trans_9 | You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

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You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

Freedom, what a silly word.

No matter how free she was nothing changed. The constant creeping paranoia, every shadow a potential threat, every blind corner could be hiding an assassin.

But she wouldn't hide. She wouldn't cower! She had been cleaned up, though her hair still hung about her shoulders in untamed tresses of inky black shine.

This ship had to be explored, she had to know as much about it as she could. Knowledge was power and at the moment she felt particularly weak.

After so much time of being locked away, barely moving, not training. Her body had lost it's edge. Her strength and power had waned and she knew it.

Even if she wasn't aware the voices would never let her forget.

And so barefoot and looking lost in more ways then one the pale young girl slipped through the ship quietly watching, learning.

In time her strength would return.

And then the screams of those that had defied her would fill this ship.

Freedom had done wonders for her mood.

((OOC: So since she's just wandering about wherever you'd like to meet her just mention it in your post and we'll roll from there. ^_^ ))

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Azula had been answering this question a bit today though eventually she always slipped away.

"I've just been looking...where do you think is somewhere worth seeing?" That question had served her well so far.

"That probably depends on what you want right now. Do you want to do things? There are multiple departments for projects. If you want to learn, there is a Media Library that has information on thousands of subjects. On this level there's windows to let you see our passage between the dimensions, and an alien garden, and an art gallery that's supposed to be rather disturbing. Actually," she drew a long face for an instant, "I really haven't explored very much here either. I tend to get lost in my work."

She rummaged through the pockets of the grey military jacket that she was wearing over her plantsuit. "Would you like to borrow my comb? It's quite clean," she said, finding it and holding it out. She'd picked it up on Gondepetil to try and keep her own flyaway hair under control, with limited success.

Information was power...

"I think I'd like to see the library if you wouldn't mind." She wasn't in the mood to study yet, but in time she would have to if she wanted to arm herself properly.

She accepted the comb carefully, "Thank you...I've spoken with someone about some more...appropriate clothes. I'll at least look less like a failure in time." She began to comb her tangled mess wincing as it got caught again and again.

Knowledge shared was knowledge multiplied...and if Azula was from a time when high technology was no more than magic, there were all sorts of things she might be able to learn and bring back with her. Germ theory! Radios!

"The library's on this level, actually. It's probably different from most libraries you've seen. And I wouldn't mind at all," she smiled.

She watched Azula wrestle with her hair with a worried expression. "I don't have any hair oil, I'm afraid. Maybe if you tied it at the nape of your neck with some string, it wouldn't pull so hard?" Because the pulling would stop at the tie, of course. She started rummaging through her pockets, trying to find the shortest length of string she had. She didn't offer to hold the hair herself, or to comb it: some cultures held that hair was too personal to be touched. And she did not want to offend someone who could throw fire.

And frankly Azula was already suspicious of how helpful people were being today.

"Thank you." she accepted the string and after some fiddling managed to partially tame her hair. More effort would be required later.

She passed the comb back to Anwei "Do not imagine for a moment I don't know how to care for my hair...I've just fallen out of practice." A sharp defense thanks to her paranoia about what people were thinking and plotting behind smiles and soft warm eyes.

No reason to be suspicious of Anwei; she was helping out now, hoping to keep from being bothered in the future with questions. She would define this as 'laziness' actually. Walking Azula to the Media Library was no problem, and she had the feeling that exploring electronically stored media would not be intuitive for someone who thought of it as 'sorcery'.

"I used to have really long hair," she said, fingers brushing her shoulder as though remembering the weight of it. "I know how hard it is to take care of without the proper tools. You don't braid it up just one night, saying you'll get to it in the morning...and then in the morning you just shove it back and say you'll pick out the snarls later...and before you know it, it's just untamable." At least Azula's hair was partially tamed now.

"Or you spend who knows how long locked away in a cell with nothing to help care for it." Azula continued and sighed, "Once I had the finest oils and shampoos for my hair. And now look at it. I look like a peasant."

Vanity thy name was Azula.

"You're out now. And I don't think you look much like a peasant." For one thing, a peasant wouldn't be able to afford a plantsuit as sophisticated and useful as the ones they were wearing.

They entered the library, a large room dominated by the shelves of mobile data-pad devices and the massive crystal Translation Engine in the center.

"Here we are. Have you been using your omnicomm to look at maps and such? This is the same idea, except there's a lot more information in here. Text, music, moving pictures."

