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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She didn't made it away cleanly. She packed her bag in the night, and walked down to the back door. The key was gone from the deadbolt, though, and when she fumbled for the light switch, she was reminded that the light by the door had been burned out for the past week.

And then she turned, and her father was waiting for her, in the shadows.

“You're a perversion,” he said, when she said nothing to him. “I thought you- my own daughter- you might have been strong enough to stand the bending. I was wrong.”

“It isn't a demon,” Azula said, slowly, as though her father were very dim. “It's a talent.”

In the glint of light that came through to door in the window, she could just make out her father's eyes. There wasn't any sanity in them. Not at this moment. Not even any anger. She couldn't see anything at all in them, really, and being unable to read him was unsettling.

She readied her hands to make fire. If he came at her to take her bending, he wouldn't get it easily.

“You're the perversion,” she said, without any particular venom. This was her father, and he was as skilled at reading and manipulating people as she was. Better, maybe. It was best to give him as little ammunition as possible. “I've felt what you do to people, and it isn't... clean.”

(Azula knew about dirtiness. She'd known about it since the day she killed her mother. She'd seen it when she watched her father take a burning stick to her brother's eye, and she'd never forget what it was like.

She was a monster because she didn't care, not because she didn't understand.)

He laughed at her then, and Azula looked for an opening. She could try to break through and run for the front door, but she didn't want to turn her back on him. She couldn't see him well, in this dim lighting, but she thought his hand was in a pocket. It was possible he had a gun or some other weapon, and she had no doubts that he would shoot her, if she took her eyes off him for a second.

Well, there was one way to see if he was holding anything, and end this standoff. She let fire blossom from her fingertips.

She had only a fraction of a second to see the flash of steel. She managed half a step backwards in that time, and ended up flat against the door behind her. The retreat was enough to save her from a slash across the neck, but as her hands instinctively came up to shield her face, the knife caught her across her right arm. The pain made her hiss, but she kicked at him and knocked him back.

Her father was strong, but he hadn't spent years training in martial arts. He'd been focused on other skills. Azula was smaller than him, but she was by far the better equipped to fight. Once he was down, she gave him a few swift kicks and made sure he wouldn't get up again. Not dead, because Ty Lee was picky about dating murderers. But unconscious. Then she calmly melted the deadbolt from the door and walked out.

It annoyed her, that her plan had worked out so badly. Hopefully the next part would go better.