Cabriola's Daily Nonsense

Beygwsemrfnsfkjbnsfns

2009-02-05T16:06:09Z

Can anyone tell me why I'm so damn lazy? D8

New Pet! 8D

2009-01-23T16:41:37Z

adopt your own virtual pet!

CHAPTER FIVE 8D

2009-01-11T02:40:38Z

Royalty: Chapter 5

Took long enough, but I did get it done. >=D

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-12-16T20:26:00

2008-12-16T20:27:33Z

Who wants to kill my art teacher for me? 8D

Chapter Foooour!

2008-11-27T22:36:33Z

Royalty: Chapter 4

Ursa didn’t have long to gather her thoughts together… she looked ahead as she heard footsteps echo through the hallway. She saw the elite guards from earlier on running towards her. Doing all she could manage to conceal her shock, she broke away from the doorway and walked towards them, stopping as they did.

“We heard the Fire Lord coughing! It didn’t sound good… What happened?” the first guard asked, sounding mildly suspicious. He then frowned, narrowing his eyes while studying her. “Why are you shaking?”

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-11-01T15:53:00

2008-11-01T16:18:04Z

HUR-RAH, Avatar: Legends of The Arena finally works! The extra time I had to wait to download it was worth it.

I'm not sure if the next Royalty chapter will be up tomorrow. I'm feeling lazy today and I have two pieces of homework to finish before we go out tomorrow.

Also; from now on, I'll be submitting chapters through Fanfiction.Net links. The formatting on LiveJournal is a little annoying. Sorry. I'll still include little preview sections of the chapter text to make up for it, though.

PS. I'm going to get fat on Halloween candy, I know it... lol

Royalty: Chapter 2

2008-10-26T17:55:14Z

OMG, yes, I hit a weekly deadline for once! So proud!! Okay, so this chapter is just over half as short as the first, but any more writing than this would've seemed unnecessary...

Chapter 2: Azulon’s Dying Wish.

Ursa had to make haste as she swept in secrecy into the servant’s quarters. She glanced around at the attire hanging from the walls… it was disgusting! She had never seen the servant’s clothes look just so disgusting! She sighed, swiped a set of clothes about her size and ran into the surprisingly spacious nearby closet. If this all managed to end well, she would order that the servants be permitted to use the laundry room. Immediately.

“Rumour has it that there’s some commotion between the Fire Lord and Prince Ozai…”

Ursa stifled a gasp. She had just finished changing when she heard voices outside, very close by. Pressing her ear against the door, she caught some of their whispered conversation. Zuko’s name was mentioned, as was her own… Her eyes widened in fear as she heard the voices disappear out into the hallway. News was spreading too quickly, which meant that she would have to act evermore hastily… She hid her royal clothing in a shelf between a wall and some cobweb-covered boxes. When she was sure there was nobody in eye’s view of the closet, she slipped out of both doorways and headed for the kitchens.

Upon arrival, she stood still at the entrance. Unsure of how she would request the Fire Lord's bedtime goblet, she would have to think for a moment before entering… Opening the door seconds later, she stood at the entrance and shut the door behind her. With her hair still down, Ursa was able to cover a fair portion of her face and she had hoped that it would be enough it disguise her identity until the task had been completed.

She had to say, she wasn’t used to not being looked at upon her occasional entrance here… However, she pushed the feeling of unfamiliarity to the back of her mind and walked forwards. “The Fire Lord’s late night beverages, please?” she requested in a higher-pitched voice than her own.

A large female kitchen worker turned towards her, wearing a fixated expression of impatience Ursa made the mistake of frowning at. Receiving a frightening glare, the woman grabbed up a tray and stormed towards her. “You’re late, wench!” she said in a deep, gruff voice; shoving a tray into Ursa’s front, very nearly pushing her over.

Grabbing it quickly before the contents of the goblet spilt, Ursa glared indignantly at the worker as she walked away. The time Azulon usually decided to rest was 10 minutes away!! Biting back a furious retort, she rushed out of the kitchens and towards the bedchambers.

Ursa turned the corner she knew all too well and advanced through the hallway to the Royal Family's bedchambers. Suddenly, one of the elite guards that had rushed inside Ozai’s bedchamber earlier on put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “… Do I know you?”

Ursa, her hair masking some of her features, did not turn to look at the guard. She replied to his question with the same higher, unremarkable-sounding tone of voice. “No.”

The guard looked towards his partner, who merely shrugged and stated, “Probably just one of the Fire Lord’s waitresses…”

The guard, nonetheless, frowned at Ursa. “I swear I’ve seen you before...”

“I work in the storage crypts of the palace… I’ve been told to take this to the Fire Lord. They sometimes send me on small errands… … you may have seen me then…” Ursa replied.

The guard’s partner merely shrugged when the guard passed a glance to him. The guard removed his hand from her shoulder. “Good to hear, the palace is real busy at the moment and we need somebody to take care of the smaller errands around here. Be back here when you’re done and we’ll think of something.”

“Yes… of course.” Ursa bowed her head one too many times at them before walking away and up the corridor.

“… Odd, that one…” the guard said; turning to his partner who, yet again, merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Must be from the colonies…” his partner replied, turning back where he was originally facing.

“Probably…” the guard muttered in reply, also turning back to the way he was originally facing.

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Ursa had placed a scroll on the left side of the tray, and she had placed the beverage on the right side of the tray… Feeling sick, she continued to ascend forwards. Eventually making it nearby the Fire Lord’s quarters, she looked ahead with uncertainty… She brushed it off. Fire Lord, step-father, whatever the position, he has ordered her son’s death… His decision had to be diverted, no matter what…

Ursa approached the door to the Fire Lord’s quarters… Unpleasant images concerning the outcome of this visit reeling through her mind uncontrollably… “Oh, what is going on?!” Ursa had to think to herself, holding a hand to her forehead. She had gone much too far while confronting Ozai, to the point where she had triggered her white fire and almost burnt him alive with it… Ursa was sure that after giving firebending up, the danger of that happening would not return… however, it seemed like she was wrong.

Forcing her mind back to her mission; Ursa stepped close to the double doors of Fire Lord Azulon’s bedchamber… A young girl’s noxious screaming suddenly echoed in her mind; somehow making Ursa tense with hesitance as she placed a hand against one of the doors. She suddenly felt sick with fear… Not because of at the task at hand, necessarily, but for her father-in-law’s life… It seemed futile, if not reasonably possible, to expect to leave the room still lily-white once she had entered.

“I’m not a murderer…” she chanted in her mind, forcing the pained screaming still ringing around her skull to the back of her thoughts as she knocked on the door.

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“What?” snapped a familiar voice from behind the doors, Ursa took a deep breath as she opened the door.

“My apologies, my lord, I am here to serve you your late night beverage…” Ursa said, again using her fake voice.

Azulon did not look up from his bed. “Bring it in…” he ordered gruffly.

Ursa walked inside, closing the door behind her and placed the tray on Azulon’s bedside table. “Also, my Lord… The High Councillor passed by and, not wishing to disturb you, told me to be sure that this contract reaches you…” Ursa took the scroll from the left hand side of the tray and handed it to Azulon.

