Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 6:17:23 GMT -6
OOC: I'm not sure if this is the right thread. This whole post is taking place in a different Shipyard from the one in The Southern Air Temple. I'd say it's one that's a lot closer to the Fire Nation mainland.
The moon was high up in the sky on that night at the Shipyard. It was only half full, but it was brightening the night in an ocean blue color so much that there didn't even seem to be a horizon over the sea. Everything was unexpectedly calm in the whole place. It didn't seem like any ships needed repair, despite the rather big number of them docked in this Shipyard. None were being constructed either at the moment, which only served to show the dramatic situation the world was in. The Fire Nation basically ruled the seas. No reason for them to build new ships because there were enough everywhere, and no ships to repair because there was no resistance to be encountered. It almost made one wonder about the need for a Navy in the first place.
But in this tranquil, silent and stainless Shipyard, there was only one thing that could be considered out of place. That was the building sized metal box with a Fire Nation flag on top of it, sitting over a ridge on the other side of the shipyard, farthest from the ships and from the sea. It was almost watching over the whole place in a position of superiority, though at the same time, one could say it had been cast aside and put there so it wouldn't bother anyone. The reason for that was pretty simple: it was a prison. On its roof, one could see the lights of the torches carried by the guards making their surveillance rounds. They were doing it rather lazily, since there wasn't much to guard in there. Moreover, they just wanted to sleep. This atmosphere was just so sleepy, no one could blame them.
But suddenly, a banging noise started resonating from withing that building. One of the guards on the roof, taking a break and eating some fireflakes, let out a long sigh and shook his head in annoyance. "There she goes again." He said to himself "Man, doesn't she ever sleep ?" Inside one of the corridors, a group of three guards were hastily making their way towards the source of that banging noise. The funny thing about those guards was that, as they were walking, the inmates inside the cells were making remarks, complaining about the noise, expressing their... unhappiness of the nights in here. "Come on !! It's the same every night, can't you guys just SHUT UP AND DEAL !!! It annoys us as much as you, you know !!" One of the walking guards said to them, slightly pissed. "She might be doing this on purpose, have you thought about that ?" A colleague said. The other two looked at him with incredulous eyes. "Oh really ? I could have sworn she was only hitting the bars of her cell with anything she found as hard as she could every night for three weeks by accident, or because she was sleepwalking. Gee, you just blew my mind !"
And all of a sudden, there was a huge cry of pain coming from the adjacent corridor, and the banging noise stopped. "Oh man, not again !" The three shouted with fear strangling their voices. When they got there, the soldier who had let out a scream was lying on the ground, unconscious, his left hand pinned to his right shoulder by an icicle. The atmosphere stood still for about ten seconds there, a time during which the guys were trying to figure out what to do based on the fear they were feeling. The moment of silence was broken by a female voice coming from inside the cell this unconscious man was lying before. "He ain't Firebending for a while... that and a lot of other things." She was saying. The voice seemed to make the guards' fear turn into anger, judging by their clenching jaws and hands, but they still weren't moving. "I know you guys are there. I heard you... If you're not taking him away, could you at least bring me something to drink ?" She spoke again.
At that point, one of them snapped. He spun on his feet and hit the wall next to the cell hard, sending a fire screen along the bars without letting the body get hit. Figuring the prisoner had backed away from the bars, the other two moved quickly and grabbed the body like a sack of potato, pulling him out of harm's way. "...I guess that's a no."
Back in the guards' lounge, about an hour later, the same guards were reunited in front of a table, sipping either tea or alcohol. One of them slammed his hand on the table. "I hate that stupid witch !!! Three weeks she's been here, every night it's the same thing !!! She makes a lot of noise in the night, upsets the other inmates, one of us goes to shut her up and gets hurt !!... We should just kill her or something !" He shouted with the devil on his mind. A smoking guard in the back of the room blew some smoke noisily. "Nah, it don't work. We tried to execute her, but the Warden lost half an ear. We don't call her witch for nothing. Remember last week, the whole place was fired up ? She broke out and freed a group of guys. We almost had a riot on our hands. We managed to catch all of them except for her." He narrated. Then he took a breather of his pipe, exhaled, and went on. "Eventually, we found her already back in her cell. Still got no idea what she did in that time... or even how she broke out. Can't ask her, can't search her. Can't get close at all, no more"
Silence hung again in the room. "What does she even want ? Is she doing this for fun ?" A guard said, sipping some tea, face covered in exhaustion "We try to stop her, we get hurt. We let her do, the other inmates go crazy, we get hurt. We try to kill her, we get hurt.... Can't we, like... burn her in her sleep or something ?" He suggested nonchalantly. "Tried that too. Liu Shan did it two weeks ago, thinking she was sleeping. Said he saw her frame burning on the bed after he fired, next thing he knew his face was all cold and he'd gone blind..." The smoking guy then took a long sip of alcohol and shook his head. "She's a real witch. She don't sleep, she barely eat, we don't give her anything to drink, we can't even kill her... Yet she Waterbends us to near-death. And ONLY at night ! Where the hell she getting the water from ?"
"The answer is so unlady-like, my sister would never forgive me if I let you know."
They all, in the same motion, turned their heads towards the door with a contorted face of terror. Standing there in the door way, the blue-clad witch with long brown hair, her visible right blue eye staring at them all, and a smirk on her face sending chills down everybody's spines. By the time they had switched from relaxed to defensive mode, their drinks had all suddenly jumped to their faces and was burning them - even the alcohol. "Oh, sorry boys. I'm just passing by to get a few things. Don't stand up for me." Agita said while strolling through the screaming guys on the ground "You should be thankful. You all get to be fairly unharmed today, and you won't even have to worry about me anymore..." The one who'd been smoking, apparently lucky enough that he had taken a very long sip of his drink before she got it, managed to recover quickly enough and sent a fire ball at the witch. Unfortunately for him, the fact that it was nighttime played doubly against him. As she reacted by sending a long stream of sake from a bottle to intercept, not only did it managed to block his weak fireball, half of it ignited and fell onto his face. So now, his face was starting to catch fire. "...Except for him, clearly." She added.
About ten minutes later, she walked out of the office with her two water skins on her back and on her waist, as well as her wires strapped to her forearms, and a bag full of bottles of sake. "Goodbye, guys ! This has been a fun vacation." She told them. All were stripped of their armor and had their hands chained to the ventilation pipes, except one of them lying on the ground, most likely unconscious, his face frozen in sake. The rest of her plan was pretty simple. Seeing as she now had access to all doors thanks to the amount of keys she had just snatched, along with those she accumulated over the weeks from those stupid guards, she... well, sounded the alarm. While they all came rushing towards the lounge, she made her way towards the exit, which she then crossed using a fog screen, since all exits were blocked after the alarm went off. The guards guarding the exits were much less terrified by the witch than the guys on the inside, but that also made them dumb enough to charge at the fog. To her, it was like avoiding a group of blind men. She had thought about setting the other prisoners free, but... she was too selfish for that. A riot would have been troublesome for her.
'Good job, Agi-nee. Next step, boatjacking.'