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Who: Azula (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sofaultless) and Jan (eatinurdudez)
What: Jan teaches Azula to use a gun.
When: April 26th, 2008
Where: Shooting range
Rating: Jan has a foul mouth :)
Azula had been dressing herself like a princess for the week, and she figured, to celebrate the week’s end, she might as well switch back into the usual gleaming black clothes intended for combat. Her brother was going to be absent for at least another week, so she still had plenty of time to relax. For now, she would learn yet another form of combat, and she would play the violence game dressed for the part.
She’d never handled a live gun, so at first she wondered if her long nails would get in the way. Even so, she didn’t consider trimming them (it had taken her months after Ba Sing Se to grow them to an acceptable length again) and she merely hoped that it would be without finicky finger-work. Azula was too busy thinking about firepower and explosives to worry, after it had crossed and left her mind once.
Azula showed up to the shooting range, dressed impeccably, as usual, with that diplomatic smile on her face and that regal posture. She got right down to business, as she always did with new training routines and new teachers.
“So what we going to start with?” she asked, smiling at Jan with something like eagerness.
sofaultless) and Jan (eatinurdudez)What: Jan teaches Azula to use a gun.
When: April 26th, 2008
Where: Shooting range
Rating: Jan has a foul mouth :)
Azula had been dressing herself like a princess for the week, and she figured, to celebrate the week’s end, she might as well switch back into the usual gleaming black clothes intended for combat. Her brother was going to be absent for at least another week, so she still had plenty of time to relax. For now, she would learn yet another form of combat, and she would play the violence game dressed for the part.
She’d never handled a live gun, so at first she wondered if her long nails would get in the way. Even so, she didn’t consider trimming them (it had taken her months after Ba Sing Se to grow them to an acceptable length again) and she merely hoped that it would be without finicky finger-work. Azula was too busy thinking about firepower and explosives to worry, after it had crossed and left her mind once.
Azula showed up to the shooting range, dressed impeccably, as usual, with that diplomatic smile on her face and that regal posture. She got right down to business, as she always did with new training routines and new teachers.
“So what we going to start with?” she asked, smiling at Jan with something like eagerness.