Not even looking at Ursa as he unrolled the parchment, he skimmed through the words inked onto the dull sheet. “My brush and ink?” Azulon continued; taking a slight glance at what he thought was a mere servant. Frowning slightly, he held his hand out for the ink pot and the writing brush located on a writing table beside the wall. Once Ursa handed them to him, he scrawled his signature quickly underneath the end of the final symbol.

Ursa took the ink, brush and re-rolled contract from him. “Thank you.” Then, when Azulon had turned to order her away, she put the tray onto Azulon’s writing desk and spoke using her normal tone of voice. “I must speak with you, Fire Lord Azulon.” Ursa brought her hair away from her face and tied it to its usual style.

“Ursa!?” Azulon gave a start, horrified. “What is the meaning of this? Why are you dressed in such filth!?”

“I had to disguise myself to avoid my husband…” Ursa bowed her head. “He is being unreasonable…”

Azulon sneered. “The wretched boy abuses what little order he has in this palace…”

“I’ve noticed…” Ursa said bleakly in reply.

“You requested to speak with me?” Azulon queried, sitting up and interlacing his fingers.

Ursa looked at him, temporarily unsure of what to say. When she opened her mouth to speak, Azulon interjected with a simple request of his own. “Sit down.”

Ursa, looking momentarily confused, drew up the nearest chair and sat down as requested. “I’m sure you are aware of Ozai’s obsession to serve his nation…”

“He wants the throne for himself…” Azulon muttered in disdain. Ursa’s eyes widened for a moment. “His nettlesome, constant, selfish pining… his use of my granddaughter… it is all a façade behind an upcoming, treasonous act for Prince Ozai’s own indulgence… I do not suppose you were aware of this?” Azulon’s eyes were now on Ursa’s vague expression.

“You’re only half-correct, Azulon…” Ursa had to think to herself. She chose her words carefully. “I was made aware tonight, when I found out about our son’s sentence to death.”

“Then you understand?” Azulon asked in a low voice.

“No…” Ursa kept a straight voice. “Truthfully, my lord, I do not… Please do not mistake my concern for defiance; it is merely a mother’s plea.” Ursa’s hands shook as she clasped them together. “Zuko does not deserve to die!”

“I’m sorry…” Azulon looked away.

“My lord, there has to be another way of dealing with Ozai!” Ursa spoke desperately, about ready to spring out of her seat.

“There is not.” Azulon said, impatience emerging in his voice.

Ursa paused, and then dropped onto the floor from her chair. “Ozai only wishes to please you and his nation-”

“But he is not!” Azulon snapped, making Ursa stand and draw back slightly. “If my son wishes to please me, he will stay out of the way and stop wasting my time!”

“Tell him so.” Ursa replied from where she stood.

“I have told my son one too many times… He does not listen to anyone. I must teach him a lesson in respect, and this is the only way to put him in his place…” Azulon muttered bitterly.

“No… No…” Ursa shook her head as she spoke.

“There is nothing you can do about it, Princess Ursa… … Leave me…” Azulon laid back down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Ursa bowed her head. Why would nothing work out in her favour? Looking up again, she decided to try Azulon’s patience once more. “Zuko is not to blame for my husband’s insolence…”

Azulon sighed, a small lick of fire emerged from his mouth and dissolved in the air, “Sacrifices must be made…” he sat up once more. “I know you are a kind soul, Ursa… Much like my son, Iroh and your father, Kuzon was… But my decision is final. Leave me.” Azulon laid down once again, closing his eyes.

Ursa sadly acknowledged the state of the situation. If Azulon did not die tonight, Zuko would… Zuko had to come first…

Ursa turned around, took Zuko’s dagger out from her left sleeve and turned, throwing herself onto the old man. Her emotions ran frantic through adrenaline as she fought to hold Azulon down; she had to keep her firebending under control. If Azulon were marked, it would arouse suspicion against Ozai and Zuko may suffer for it before she could reach him… With her whole weight now on his ribcage and arms, she unsheathed the knife, held her hand against his thyroid and rested the dagger against the centre of his neck.

“Firebend, and don’t think I’ll hesitate to make your death more painful!” Ursa muttered clearly and viciously.

Azulon, in a state of shock, was rendered unable to speak. He’d wondered just what had hit him. This was not the innocent little girl he’d known and ordered raised from the age of 9.

Holding the knife closer, Ursa let go of his thyroid and reached inside her right sleeve. She took a small vial of poison out from it… The poison was a ‘silent killer’ given to her by Ozai… Wherever in the world her husband had managed to obtain such a shady substance was beyond her and, in all honesty, she had not wanted to think about what kind of dark objects Ozai might be secretly stocking somewhere in the palace. Flicking the lid away, careful to watch where it landed, she brought the vial to Azulon’s lips. “Open your mouth.” Ursa muttered, again using a vicious, clear voice.

Azulon’s eyes remained wide with fear and surprise, lips firmly pursed. Ursa growled and swiftly drew the knife away from Azulon’s windpipes and against his jugular vein. “Open… your mouth!”

Azulon did as instructed. “Ursa-!!” Azulon, voice rasp and suffused with fear, did not have time to finish his sentence as Ursa poured the liquid poison from the vial against his lower lip and into his throat.

Azulon began to choke. Ursa sheathed the knife, leapt from him and Azulon sat up, holding on to his throat wheezing and coughing. Ursa, picking up the small lid of the vial, put them both back into her sleeve and ran to the double doors, burying her face in them as Azulon continued to die…

“Treason…” Azulon spluttered from the floor, a clawed-hand outstretched towards Ursa, voice lowering. “I did not expect it of you…”

Ursa’s eyes shut in anguish. She untied her hair and replied in a small voice. “Neither did I…” She walked over to the dying lord’s writing desk and took the scroll from the tray resting upon it. Unrolling the contract, she held it up against the air and, inflaming a section of the parchment with her fingertips, using her fingernails as a guide; she carefully set the whole section alight with fire. Azulon’s dying spluttering had ceased, and he now looked up at Ursa with narrowed eyes, he had mere minutes left before death would take him away…

Ursa absorbed the fire back into her fingertips; the previous symbols written on the parchment had disappeared and replaced themselves with new ones. “Your dying wish, Azulon…” she stated. “You will be succeeded by your second son… I’m sorry it had to come to this…”

She looked towards the door, not sure if she was being overheard or not. Deciding her lord husband would probably not want to listen to the sounds of his father being assassinated any less than she would, she continued, “But not if I can leave this palace, with my children, before I am forced to see him once again…”

Azulon laughed silently. “You dirty… little… traitor… You will never make it out of here alive, let alone with your children!”

“Really?” Ursa asked in an amused voice, masking all mixtures of emotions she desperately wanted to let go of.

“Wherever I am going…” Azulon’s eyes dropped closed as he muttered his final words. “You will be there very shortly, dear daughter-in-law…” He then fell silent.

