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Nov. 3rd, 2022 07:13 pm
The Meeting [Open to itstillhurt]
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earth_imperialIn 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.
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.