And now for something completely different

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So I've been working on this fic, with the premise that it was much more than 100 years between the time Aang was frozen and the time Katara and Sokka found him. So we have the same characters, and there's still bending, but the level of technology is at the level of present-day Earth.

And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.

BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.

Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.

Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.

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The Price of Failure (3/3)

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She waited for a moment to regain her composure and to force warmth into her numb limbs so that she could stop shivering.

She strode out of the house, casually setting fire to walls and carpets as she exited. “It was a trap,” she told her father. “The waterbender was waiting.”

He gave her a look that was at once weary and angry. “And?”

“There were two earthbenders,” she said. And then, making sure to keep her tone casual- “I killed them both. But it wasn't clean.” She shot another jet pf fire at the house. “The waterbender escaped.” She didn't spend time hoping that the earthbenders would make as clean an escape as they were planning. They wouldn't. She'd only bought herself a little while, until someone looked through the wreckage and wrote a newspaper article that mentioned no bodies were there.

He looked at her for a moment, as though sizing up her words. Then he gave her a nod and turned to walk away.

When she woke up the next morning, Ty Lee was gone, and all her father did when she asked him where she'd gone was raise one eyebrow and say: “Where do you think she went?”

She thought of Ty Lee, locked away in one of the buildings they kept benders in so that her father could go and take their bending. Or one of the ones where they kept witnesses who were too important to kill but too dangerous to let free. None of them were good places for Ty Lee, who needed big spaces to practice her gymnastics in, and who couldn't stand staying still for more than a moment.

There was a dangerous look in her father's eyes, though, so all Azula said was: “I guess she couldn't handle the pressure. She must have run off.”

She walked to her room, and sat, and watched her hands clench and unclench as though they belonged to someone else, and wondered why there was a sick hollow feeling in her stomach, and why all of her ability to craft cunning plans had abandoned her when that she needed it the most.