Ursa approached Azulon after a few moments. Kneeling down, she reached a hand out slowly towards him. Azulon suddenly grabbed her wrist, making her shriek in fright as he dropped dead. The damage to Azulon was internal. No blood had been expelled through all his coughing, nothing suspicious had appeared on his skin and no signs of a struggle were evident… He appeared as serene as though he had merely died in his sleep…

Prying the dead Fire Lord’s fingers from her wrist, she hauled Azulon onto his bed and, shifting him to a sleeping position, neatly threw his bed sheet over him. Looking at the Fire Lord’s still face, she grimaced as a single tear fell from each of her eyes. “I’m so sorry…” She walked to the writing table once again and, picking the goblet up, considered whether drinking some of the beverage or not would draw less suspicion… Deciding against it, she replaced the goblet and walked towards the double doors.
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Ursa shut the doors behind her, holding back a cry of shock at what she had just done… Scarcely believing what she had just done…

Royalty: Chapter 1, Part 1

2008-10-19T16:47:17Z

Ah, finally!! I was able to get on with the first chapter today… Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Words of Treason

“You dare suggest I betray Iroh? My first born?”

Princess Ursa, ear against the door to the Throne Room, could hear the sound of the blazing fire surrounding the Fire Lord grow louder in his fury and she quivered. Her children had not exited the Throne Room and, knowing better than to waltz right back inside to reclaim them, stayed as close to them as she could by the entrance. She knew it unruly; hell, crazy for a grown woman such as herself to eavesdrop on a Fire Lord’s assembly without an exceptional excuse at hand… but her title would not silence her curiosity. Besides; as it were, her family were beginning to concern her more than usual as of late…

Fire Lord Azulon’s cruelty seemed to increase in his old age. His power as a firebender and ferocity as a leader had not withered in the slightest and, at the ripe old age of 95, he still stabilised his nation’s pride through what Ursa could only perceive as terror and violence… Her husband and beloved was becoming much more secluded and distant from his elder son, Zuko; and, indeed, withdrawn from her, his wife… She had wondered, with hurt feelings, if Ozai was perhaps tiring of her and, heart close to breaking, if he was perhaps dissatisfied with his only son… These feelings seemed bitterly possible, but the truth was wholly conspicuous… Rapt in his small daughter’s marvellous natural talents, potentially capable of surpassing both her parents’, Ozai spent a fair portion of his and Azula’s time poisoning her mind with the traits of brutality and perfectionism that Ursa did not like to see. Every time she had managed to approach her husband on the matter, her opinion was callously brushed off with false promises and “urgent meetings”. It vexed her to no end… She constantly worried for Zuko, a sweet child with a tender heart. Though she felt her son needed some backbone, she refused to damage his development in any way, already feeling as though she had lost her younger daughter to this same mistake… Ah, and she could also never forget Iroh, Ozai’s elder brother. A true friend and gentleman…

“Directly after the demise of his only beloved son?” Azulon continued, voice scathing in anger.

Ursa looked at the floor in sorrow. Lu Ten… Her only nephew, almost like a son to her, had departed agonisingly early from the world mere weeks ago during the now-discarded 600-Day Siege of Ba Sing Se. Though this terrible loss still stung for her, she could not imagine how her brother-in-law could survive… The loss of a child was a pain Ursa would sooner self-sacrifice herself for than allow to happen. Biting her lip, she soon continued to listen.

“-suffered enough. But you, your punishment has scarcely begun!” Azulon raged on.

Ursa frowned, barely catching the sound of the rising flames. Prince Zuko suddenly ran out of the doorway, his forefathers too engrossed the emotional intensity of their scene to notice, very nearly whacking his mother in the face with the force of the doors as he burst through them. Not noticing Ursa, he ran at top speed around the corner and out of sight.

“Zuko!?” Ursa cried in a voice audibly above a whisper. She gathered up her skirts and began to run for the corner when she heard more quiet, muffled voices coming from the inside the Throne Room. She hurried back and carefully leant against the door again.

“The choice is yours, Prince Ozai… Your son; or your honour…” she heard Azulon say.

There was a short pause before Ozai replied, “My choice is a finality; father. I will prove my worth to you.” Ursa frowned and leaned ever-closer to the doors.

The Fire Lord grunted. “Dismissed. Proof of the deed will be required by dawn the next day.”

The princess momentarily stopped breathing… A dreadful thought arose in her mind, a thought she was struggling to beat down… But could it be true? Could Azulon be so indifferent, could Ozai be just so cruel? She heard drawing footsteps… her husband was mere feet away from the door! Spinning around, she rushed as quietly as was possible out of sight of the entrance behind a nearby pillar.

Ozai opened the doors to the throne room carefully, taking a deep breath. Ursa’s eye caught Azula scampering through the doors and behind the opposite pillar as quiet as a hermit crab as Ozai released his breath. He shut the doors quietly behind him and walked away around the corner. Ursa waited quietly; seconds after Ozai had disappeared, Azula skipped out from behind the pillar and disappeared around the corner too.

Ursa waited for a while, temporarily lost in thought, before walking away from the Throne Room to search for Azula. Finding her daughter in Zuko’s room, she had questioned the girl, dragged her out and was now headed towards her daughter’s bedchamber.

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Ursa shut the door behind her and turned to face Azula, seeing her sitting on her bed wearing a fearful expression. Ursa sighed, wishing she would stop the act, and sat next to her. She turned her daughter to face her, “You and Zuko should not have disobeyed Fire Lord Azulon’s orders, you should have left as you were instructed to do so.” she said sternly.

Azula’s eyebrows raised. “Wow! How did you know, mother?” Ursa’s unimpressed expression at her daughter’s words made Azula shift a little on the spot. Ursa forced a smile.

“Never you mind, Azula… Now, you heard what your grandfather said to your father?” Azula nodded; so Ursa continued, still smiling. “Won’t you tell your mother exactly what that was?”

“I didn’t hear a lot of it… Honestly, mother… Zuzu dragged me through the curtain to listen; I thought it dishonourable so I kept to the wall…” Azula said innocently.

Ursa bit her lip, impatience similar to the type she felt for Ozai swelled up inside of her. She had to remind herself that Azula had not even aged 10 years. Moral and conscience, however twisted Ozai must have made it by now, were still very much budding infancy. Masking a sharp feeling at the back of her throat that would surely build upon a venomous voice tone, she glared right down into her daughter’s gaze. “Azula, you heard everything… Somebody’s life is at risk, and you will tell me the full truth about what you heard, or else.”

Azula’s expression changed to shock. She swallowed, looking away from her mother, and pursed her lips. She then muttered: “Grandfather ordered father to kill Zuko…”

Ursa allowed the gasp locked in her throat to escape upon Azula’s words. “No!!”

Azula gave the wall a venomous look. “What? It’s the truth, mother! That is what you wanted, right-?”

Azula didn’t have time to say anything more. By the time she had turned to look at her mother, Ursa had bolted out of the door and sprinted down the hallway to Ozai’s bedroom.

Azula growled. “Again, she threatens me… Again, she rushes to Zuko’s rescue…” She jumped down from her bed and walked to a corner of her quarters, where the blackened, crisped remains of the ugly doll her kooky uncle had sent her from the Earth Kingdom lay on the floor. The week before on the day she had received, and burnt, the doll; her mother had, yet again, belittled her; and this time on such a small matter as ‘ungratefulness’! The nerve!! So Azula had taken herself to her room and thrown the doll at the wall in a fit of rage.

Azula picked the damaged doll up again on this present day, studying the burnt features. “Helpless, useless… unfeeling…” Crushing the burnt head with her bare hand, she muttered… “You will suffer…”

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Ursa was not sure whether to believe her daughter or not. Azula had rather an issue with giving a person the full story, and at times the complete opposite of the truth… But, surely, she had to be telling the truth about something like this…

When she reached the door to Ozai’s quarters, she burst in, seeing no fit reason to knock. “… Don’t do this, Ozai!” she said sternly.

