps there were giant bugs.]
Absolutely disgusting.
[She doesn't sound too stressed just irritated as she looks to you and gestures to the bugs.]
Well go on. Dispose of them so we can continue.
[Wait is she not going to help? She's holding one of the few remaining pool cues!]
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[Day of Rest.]
[By this point Azula's come to the conclusion that she's probably going to die in this horrible place.
No amount of cake or party hats is going to convince her that this isn't just some elaborate death trap to punish her for failing to kill her mother or take back the throne or any other number of sins she's committed.
No amount of potential death will convince her to eat bug meat. Not today at least.]
At least these drinks are interesting.
[But then the power goes out and she grips her fork tightly in case she needs to stab someone for getting too close to her. Gritting her teeth and rising from her seat she starts feeling her way through the darkness hoping to find a wall she can put her back to.]
Princess Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender
[ As you try to find your bearings and recover from the disorienting process of waking up in a pod, you may notice some of your fellow Vault Dwellers aren't handling this as well as the others.
One in particular being a pale, dark haired girl who has backed herself up against a wall and is looking at you all with suspicion and murderous intent in her eyes.
The last thing Azula remembered was running off into the forest after her mother...
Clamping her eyes closed she pressed a palm to her head to try and quell a growing headache. She had to focus...had to put that woman and her deception out of her head. Whatever nightmare she'd just woken up into needed her full attention.
Do you dare to approach the girl as she grumbles to herself? Be careful those nails look sharp.]
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[Settling in.]
[ Azula had calmed down somewhat, though her attitude had not improved. She was trapped underground which already had her anxiety building in the back of her mind, and she had discovered that her firebending had somehow been blocked. That had resulted in an emotional breakdown that thankfully she was fairly sure no one else saw since she was in her morbidly decorated room.
Now that she had collected her thoughts somewhat she was focusing her mind on the problems at hand. They needed to find out just how much of this place was accessible. Perhaps there were hidden chambers, perhaps more weapons or supplies...
...or perhaps there were giant bugs.]
Absolutely disgusting.
[She doesn't sound too stressed just irritated as she looks to you and gestures to the bugs.]
Well go on. Dispose of them so we can continue.
[Wait is she not going to help? She's holding one of the few remaining pool cues!]
_______________________________
[Day of Rest.]
[By this point Azula's come to the conclusion that she's probably going to die in this horrible place.
No amount of cake or party hats is going to convince her that this isn't just some elaborate death trap to punish her for failing to kill her mother or take back the throne or any other number of sins she's committed.
No amount of potential death will convince her to eat bug meat. Not today at least.]
At least these drinks are interesting.
[But then the power goes out and she grips her fork tightly in case she needs to stab someone for getting too close to her. Gritting her teeth and rising from her seat she starts feeling her way through the darkness hoping to find a wall she can put her back to.]
Are there any candles in our supplies?