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vault662020-06-18 06:48 pm
makeadragonwannaretire) wrote in vault662020-06-18 06:48 pm
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1st Team Meeting
WHO: Azula and any vault dwellers who show up.
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Three hours after her annoucement.
WHAT: Azula's "War Council" to disseminate information and introductions...also snacks.
WARNINGS: Possible discussions of violence and/or dark backstories.
Azula had attended a number of war meetings growing up as well as social affairs for meeting with important members of the public or military. This was different for a number of reasons, the largest being that this was a place no one seemed to have any respect for her title.
But she could handle that. It had taken her half a month to come to terms with it but here the title "Princess" was only as important as she made it.
Unfortunately that meant having to play "Nice" having to bite her tongue and not get frustrated when she wasn't catered to. That would have been harder for her two years ago, and impossible a year ago.
But here we were, with her waiting patiently near the entrance to the Rec Room to greet people as they came in. Oh how far she'd fallen.
"Come in, help yourself to some snacks. We'll get started soon."
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Three hours after her annoucement.
WHAT: Azula's "War Council" to disseminate information and introductions...also snacks.
WARNINGS: Possible discussions of violence and/or dark backstories.
Azula had attended a number of war meetings growing up as well as social affairs for meeting with important members of the public or military. This was different for a number of reasons, the largest being that this was a place no one seemed to have any respect for her title.
But she could handle that. It had taken her half a month to come to terms with it but here the title "Princess" was only as important as she made it.
Unfortunately that meant having to play "Nice" having to bite her tongue and not get frustrated when she wasn't catered to. That would have been harder for her two years ago, and impossible a year ago.
But here we were, with her waiting patiently near the entrance to the Rec Room to greet people as they came in. Oh how far she'd fallen.
"Come in, help yourself to some snacks. We'll get started soon."
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At the same time, it scares her just enough that she's checked it every day multiple times to make sure it's unloaded.
"Wait...guns are really loud. If you shoot one in the tunnel you're gonna really hurt your ears...and maybe worse."
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He tosses her a sidelong glance, lifts one hand up to his face, and plays the got-your-nose trick, keeping his hand in front of his nose to make it look slightly more realistic.
"Now that would hurt." He winks, and 'puts it back,' dropping his hand.
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He needs to protest that, in case Sandy isn't the only one who thinks he's one step away from murder. He did hit Yunlan with a femur, but... hmm.
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"Alright, when you need to come borrow it let me know. Just don't use up all the bullets. Chocolat gave me those." And thus they were a gift and important to Sandy.
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"How many bullets have you got, Sandy?"
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"The gun can hold 12 bullets in the clip." She added "So that's...important I guess."
She trailed off feeling sheepish that after having the gun in her possession for a few weeks that was the most information she had gathered from it other then how to take it apart and put it back together. She decided not to mention that she hadn't fired it yet.