The Meeting [Open to itstillhurt]

[earth_imperial]

In the uncertain remnants of the Earth Kingdom - then the Earth Empire and now...now a nascent Republic - the name Kuvira provoked deeply divergent views. For some, she was a traitor. Oh, not for leading an attempt to reunite all the Earth Kingdom's former territories through terrible violence - but for betraying it. For giving it up, for saying she had been wrong. Then there were those who grumbled about how, after all the violence and lives lost, she'd clearly used her family connections to avoid a lifetime in deep, dank cell or a hangman's noose.

Then there was the third group, which thought she'd done the right thing, and were ready to forgive her.

Most of that third group was situated in the towering metal city of Zaofu - seat of the Beifongs. It hadn't been the most welcoming to Azula, for oh so many reasons. Deep suspicion accompanied the entire enterprise - were it not for letters from the Avatar, she might have been turned away.

But, finally, with more than a little concern - she was brought into a small room. It wasn't much of anything, but it was better than a prison cell, certainly. There was a bed, a desk, a bookshelf - not much across the board. The woman at the desk, however, turned as she entered, frowning in confusion.

She stood up, wearing khaki slacks and a green, sleeveless shirt.

"Can...I help you?"

Behold, Kuvira. Once the mightiest warlord in the known world. Now, living a life of house imprisonment.

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[earth_imperial]

"And wouldn't that be a challenge worthy of your skills?" she rejoins, easily.

She sat back down, crossing her legs easily and calmly.

"Also, that'd be two more people who trust you and your intentions than you've ever had," she pointed out, with a very slight smile. "So you'd already be ahead of where you were. And this is all just at first blush."

"This is assuming you don't strive to make a clean break, that you want to continue to use some of your extant skills, of course. So you see, possibilities begin to unfold in front of you."

[itstillhurt]

"The last person who tried to conquer the world. What an endorsement."

She sighs. They were dancing around the point, and it was obvious they wouldn't get anywhere until she just admitted the truth she'd only just begun to accept earlier in this conversation. Almost out of habit, she sneers-

"There are possibilities. The trouble is none of them impress me."

After a moment, she speaks again, more quietly, more defeated.

"I don't... know what I want. It's like I don't want anything anymore."

[earth_imperial]

She shrugs.

"Who better to understand?"

But she nods after that.

"As I said, you were trained to be a weapon. An extension of one man's will. Until you confront that, until you deal with that - you'll stay like a marionette with her strings cut. And there are professionals who can help with that."

[itstillhurt]

Mm. That was the wrong thing to mention, and her posture and expression immediately become hostile.

"I tried the whole 'professional help' thing, the food didn't agree with me and the straitjackets were uncomfortable."

She's not sure why, as soon as she says that, her overwhelming feeling is of... disappointment. She feels almost deflated somehow, like she'd been expecting something else.

Which is ridiculous, because she had assumed this was a waste of time walking in, and yet...

[earth_imperial]

"You encountered it then," she replied. "Things are very different now. Not in Ba Sing Se, perhaps, but..."

She casts her eyes over to a wall map, pointing idly.

"There's always Republic City. A bit garish, maybe - but at the cutting edge of pretty much everything. That city is the eventual eclipse of all the old kingdoms, you know. The new world being born. A place for fresh starts, for all sorts."

The hints are obvious, and she means them as such.