Ozai was standing in the middle of his chamber with his back to the doorway, his hands cupped and forming a bright orange fire. He lowered his head, extinguishing the small flame. “I have no choice…”

“No… You do have a choice, Ozai.” Ursa closed the door and approached her husband, albeit uncertainly. “And you are making a grave mistake-”

“No.” Ozai interrupted; his voice soft. He still would not turn to face his wife. “I am bringing this nation a step closer to ending this war… Once and for all.”

“By killing your own child!?” Ursa’s voice and appearance were desperate now, she could feel herself shaking involuntarily at the amount of emotions now raging throughout her mind.

“It is better this way…” Ozai muttered, voice still soft yet huskier than before.

“No, Ozai!! You are not answering my question! What-why!?” Ozai could hear Ursa approaching, ready to turn and look him in the face…

“For us, my darling… For our nation, for our daughter-” Ozai turned his head slightly, profile barely visible…

“What… about… Zuko!?” Ursa yelled slowly, now just inches away from Ozai.

“… The Fire Lord wishes for me to end my son’s life, in order to prove my worth to him…” Ozai turned his head back around to where it was when Ursa had entered the room.

“And you believe that will bring you any closer to claiming the throne for yourself?!” Ursa screamed at the back of his head.

This had made Ozai spin right around. Not only had Ursa not spoke to him like that since their teenage years; the accusation she had just made had made Ozai realise, fear, that Ursa perhaps knew more than he had allowed. “You care for the boy too much…” he stated coldly, looking directly at his wife.

“As should you…” Ursa replied coldly, looking back into Ozai’s eyes with disappointment.

Ozai paused for a moment and, pursing his lips in a similar way to which Azula did, averted his gaze towards a magnificent painting of Zuko in his infancy that hung beside the door. “Zuko will die tonight…” he then looked towards the pearl dagger he had encountered his son playing with earlier on. Ozai had taken the dagger from the place Zuko had left it after the assembly and placed it on his bedside table, it was an option of his son’s execution that he had considered at the time…

“… You are in no position to do anything about it.” Ozai brought his gaze back to Ursa. “Say your last goodbye to the boy, and then return to your quarters and stay there. I order you. Get in the way, and charges will only be made against you. I don’t want that to happen…”

Ursa looked directly at Ozai with a bitter expression of hate that he was not used to seeing neither, at least in his opinion, one he deserved. Ozai glared back at Ursa, folding his arms. “Now.”

Suddenly, Ursa pushed past him and swiped Zuko’s dagger from Ozai’s bedside table. She unsheathed the weapon, which made Ozai stand firmly still. “What are you doing?” he asked sternly, frowning at his wife.

Ursa was only half paying attention. She peered at the inscriptions on the exquisite dagger that Zuko had read out upon a first glance of the knife…

“Never give up without a fight…”

Ursa looked back up at Ozai, now walking towards her. Biting her lip, she held the knife up against her jugular, as quickly and as calmly as though this were a rehearsed scene of a play.

“You clearly do not care for my volition enough to consider sparing our son’s life, my husband? So be it…” Gripping the knife firmly as Ozai merely remained where he stood, expression vacant, she continued. “… Say you’re going to kill Zuko, dare tell me that once again.” She held the knife closer against her skin, expression undaunted. “You know fully well what I’ll do.”

Her husband, much to her surprise, merely smirked. “But you wouldn’t, would you?” Ozai began pacing in a small circle around Ursa like a vulture would a corpse. “Not with a son at risk and a daughter to raise…”

Pupils dilute, Ursa brought the dagger away from her neck slightly. “How could you be so sure I wouldn’t; lord husband!?” She fell into Ozai and awkwardly backed away as he drew closer. “You think I’m moonstruck, I could end my own life at any minute for all you believe!” Ursa hit the wall; Ozai reached her before she had a chance to move. He took a hold of the wrist of the hand with Zuko’s knife enclosed. Feeling her grip loosen, Ozai flicked it to the side. The knife struck the wall, inches away from a portrait of Zuko in his infancy.

“Impend all you wish, we both know that your nobility is too strong for such nonsense as kamikaze…” Ozai said amusedly. With no invitation or notification at all; Ozai pressed his body against Ursa’s, pinning her to the wall, she gasped. “As is your beauty, my wife…” Ozai then began to kiss her neck.

Ursa shook from both anger and… a newfound repulsion for this man. The prince, the husband she loved so very much… until this night. Her hands clenched into fists and, forcing her anger to stay shallow, calmly stated, “Lord Husband… Not only is this the wrong time, it is also no longer your right…” Those words won Ursa her wish. Ozai drew back, as though physically hurt. Ursa sensed Ozai’s anger and braced herself.

“You…” Ozai was trembling with anger and hurt, Ursa felt the smallest tinge of sympathy for her husband that she quickly eradicated before the next words spilled from his mouth with a scowl. “Dare deny your duty, my wife!?”

Ursa narrowed her eyes and continued to speak calmly, something of a practised art that she was thankful for. “If you deny your duty as a father, it is my full right to deny my duty as your wife.”

Ozai’s next words were full of venom. “That is pure nonsense! The crown atop your head is material proof of our binding marriage. You belong to me, not the boy!! Learn your place or suffer the consequences!”

Ursa kept her glare. Seconds later, her hands moved to the headpiece surrounding the tie keeping her topknot in place. Ozai’s expression changed from pure anger to shock twice as quickly as it had changed beforehand from shock to anger. Ursa removed the pin from the headpiece carefully, bringing it down to her waistline and reinserting the pin, she held it up. “This item is of material value, you say… For the past 3 years, that is all our marriage has been to you, Ozai!”

(Cont in previous journal for post length...)

Royalty: Chapter 1, Part 2

2008-10-19T16:23:10Z

(Cont from next journal for post length...)

Ursa, that is not true!” Ozai’s eyes glanced to the crown. “These past few years, I have been obsessed… I have learnt my lesson now.”

“So you’ll spare Zuko’s life?” Ursa tried not to sound too hopeful while speaking those words.

Ozai bowed his head, sighing. “I cannot…”

“Then you have not learnt your lesson!” Ursa glared up into Ozai’s bowed gaze. “Ensure that my son is not harmed, or I swear to Roku I will plague this entire palace-!!” before Ursa could finish, Ozai had struck her across the face. Though not hard, this has caught her off balance. He had not dared to smack her, at least not for around a year…

“You are a princess; do not speak of treason within the vicinity of several highly-trained guards if you truly know what’s good for you!” Ozai hissed. As Ursa gripped to her cheek, he glared at her while she glanced back with uncertainty. “Forget about Zuko. Even if I were to defy my father’s words, he is as good as dead! I am willing to make our son’s end a quick and painless one; that is as much as I can do for the boy. Place that crown back upon your head, now. I will never let you leave, Ursa! I care too much for you; you have a position to uphold as a mother… Our daughter needs you! Have you simply stopped caring?”

