Blast it! (Locked)

[najaran]

Who: Najaran and Azula
Which: Log
Where: Wherever Najaran can find Azula, somewhere outside.
What: Najaran has a great(???) idea!
Warnings: violence, possible self harm, angst, war mentions


Najaran was excited about her new idea and was looking for Azula. Of course, it was taking her a long time to find her friend. Largely because she kept getting lost. Badly lost.

And of course, by this point, she was also hungry again...

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[itstillhurt]

Unfortunately, Najaran picked a bad time for it- Azula's been even more of a weird hermit than usual this month, she's had a lot to think about. Even when she is outside, it's usually off in isolation, not near the town when she can help it.

But today, it seemed, she was just far enough out to stumble onto a fellow (less deliberate) wanderer, because winds up nearly running into Najaran as the latter emerges from the foliage in front of her.

Her initial response is to raise her hands in a bending stance, in case of an attack- a habit that still hasn't left her, despite the relative peace of this place- but then she sees who it is.

"...What are you doing out here?"

[najaran]

"Azula!" she said happily. "I was looking for you! And I found you! And I didn't even get" that badly "lost this time!"

Okay so maybe she did.

[itstillhurt]

Looking for her? Out here?

And she said this was her not getting lost?

"...I'm in the middle of-"

Oh, nevermind.

"What do you want?"

[najaran]

"One of my friends and I were talking and we realized that you might be the perfect person to attack us!"

Someone really needs to put all the words in the sentence. But her bouncing cheer did not at all go with the words she actually did say.

[itstillhurt]

What-

Okay. She's going to just. Take a moment. Try to parse that sentence. Aaaand... no. No, that doesn't-

No.

"... Come again?"

[najaran]

"He was trying to figure out if he could feed Cait Sith, but his magic isn't spells, and Cait Sith eats attack spells! And you are good at all sorts of things, so I thought that you would know good attack spells! I can't use mine, but I bet you'd be really good with yours!"

[itstillhurt]

Oh. Oh, that made far more sense.

"... Firebending isn't magic," she insists, almost reflexively.

But-

Well. What could it hurt? She'd seen for herself how resilient Najaran's little... allies... could be.

"But if you're willing to risk that, I suppose can try to help."

[najaran]

She hesitated then nodded. "Safer than me trying to feed him."

[itstillhurt]

"Fine. Is there anything particular that you need to accomplish, or can I just throw fire at it?"

...Sigh. Right.

"...at him?"

[najaran]

"I'll summon him and we can ask?" she said, unsure but bouncing.

[itstillhurt]

"By all means."

She accentuates the weary allowance with a bored 'move-it-along' gesture toward Najaran. She probably shouldn't sound quite so impatient, but she suspects Najaran won't notice.

"The sooner the better, I assume."

[najaran]

She didn't notice of course. She just nodded. "Yes!" she reached behind her back and a Card flew out of the pouch at the small of her back, and into her hand. She threw it into the air where it burst into light. When the light resolved into Cait Sith she hugged the small little cat creature. "Azula's spells may be able to feed you!" she said happily.

"A friend indeed, meow," he said, bowing to Azula once he was free.

[itstillhurt]

"Yes, yes. To be clear, my power isn't technically magic. It's a spiritual art. If this winds up hurting you instead of feeding you, don't blame me."

She settles into a relaxed bending stance, then raises an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you still want me to try?"

[najaran]

Cait Sith nodded. "Let's try, meow!" He backed up, then faced her squarely.

Naja stood nearby, happily.

[itstillhurt]

She takes a breath, then settles into her stance.

Best to start with something light, just to be safe. Unless it goes wrong. Unless she misjudges and seriously injures it. Or doesn't give it enough power to actually help.

Rrgh. Infuriating. She tries to ignore the intrusive thoughts. Having to worry about hurting people is so distracting. Finally, she just extends her arm and a small, rapid burst of electricity erupts from her fingertips, a far cry from the fully charged bolts she would use in an actual fight.

[najaran]

Cait Sith was seemingly excited. As the attack came near Cait Sith proved to actually have arms as he used them to open his cloak to show off the gem in the center.

He caught the electricity in the gem and closed the cloak around the gem again. "That was yummy but... I think that was a fire spell, meow."

"Oh No!" Najaran cried. "I forgot!" She ran forward and grabbed Cait Sith, holding him aimed up at the sky as he released the electricity out ten fold to the sky.

"That's hot alright! MEOOOOOOWWWWWW" Cait Sith said, dizzy.

Najaran cradled him in her arms. "I... forgot he hates spicy spells...."

[itstillhurt]

She stares at Najaran for a long, long time, and then, finally, sneering in disbelief, she manages-

"...he can't handle fire magic and you asked a firebender for help?"

[najaran]

"I... um... forgot..." she said with a sheepish laugh.

It was the kind of thing Goligan or her Master usually reminded her about...