[action; closed // inside the infirmary after the fight.]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Though Katara has insisted over and over again that she could heal her own wounds just fine with her water bending and that she could also tend to Jet (conveniently leaving Zuko out), it seems as though the Doctor is adamant about treating them by traditional means to this world. A thick layer of ointment has been applied to the burns across her ankle, abdomen and neck, and the wounds are now bandaged so they can heal within the next several days.

Katara is sitting up in her bed now, where she's unfortunately situated right between Zuko and Jet. The fabric curtains which separates the beds are now drawn back for the time being, which allows the three to converse face to face. She has her back turned slightly towards the fire bender, though, and instead she faces Jet.]

I can't believe they're making us stay overnight for such simple injuries-- I mean, this isn't anything I can't fix with just a bit of water. [And while it's easy for Katara to simply use the water from the jug for healing, she doesn't want to get herself into anymore trouble, and resists the urge.]

oo2 ✫ annoyed in the courtyard

[bitterfire.livejournal.com]

[ Azula had heard about the magic show in the Garden the previous day, and she had skipped her extremely early training session to find the culprits. After all, the whispers she had heard made little sense, and she was sure details got skewered with these idiots. She had found nothing. She went through the day looking for any sign of anyone from home and had come up empty handed.

She sat on the bench in the Garden, fiddling with her bangs as she thought. Azula would have much preferred Ty Lee or Mai, but to cause such an uproar it had to be benders. Zuko? The Avatar? Either way, she'd have to kill them, even if it caused her to be ill received in this place. That hardly mattered, anyway. She would much rather be hated here if she could do something about her situation at home, and it would be much easier to get a hold of both her brother and the Avatar if they didn't have their friends back home.

But that didn't make sense, either. If Zuko was the one fighting... who was he fighting against? An ally of hers? She couldn't recall any benders that she was aligned with off the top of her head, other than the Dai Li... but she doubted that it was them that were here.

Either way, it was killing her that now inhabitants of her world were now in this Garden and she could not figure out who exactly it was. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees to prop her head up, looking over the grounds. At least her time here could be well spent if the right people showed up. ]

- ‡ bite 002. (action.)

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She's not a creative type, this Oerbian. But Vanille said she needed to do a painting in her fine arts class, and had said she'd really like it if she could paint something that reminded her of home, really like it if she could paint something she already knew well, really, really like it if she could maybe just maybe pretty please with sugar on top have Fang as her subject.

So of course Fang said yes.

And now she's sitting in the fine arts room, surrounded by mostly empty easels and the smell of potted paints. She's alone for now, waiting on the artiste, and fiddling with some of the tools used to mold clay. She accidentally breaks one of the clay-cutting wire-contraptions, fumbles with it, then hurriedly puts it down before glancing around to be sure no one saw. ]


(ooc note: The post is tailored to Vanille, but any tag is welcome!!)