Those words stung Ursa. She still cared very much for Azula, however concerned she was for her daughter’s future. Ursa stood completely still for a second, then sighed. “You are right, my lord…” She reached for her hair, crown in hand. Ozai smiled and she smiled back at him…

In the flick of a wrist, threw the cloth tying her hair into a topknot onto the floor, along with the precious golden crown signifying their marriage. Hair fell in front of her face as she folded her arms. Looking up at the shocked expression she had gained from her husband for her callous act of rebellion, and down at the crown she only allowed one word to escape with a shrug of her shoulders. “Oops…”

Ursa had expected yet another slap around the face, which she would take with dignity, and was surprised to find that Ozai had calmed down significantly. “Please, my darling… Do not do this to me. We can make another boy.”

Ursa’s mouth fell open. The nerve of him! What had happened to her husband!? “No child we produce could possibly replace Zuko!”

Ozai smiled softly, as though amused by her words, and shook his head. “We are perfectly capable of producing a better heir and a better firebender, an altogether better child. We are still young, still talented… Please, just consider the possibilities-“

“There will be no more heirs after this, Ozai! I will not allow any child of mine to become a tool for your gratification!!” those words came out in a shrill burst of anger. Ozai had stepped back slightly, expression dormant.

“You misunderstand me, my lady wife… In no way is my aspiration intended for my gratification!”

“So then do what is right! Spare our baby boy!!” Ursa yelled directly at his face, voice desperate.

Ozai’s teeth gritted with impatience. “Do you not know who I am? Do you not know of the duty I have been given, the honour I must uphold!?”

Ursa had quite lost control at this point; avoiding all eye contact with Ozai she walked towards the knife stuck in the wall, “I see right through you!” yanked it out, then turned back to face Ozai, wearing an enraged expression that looked quite unfitting on her delicate features. She stormed towards him. “You are a heartless screw-up who believes that those you consider as weak should suffer for your own tactless mistakes!!”

Ozai yelled out in rage at her words, grabbed the wrist she now held the knife in and yanked her close to him. “You will bear me a new male heir to the throne, Ursa! You will bear me a child, dead or alive!!”

Ursa, in a state of panic, had written her own suicide note and kicked her lord husband in the privates. Ozai gave an unearthly roar and fell to the floor, eyes scrunched in pain. Though surprised with her action and terrified of the consequences, Ursa kept her resolute disposition. “Children are biologically out of the question if I die, you idiot!!”

Ozai’s single reply was a whiny groan, to which Ursa shook her head. The sight was just pitiful… Leaving her husband struggling to regain his pride, Ursa spun around. “Goodbye, my Lord Husband… By moonrise; my son, daughter and I will be gone from this place… Best of luck with the war, my lost love…”

Ursa had taken a single step when Ozai reached under Ursa’s dress and grabbed her ankle; screaming, she fell hard on the floor. Skin bruised and lip bleeding slightly at the side, Ursa struggled to get away as Ozai slowly sat up. “Do you believe so?” He knelt still, shaking with anger. “You... foul-mannered… dishonourable little whelp!!”

Ozai grabbed Ursa by the top of her dress, pulled her to her knees and pressed his face into hers, her blood brushing against his cheek as he spoke. “You will be confined to the palace dungeons for the rest of your days! When I have tired of you, I will leave it to the Fire Sages to decide your fate!!” throwing Ursa back onto the ground, grunting as the pain of her bruises was added to, Ozai let out an almighty bellow. “GUARDS!!!”

Ursa abruptly swung herself up upon this note. She snarled viciously and clawed Ozai across the face. As he fell sideways to the floor, yelping like a wounded tiger, his wife held her hands up and set them alight with white, scalding fire. “Ursa, no!!”

Breathing heavily through pure rage with a scowl to show, Ursa thankfully seemed to regain herself upon acknowledging her husband words, her hands reabsorbed their fire and her expression softened. Ursa took her glare away from Ozai and looked up to the ceiling, running her hands through her hair she muttered words such as “Control… I have to keep calm…”, and upon the sudden realisation of all that had just occurred, looked down at Ozai once again. Her husband was now sitting on the floor in a defeated slump, the scratch-marks his wife had left on his face now stood out as four red lines. Ursa knelt to the floor, something of an idea forming in her mind… “I have a proposal, Ozai…” she spoke aloud. Ozai then looked at her, confusion evident in his expression.

Guards then rushed inside as Ozai opened his mouth to speak. “Sire, you called for us?”

Ursa looked at her husband with pleading eyes. It was Ozai’s word against hers. She was at a total loss of control… If Ozai were to disregard her words, Zuko would definitely die…

“Are you both alright… sire?” the guard was anxious for an answer, staring directly at the prince’s profile, the left cheek where the scratch marks lay hidden from view where only Ursa could see them.

Ozai took a deep breath, “It matters no longer,” and turned away. “Leave us.”

Ursa felt her chest relax with relief, the guards turned away after making way for a moment of confusion and left Ozai and Ursa in each other’s privacy.

“Your proposal, my dear wife?” Ozai turned to Ursa when he was sure the guards were out of earshot, giving her a look of suspicion and distrust.

Ursa ignored this expression as, gathering her composure once more, she stood to the ground. “Spare my little boy’s life; and you can have what you’ve always dreamed of since childhood…”

Ozai’s eyes lit up, the same way they usually did in their youth when he was about to receive something he wanted. This unnerved Ursa; however she dared not show it. Thereafter, Ozai’s expression quickly shifted to one of amusement and, standing himself up so Ursa had to look up at his face, said, “Please… Do carry on.”

“You have to think of a plausible plan, he’s aware of your hesitance!” Ursa thought to herself with a panic she forced down into her stomach. Knowing Ozai all too well, she decided to trust her instincts. “I do not know how… how I will phrase this, Ozai-”

“Time is not on our side, Ursa… Construct your proposal now, or I will call the guards back.” Ozai smirked.

Ursa could not believe her ears! Was Ozai… goading her!? She held back a furious expression. A calm, smirking face that caught Ozai off guard for a moment emerged over her face. “Your father is in the way…” she tenderly ran her fingers across the area she had scratched her husband in the face. “Just another obstacle between you and your true right…”

“What am I thinking!?” Ursa had to ask her mind as she took her husband’s soft, manicured left hand in both of her own, clearly arousing the man. “What is preventing you from… knocking it down, my dearest?”

“… My kindred love and admiration for him… Oh, I want to prove my worth to my father so badly, my darling…” Ozai took his hand away from hers and wrapped his arms around Ursa’s shoulders, his own sunlit eyes boring into hers. “Please… Help me.”

“I will… I promise…” Ursa wrapped her arms around his waist, deciding to side with Ozai’s good temperament. Despite what he had said and done to her, Zuko had to come first… “But you must promise not to lay a finger on Zuko…”

Ozai paused for a moment, and then nodded in suspiciously lax agreement before he spoke, “… Your proposal?”

Ursa sighed, waiting a moment to form a plausible statement in her mind. She then, reluctance evident in her tone, said, “I will convince Azulon to pass Iroh’s birthright to you.” She broke away from their embrace. “You do not have to do anything.”

Ozai, sensing this reluctance, thankfully misinterpreted her feelings slightly. “… Are you saying you would… take out my father?”

Ursa was taken-aback by this. “No, no! I merely hoped to convince the man through fairer, non-fatal means!”

