RL. Azula and Richard, Princess-Destroyer extraordinaire!

[bendtomywill]

"Fire nation..fire nation..I wonder how one gets there? Suppose I could ask someone for directions. I have to get to that world first." Richard mused idly to himself, or perhaps the skeleton he had draped over one shoulder. The skeleton was none other than Billy, his orphan skeleton he'd grown rather attached to

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[peoplesprincess]

OOC: So we can just say he bamfed right to, er... some deserted, isolated field area near the palace (why yes, I fail at this, why do you ask)? She can be waiting there for him or something.

It was ridiculous, really- one man thinking he could take on her, let alone the entire Fire Nation. Azula had encountered some delusional, off-balance revolutionaries in her time, but none quite like this.

After some deliberation, she had decided not to bring any soldiers with her. After all, she would only be fighting one man- hardly a challenge for her. It wouldn't take long for her to finish him off.

[bendtomywill]

((Works for me. Hehe, I'd be just as clueless...))

Richard, Lord of Darkness, Emperor of black appeared before the woman, stepping from the greenish black portal he'd created himself. He stepped through into this new world, one that was quite like his own as a matter of fact. The pure yellow eyes of evil, or perhaps some yolk-y substance peered across the way at the woman, the lone woman. "Armies these days, you expect eighty you get one lone woman. Albeit a husking huge man of a woman." He called to her, one of his hands rose to his eyes and appeared to be examining his nails.

[peoplesprincess]

Azula raised an eyebrow. "Please. Why would I bring an entire army when I can just do this?" Without warning, she jumped into fighting stance, sending an expertly executed bolt of lightning towards the other man- straight for the heart, aimed to kill.

[bendtomywill]

Richard, somewhat caught off guard, stood his ground and took the hit from the lightning. It could be noted at this point, to the misfortune of many, that Richard had no heart. Or at least one that he needed to keep beating in order to sustain his life. Or..continued existence was perhaps a better phrasing.

The undead man stumbled backwards and fell upon his rear on the ground. An unexpected move and position. His yellow eyes narrowed dangerously on the woman. A large black spot and what seemed like burnt flesh surrounded the wound. His robes had been burned away and a small rounded hole in his chest revealed there to be not much than a surprising amount of green goo. Oozing out over him.

"Say Princess, which do you prefer to be brutally maimed with, Fire or Ice?" He asked her in a gravelly voice, hopping back onto his feet. A sudden swooshing sound and his right hand was covered in a bright orange and undoubtedly very hot flame, his left appeared to be surrounded by a blue one.