genessia | [4th Breath | Accidental Video] Stairway to torture

[It was a beautiful Monday morning. The sun was up and shining in all of Genessia City. Like any firebender, Azula woke with the sun. So there she was, 7 am in the morning, walking along the halls of Tupelo Alley. In her hand was a basket full of fruits. The sweetest fruits she got from the market. Obviously, she woke up very early.

Then she stopped a few feet in front of Room 402, she placed the basket of food down beside her boots and knocked a couple of times. The feed seemed to have been triggered by the fruits moving around the basket Azula carried with her.]

Weiss.

[She paused and knocked another time.] It is I, Princess Azula...

[Another pause. The next statement was a little harder for her.]...your future si...your friend. I'm here to have a nice long chat with you, with regards to future plans and courses of action.

[Then, moments later, when the door opens, the feed ends while Azula tries to pick up the basket which she placed beside her boots. People would notice it was nothing more than Azula awkwardly inviting Weiss to a picnic. But for a special someone, he'd know this was worth panicking over. Azula rarely does regular picnic after all.]

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[ Weiss had not been prepared for Azula coming over. Especially not at 7am. Weiss had just been waking up at that point. She wasn't up at the crack of dawn, but she wasn't the type to waste the whole day sleeping either. It was just as she opened her bedroom window and scared away the strangely persistent chirping birds that seemed attracted to her window sill that she heard Azula's voice and knocking. Weiss is still in her pajamas, which prompts her to approach the door and only open it about two inches. ]

Azula?

[ Weiss holds up a finger. ] Can you give me a couple of minutes? You can come in to wait, but I only just woke up.

[ At least she wasn't going to make her wait outside. Weiss steps away from the door, pulling it open a little more to invite Azula in, then turning to head back to her room so she can get dressed properly. ]

Edited 2014-09-22 18:04 (UTC)

[Weiss' world must have strange customs. She looked like she was still in her night dress. It was 7 am already, surely she would have been awake for several hours by now. Still, she gave Weiss a decent smile which hid all her musings.]

Yes please. [She enters readily and finds a seat in the dining area. She also rests the basket. After all, it was unheard of to keep royalty waiting. But, she had to remind herself that this wasn't their country.]

Is something the matter? Are you sick? Did someone beat you up and kept you in bed all this time? Are you normally sickly?

[ Weiss is used to getting dressed fairly quickly, simply because of the fact that she knows that they might need to be ready to fight at any moment. Still, she makes sure that everything about her appearance is as picture perfect as usual, not making any more of an effort to rush than she has to, despite that Azula is waiting. When she came back out, she was putting the little silver crown in her hair as a finishing touch while she answered Azula's question. ]

I'm not a firebender; I don't rise with the sun, Azula. [ Zuko already explained that part about the sun waking them up bright and early every morning, so the statement didn't surprise her so much as what she perceived as a lack of awareness about how non-firebenders functioned. ] I usually get up around this time when I have the choice. It has nothing to do with my health.

[Azula's brow simply furrowed as she thought about it.] Wouldn't you rather wake up a little earlier? It's more efficient. You have more time to the things you need to do for the day, so you can spend the rest of the evening relaxing with a cup of tea.

[Then she shrugs and smiles once more.] No matter. I'm here to invite you out for a picnic. Are you ready?

I stay up later to study, and I'm used to getting up at the same time as my team. I usually only drink tea when Zuko makes it, anyway; I'm more of a coffee person.

[ Wait, a picnic? Weiss glanced at the clock. She supposed a breakfast picnic wouldn't be too bad. They needed to talk anyway, it was fine. Weiss went back to fetch Myrtenaster (just in case- not for Azula, but lord knows that all kinds of things happen around this place) and secured it at her hip. ]

I'm ready.

[ azula's right; zuko doesn't like this at all. so much that he's pulled his blue spirit gear out and is looming in the shadows nearby, watching and waiting, curious as to what his sister is up to with this. she didn't seem happy to learn that he was dating weiss when he ought to be waiting for mai. playing nice wasn't in azula's repertoire without some other motive behind it. ]

[It must be bothersome to carry such a huge weapon. Azula was better with stealthier types of weapons, but not everyone can be as good as her, she supposed.

She stepped out the door with the basket before she addressed Weiss' statement.]

So, you're willing to drink tea just because Zuzu makes you some? Does he even know you like coffee instead?

[Was that rustle nearby Zuko? It was too stealthy for him though. Plus, there was no way she could know it was him because her back was turned from the place where the sound had originated. She was used to having people dare to assassinate or kidnap members of the royal family so she had developed keen sense of observation over the years.

If it was Zuko, she knows he had a tendency to overreact to things, specially involving Weiss. So for now, she carried on her conversation with Weiss. She raised her hand gently and rested it over Weiss, whilst her other hand crept towards the knife behind her belt. She didn't know who was watching them, but either way, things were about to get interesting.]

It tastes good when Zuko makes it, for one thing. And he does know and promised to try some if I make it for him.

[ The weapon didn't bother Weiss at all. If it had, she would've made a different type. They all forged their own weapons in her world for the most part-- every single one was unique because of that and it was impossible to know everything that another person's weapon was capable of.

Weiss followed Azula out the door, locking up after her. ]

Where are we going?

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[ it was zuko, but he couldn't exactly let azula know that. when she put her hand on the blade, his good eye went wide behind the mask, but while instinct told him to move and panic swelled up within him, he held his position and kept himself at bay. he couldn't rise to weiss's defense. not yet. not when his girlfriend knew how to defend herself and doing so would've helped to swing azula's suspicions in his direction. ]

[4th Breath | Accidental Video] Stairway to torture

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