“I’m not so sure about that…” Ozai said in a soothing voice. Ursa masked an expression of confusion with what she thought was a serious one. Was it now Ozai’s turn to play the mind games…? “My father is difficult to reason with…”

But Ursa knew better than to buy in to what Ozai was saying as the truth… She looked at the pearl dagger clasped in her hand and then, placing it on the bedside table it once sat atop of, turned back to Ozai and sighed, “I must try. I may be able to save his life. However, should I fail…” and she turned back to look at the blade of the dagger once more, thoughts drifting towards Zuko… “I may have no choice in the matter.”

Ozai turned towards Ursa, and she looked back. A look of disorientation was set across her husband’s features. This was not the first time Ozai had lost a woman he loved dearly, and the fact that he remembered Ursa only deepened the emotional wound. Ozai looked away for a brief moment, and then he met Ursa’s eyes again. “… You are sure you wish to do this?”

Ursa turned her grim-featured face away from Ozai, she bowed her head. “I will protect Zuko at any cost… Even if that cost is to become murder… …”
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It was all too easy…

Planning in the closet… It felt almost like it once did before when they were young… Plans on how best to “assassinate” Zhao as he strutted down that very same hallway as though he owned the entire palace… Plans on what to do with those ignorant guards that had dared to insult Ozai’s father behind his back… Plans on what to do with those guards who were just plain ignorant… Those childish schemes had now led up to this very moment…

“Then you agree… Your father should only be slain if he refuses to comply?”

“With my coronation as well as our boy’s safety…”

“… Do you swear, upon your life, that no harm will befall Zuko during your reign?”

“Only if you swear to leave dutifully, as banishment instructs, if the wicked deed is to be done…”

“… Yes…”

Inside the closet, Ursa then bowed her head as she spoke. Ursa knew one thing, and that was that she did not trust Ozai with either of her children… She planned to leave with them, but had to be careful not to infringe the rights of her and her husband’s vow while doing so for fear of Zuko’s life. She had to be careful… “I will…”

Ozai looked below her eye line upon her response. “Then I must request our ring…”

Ursa, knowing what he meant, held up her princess crown in the palm of her hand and stared at the object with sorrow. What she once thought of as an accursed material item, now found herself in need of … “But… … I…”

“Should you turn to your last resort; the object will be a menace… You will not be able to sell the item on fear of life and death, nor will it be wise to keep it with you.” Ozai stated, holding a hand out. “It is in my best interests to keep it…”

Ozai was right, and Ursa knew it. She did not see a life similar to that of her current one ahead of her if Azulon were to fall to the grave and she could predict that, in time, all material objects will mean nothing to her… She slowly took a hold of the large, curved flame shape of pure gold that adorned the crown and placed it onto Ozai’s palm. He closed his hands around the base of the headpiece. “I wish you good fortune, my beautiful wife.” Kissing her on the lips, he turned towards the door. “Midnight is approaching…” And with that, he left. Leaving her standing inside the dark closet…

Yes… All too easy…

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I was going to end this chapter on a cliff-hanger; but just over 10 pages of typing are enough for the first chapter, I think…

Little!Azula will definitely be back. Probably not in the next chapter, but most likely in the one afterwards.

Thank you for read first chapter of my fanfic. I hope you like! Dziekuje.

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I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. It belongs to those peoples at Nick, Viacom, Mike and Bryan, etc…

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bluecrystalblue @ 2008-09-20T22:34:00

2008-09-20T21:35:46Z

So my room has been completely refurbished and looks cool... All I really want now is some Col-Erase pencils, Avatar Box 3, some laptop renovation, one of those slidey-board things artists use, no (school) homework and someone's acceptance when I ask them out and I'll be the happiest person evar!

PS. Hawky FTW:

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-09-14T23:25:00

2008-09-14T22:40:27Z

Back.

Maaaaan, that weekend was a blur. I absolutely loved it! I ate nothing but crap half the time and it was awesome. =D Now can we not do it for another few months, please? lmao I'm going to be so out of it in the morning...

The only thing that kinda pissed me off was the fact that I didn't bother to ask if I could have a go on Guitar Hero. It looks like the shit, but I cba to save up for whatever games console it's on just to buy it.

Also, what the hell is wrong with me? Over a span of 4 days, I've hit myself on the head 4-6 times... At least the bumps and the pain's going quickly. XD

I do feel tired, but I just had some Kool-Aid which is probably going to keep me up past 1am. Which I'm kind of thankful for, since I have Maths homework to do before tomorrow that I really should be getting on with now.

Royalty should be up by Tuesday/Wednesday. Normal update times will be during the weekend, spare this one as somebody's meant to be coming over.

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-09-11T20:55:00

2008-09-11T20:08:26Z

Hmm'k, chapter 1 will have to be postphoned since I've just found out that I will be out ~~partying~~ all weekend + Friday. I should have it up by... Tuesday, if I work hard enough. Buh bye!

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-09-07T22:02:00

2008-09-07T21:10:29Z

Saw Hellboy II. I need to get my hands on the first one and watch it, I kind of like it... The Prince was just like a hybrid of Lucius and Voldemort, I swear. XD

I'll compromise an update date for Royalty next weekend. You should all have a nice long chapter by then, though. I might put it all on DA or even AvatarSpirit, but for now I'll just stick to LJ and see what happens.

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-09-03T10:23:00

2008-09-03T09:47:46Z

Eeeeew, my iPod smells of uneaten Szechuan Spice Sensation crisps, wtf? XD Still also got an unopened bottle of Coke Zero and uneaten toffee popcorn from when we went to watch 'Mamma Mia!' and almost got kicked out by this grumpy old fart because my friend was singing and laughing. X)

It was actually quite cool. I love ABBA and went in expecting it to totally kill every single ABBA song, and even though half the time they kind of did I completely ignored the twitchy feeling and just paid attention to the movie itself since the storyline/setting was adorable. OMG Donna, Rosie and Tanya!! What a bunch of lesbians, I love them! XD Much love for Tanya and Julie Walters in general.

Also went swimming. MFG, the flumes nearly killed me. I soon learnt to hold my nose when I reached the bottom, though. XD

I bought Hitch three days ago, still need to watch that. Also bought Mean Girls for my sister and The Flinstones, might get around to watching those later on as well.

Oh yeah, I'm starting my shitty school for the last 9 months tomorrow so I need to do my shitty homework that I'm half-assing effort on just to make it look done. It was really sunny last year and I wanna see if I can push my tan a little more. I still have it all from when I went on holiday (as well as the red of the burn on my shoulders, whu?).

I'll probably work on Royalty tomorrow if I'm not bombarded with homework. I really wanna get onto the talk Ozai and Ursa have to see how I can picture them talking to each other.

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-08-28T00:41:00

2008-08-28T00:00:14Z

Because I'm too tired to check it anymore, here it is. =)

I'll update with a proper, chunky chapter after I finish the homework I've been tormented by all summer.

Royalty

Prologue
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Right then; my first, and probably last, Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfic. Intended mostly just to be a fun vent on ideas and stuff and my version of the loose ends of the series, it’s probably going to turn into some rather demented, quality-variant crack I’ll be writing as an excuse to avoid doing homework. For those of you who haven’t read the summary, it’s Ursa-centric and involves truckloads of OCs and minor characters. The canon characters are coming later, the majority a lot later. lol

To start off with, here’s a short prologue in the form of a written version of a scene of events in Zuko Alone… The rest of the character dialogue will mostly all be from my own mind, promise.

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Dusk hung like a painted canvas around a great portion of the western hemisphere, accompanied by the subdued whistling of a warm, tranquil wind that swept gently
through the tropical climate of the islands situated around these parts.

Inside The Royal Palace of the Fire Nation Capital; the youngest prince of the Fire Nation already lay covered, though fully-clothed, in his bed with his eyes half-open. Appearing no older than 10 or 11 years of age, his dark hair was simply tied back in a ponytail with a bland-red strip of cloth that matched the dark crimson, brown and gold colour schemes of his clothing. A lit candle to his left-hand side dully illuminated his face and the rich oak of his four-poster bed. Hearing his door creak open, he shifted nervously and glanced wide-eyed towards the source of the creaking, as though paranoid…

A small girl, appearing perhaps a little younger than himself; was leaning against the brim of the door, arms folded. All her hair, spare two ear-length bangs that hung down both sides of her face, was tied into a topknot adorned with a small red crescent-shaped clip. She wore the same manner of clothing as the boy she had obviously come too see, although hers appeared to be designed for a female wearer as opposed to a male wearer.

“Dad’s going to kill you.” She exclaimed in a sing-song voice. “Really,” she turned her head and looked towards the older boy with a leer, showing a close-up of her large, golden irises “he is.”

Sitting up with a look of weary annoyance apparent on his face, he replied, “Ha-ha, Azula. Nice try…”

His younger sister looked towards him with a puzzled expression on her face and began walking towards him, placing a hand on his door as she spoke, “Fine, don’t believe me, but I heard everything.” She placed a hand around the nearest bedpost to his left-hand side and continued, posing winsomely with her next sentence. “Grandfather said dad’s punishment should fit his crime.” Deepening her voice slightly as she mimicked her grandfather, she brought a fist to her front while walking to the right-hand post opposite her and droned, “You must know the pain of losing a first born son,” she spun around the post to come into face-to-face contact with the prince of the Fire Nation and slouched over slightly as she recited the final line… “by sacrificing your own!”

The look of incomprehensible worry that had settled itself into the young boy’s equally golden eyes soon turned into an expression of disgusted denial. “Liar.” He spat, looking away from her.

“I’m only telling you for your own good.” Azula stood up again, a look of amusement set on her small face. The young prince glared ahead at his open door and down the long hallway, refusing to accept the mere notion that his father, let alone his grandfather, would consider such a thing. The young princess then softened her voice, as though hit by a great concept; “I know!” she sat herself down on his bed and continued, “maybe you could find a nice Earth Kingdom family to adopt you?”

He faced Azula again and, with a hint of panic and impatience in his voice, said, “Stop it, you’re lying.” Grabbing his blanket and shutting his eyes tight, he said aloud the words that he was repeating with wavering reassurance in his mind over and over again: “Dad would never do that to me.”

“Your father would never do what to you?”

Zuko opened his eyes again, his worried expression returning for the owner of the voice to see. A woman in her late 20’s was now standing just outside Zuko’s doorway; she had long dark hair identical in tone to that of the two children's, some of her own hair was tied to a topknot surrounded by a princess’ crown. She, too, also had the same lustrous golden eyes they both possessed. A look of confusion was written upon her face. “What is going on here?” she asked as she entered the room.

“I don’t know.” Azula said innocently as she glanced from her brother to her mother.

Her mother wasn’t buying it. “It’s time for a talk.” She said, grabbing Azula’s arm and leading her out of the room. Azula’s usual confident, duplicitous expression she wore around her brother changed to one of trepidation as she was forced to follow her mother.

Her son was left in his bed, clutching to the blankets with his eyes shut tight again, almost chanting “Azula always lies...?” to himself in continued uncertainty.
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Original Dialogue & Direction For This Episode is copyright to Episode 7, “Zuko Alone” in Season 2 of Avatar. Written by Elizabeth Welch Ehasz and directed by Lauren Macmullan.

Extra credits go to the transcripts at AvatarSpirit.Net.

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. It belongs to those peoples at Nick, Viacom, Mike and Bryan, etc…
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OMG I Gave My Journal A Title.

2008-08-27T23:00:18Z

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Royalty
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Summary: Lady Ursa, once a calm and noble young princess, committed terrible treason that left her exiled and alone. Armed with firebending skills evident from early childhood, an outdated scroll on chi-blocking and a ‘tree branch’ of a bo-staff, Ursa disguises herself as a peasant maiden and makes to flee her country through all of the upheaval the war has created.

Two years later, after gaining a mastery of dual swords, Ursa boards a ship leaving the Fire Nation to travel to Gaoling with her eccentric old shaman trainer Bai Qi to live amongst the townsfolk under his care while she feigns her identity under the false name ‘Meilin’.

A few days after her departure from the Fire Nation… Far away from her homeland and, for that matter, Gaoling, Bai Qi and perhaps the rest of global civilisation; Ursa must now learn to become accustomed to the hardships of the real world outside her homeland while owing a life debt, in the form of companionship, to a resolute but rambunctious male prostitute; as well as deal with some of the dire hardships of her childhood in the form of a legendary 100-year-old traitor and firebending master.

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Published: 28th August 2008
Rating: M (To be really super safe lol)
Genres: Action/Adventure/Drama/Humour
Language: English
Inspirations/Credits: (Will be given accordingly)

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Some Moar Thoughts On "Royalty".

2008-08-27T02:30:21Z

View Poll: #1248790

I mean, I have so much of the script planned (100 pages on Microsoft Word) and it would be a shame to see all of that go to waste because I'd never get round to drawing it. I've had like two comic ideas in the past that I never got around to doing due to general procrastination-related habits, I think I'm just better off just writing it all out and stuff... lol It would get updated/done a lot faster and include more in it than a fancomic would.

It would just like... benefit so much. lmao I'm definitely seeing an improvement in my drawing skills through all the concept drawings I've done of it, but a whole comic? Whut was I thinking? XD

It may turn out visually better that way as well, I dunno...? My English teacher has told me that I should definitely do a course in English Literature in college because of my 'exceptional competence and choice of vocabulary' when writing, and if a fanfic of Royalty gets any sort of good review, I know that what she said had some ray of truth in it. lol

Okay, so far on the scripting side of it... Some of it might not be included (eg. a lot of Ozai & Ursa's/Zuko & Azula's childhood), but as promised there are plenty of awesome minor (and now all the canon) characters in it that will definitely make an appearance.

As for shipping... I'm not certain. A lot of disguised Zutara seems to be there and one very, very suggestive Kataang reference somewhere at the end of the script that I wrote just because it seemed funny and appropriate to put in at the time... Ursa isn't really shipped off romantically with anybody except for Ozai pre-power-craving times, but there are kisses and dates and make up and hugs because she is an absolute utter girl on the inside. XD As for OCs, one pairing stays stable during the time we see it, which I totally need to mess up at some point... lol

Right, bedtime...

PS. Bosco is a reoccurring character.
PPS. Expect Piandao... Seriously, do. He's sexy. XD
PPPS. Expect the prologue and summary up today, I'm impatient... lol

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-08-25T02:24:00

2008-08-25T01:26:16Z

Okay, so since I'm going out with friends on the 2nd, who knows what movie we should go see? We don't really know...

Speaking of movies... lol @ Drop Dead Fred.

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-08-20T02:28:00

2008-08-20T03:30:24Z

The happy one is Terra, who should have more tattoos than that, but nvm. She makes machines and stuff for a living. No, she's not a lesbian. ~~She's bi. 8D~~

The paranoid one is Ursa, who I honestly admire for still being alive after all the planning I've done for that comic. Yeah, she whacked off her hair at some point. Had something to do with the guy Terra wants to hook her up with, a blindfold and a sword.

The caption goes something like this:

Terra: Imma hook this up with my bff.
Ursa: Oh Lord Sozin, wtf, do not want...

Terra's arms are bugging me the hell off... Getting body proportions correct is hard work. lmao Hmm'k, I'll see if I can start acutally studying the art books I buy from shops when I go back to school. Not promising anything, though, since I'm one crabby cow when it comes to going to school. lol Well, one thing's for sure, I have a long way to go before the comic...
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Hmm'k, the comic... Ozai and Zhao have been pretty much taken out of the picture and are now secondary characters, unfortunately. The main seems to be Ursa, and there's an earthbender OC, machinist OC (who I believe you've met), Wing Chun & staff specialist/drunkard OC, waterbending OC, psycho blade specialist OC and crazy lightningbending OC who appear to be the mains alongside Ursa.

It's mainly set on a hidden island located smack-inbetween the Eastern and Western Air Temples called Bamboo Island (because of teh pandas lolz, i r smrt and will probably rethink the name soon), but is probably going to go to other locations as well (definitely to Ba Sing Sei).

The main villain is an ancient firenation traitor who has been tracking and ending the lives of spiritual relatives of Aang for a good number of years of his life. The reasons are currently unknown. ;P

Ursa is definitely a firebender in the fancomic. Done some research on the golden eyes thing since plushulala mentioned it, and I haven't found a single firebender without golden eyes or proven non-bender with golden eyes. I love the theory, and it's mostly just for her own defense, really. lol She can generate lightning; but not only is it known to explode in her face at first depending on her mood, she also doesn't use the skill very often because of the nature of it. She can't redirect lightning, which becomes a massive weakness in time. She learns how to control white fire (which was a triggered ability when she was a child) in a way which I'm not telling you yet. lol Ursa seems to get better at firebending as time goes on, since she ends up being able to heat or cool tea in Ba Sing Sei and jet propel towards the end of the comic when she couldn't before. She might become something of a master by the end of the comic.

Other characters like Jeong Jeong, Piandao and Iroh appear in some way (though Jeong Jeong & Iroh probably only predominantly in flashbacks).

My version of Iroh's spirit journey will be included. Ah, and the airbenders? Definitely considering something...

Oh man, though, I have all the martial arts to think about when I design the characters... XD Thank lord half of them are street rats...
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Oh, and here's a re-edit of my last picture:

And some more random crap:

Planning on a short series of some fanart100 sketches of Iroh, since he's my favourite character and is really being neglected over the Royalty comic.

OMFG, I'm going swimming and to the movies with a friend who I have with the same name as on 2nd August. 8D And hopefully to mysticrobin's sometime before the 31st August. Gah, the Summer's been awesome! 8D

Err, yes, I was doing some homework, actually! ... 4 days ago... lol Okay, I swear on the life of my purple kitty pjs that I will get all the homework done by this Sunday starting from tomorrow (or today, since it's like 4 in the morning lol). I will work at it and I will not stop this time. >=C

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-08-15T01:11:00

2008-08-15T00:54:25Z

Will be doing all my homework over the next eight days, wish me luck 'cause if it gets done, I have 2 weeks in which to wish for some sun and colour/do sum lineartz.

Done so far: 5/26 topics.

Goodnight. =)

ART That I'm ACTUALLY Going To Finish!! NO WAI!!! O=

2008-08-11T03:43:11Z

lawl J/k. WIP, ppl. Honeymoon on Ember Island.

Aww, look at them... And wait until they wake up. >=D

Some Graphics

2008-07-21T16:37:43Z

[Contains teenage immaturity, naughty words, and ~~Sokka~~ ~~Piandao~~ ~~Hakoda~~ ~~Hawkie~~animated sex Gods.]

Avatars from the Avatars/Icons section of Iroh.org.

(Seriously, who hasn't? Besides Ozai... Which makes you wonder where they found Azula and Zuko...)

(Hakoda's in for the biggest ass-kicking via waterbending of his life.)

And finally... The TRUTH:

[Above cut contains teenage immaturity, naughty words, and ~~Sokka~~ ~~Piandao~~ ~~Hakoda~~ ~~Hawkie~~animated sex Gods.]

Yeah, I'm in an odd mood today. Okay, last day of school tomorrow and I need to get on with actual work. See you all laterz!

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-07-20T15:57:00

2008-07-20T15:08:14Z

Hmm, I am considering using the pen tool for the comic. But I dunno if it'll be important, since the panels all mostly focus on perspective and character expression.
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Two more fricking days of school left and two pieces of coursework to hand in before then... Ugh, and I'm in an event on Sports Day tomorrow and I'm catching a cold. Oh please, end these two days as quickly as you can... Oh, and SPOILERS APPROACHING!!!

Seen the finale. It was sexy. And Ursa is totally going to come back in the spin-off series, the tone of Zuko's voice when he popped the big question on Ozai just tells me so. And OMFG GRANDPA PAKKU, AND PIANDAO AND BUMI AND JEONG JEONG. I <3 OLD MEN!!! Bumi reclaiming Omashu single-handedly was BADASS!!

BABY OZAI WAS CHUBBY AND ADORABLE, and droolbending!Ozai made me lol. Bella!Azula was special, too.

Sokka's drawing skills ftw.

Meh, too much to review on, I'll leave it till' later...

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-07-08T00:25:00

2008-07-07T23:27:52Z

WHY WON'T YOU COME, SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!!? WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME, DAMMIT?!?!?!

Wangst over, you may go home now.

bluecrystalblue @ 2008-07-06T22:12:00

2008-07-06T21:22:03Z

Sooo while Avatar and being outside is slowly consuming my life, I haven't found the time in the past week to be getting on with my two lots of English work that are due in tomorrow. But shit, dude, the weekend went so fast. I barely remember being awake for half the stuff that happened, and I distinctly remember sleeping more than I do during the weekdays (par usual).

But oh wtf, I have a life y'know. School just doesn't seem to realise this... YES, I'm getting on with your pisstake homework, dickfaces... >:C

Yes, I'm using the 10 minutes my battery has left before the laptop bothers to switch itself off to type this journal. Hope you enjoyed it. =B

EDIT (22:42): And you know what? Even if I don't get out of school without an outstanding set of results, I just don't care anymore. Rich kids come out of private, top-class schools with people you can get along with and the ability to be bothered come out with A* grades. Clever, struggling kids who have to be strong and endure a shitty school with shitty people in it and have more to life than just school like me end up getting out of it all with a good set of grades and a wiser mindset when they have to enter the real world.

Even though I dunno what the hell I'm talking about, a decision was made somewhere. And I'll be getting on with my homework now, bibi bbs.