Azula nodded, "Zam taught me how to use the omnicomm." She examined the area with a sharp careful eye, unwilling to let even the smallest detail escape her. "How does it work?"

"Good for her." It was good to hear that Zam was actually going to do some watching-over of Azula, and helping her. And that Azula was willing to accept that help.

"Well. You can think of a book as a physical object, or as something that holds a certain amount of information. The idea of the Library is that it holds all of the information in the equivalent of its 'memory', and can send that information to those pads on the shelves, or to your omnicomm, or to the terminals here. And just like you search through the omnicomm to find maps or messages, you can search through the terminal to find any information in the Library." She touched the terminal screen and it came alight under her fingers.

"Go ahead," she invited.

Azula approached the terminal apprehensively and let her fingers stroke the screen curiously manipulating the menu carefully.

"And everything the ship has in its library is accessible through here? How extensive is it's collective knowledge?"

"Its knowledge is incredibly extensive; it has records from thousands upon thousands of worlds and universes. Not just historical information, but also fictional: recreations of real or imagined events that are so perfect that they look real - but they are still fiction. But...not everything is accessible."

She held up one hand as though to forestall any interruption. "When someone awakens on this ship, any specific records about them are hidden away. This is supposedly so they cannot be judged by their past acts, or by fictional recreations of their past acts; and also so that their weaknesses are not on display. So there will be no records of your world here, I think. But they are not lost. They are only - hidden."

Azula was quiet and felt a pang of frustration. She had wanted exactly that. To brush up on her own world before studying others.

"And plenty of information about our enemy I hope?"

"The information on the Ohm is rather vague, I'm afraid. The crew has fought to prevent them from leveling a world called Zokez II, and there was a recent battle in space. But - we've never actually communicated with them, that I know of. We don't know why they destroyed our worlds, or how. We don't know what they plan to do when they stop - or if they will ever stop."

She touched the terminal and it came alight with footage: black things that looked like living clusters of thorns swooped through space, pursued by other ships that spat light at them. "We have footage, we have some information from the Daligig - and we have many more questions than answers. What answers we have are here."

"This will do for now." Azula decided. Even a little information was better then none. "Are there hours this place is closed like a normal library? Or is the concept of time passing as difficult outside of the cell as it was inside?"

"I've never come here and had it be unavailable. There's a young lady who keeps things in order, Vivio Takamachi; you'll probably meet her eventually." Considering the next question, she drummed her fingers together in front of her, then pulled out her omnicomm.

"You're right that keeping track of time here is a problem. There's a program that Billy Cranston - he's the head of Engineering - created. It's a clock and calendar function that's accessible with any omnicomm. I find it very useful for scheduling my time, keeping track of what I've done and what is to come." She shows her own calendar, which plots out everything she is doing or will do in excruciating detail. "It's a big help."

"I will have to see about that as well then." Azula examined the calender and discovered not to her surprise that time was told differently on this ship from her world, as well as the passage of days.

"Gibberish." She muttered under her breath having meant to keep that inside, "I hardly know where to start." She didn't mean in the library but in general. After all as a princess her duties had been clear. Ambassador of the fire nation, symbol of hope and strength for the people.

Here she had all the time in the world and no guiding star.

Anwei seemed to detect the drift of the other's thoughts. "Start at the center. Start with yourself. What do you want to do, to learn, to teach? This ship can be a very dark place sometimes. People come here who have lost everything, and are told they have to fight in a war they know nothing of. You can help them win that war."

She gestured with her hands wide, as though encompassing the entire library, and the ship beyond. "Help them build weapons, or learn how to heal, or teach how to control fire - anything, you can be anything here. Anything you want, Azula." Anwei's eyes were a little too bright. She'd started over from scratch once, rebuilt herself - why not invite Azula to do the same?

Azula took in the words and narrowed her eyes as she focused on the concept.

Once she had, as a curiosity acted as a normal girl around fire nation teenagers who didn't know who she was. It had been an interesting experiment she didn't wish to repeat.

She wanted to go back to the only life she knew. A life of training and perfection. Of brilliance and respect.

She may have been a monster, but it was all she knew.

"I need to build my strength again. My abilities have dulled from my extended imprisonment." She was speaking softly unable to meet Anwei's eyes.

She shrugged, either not noticing or not caring about Azula's averted gaze. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, after all. "I was stranded for a year on Earth before I came here - many of my own skills needed to be worked on after I arrived. And keeping in top condition is very important to many people here. If you're looking for physical exercise, you should have no trouble finding partners at your own level, or higher if you want to extend yourself, or learn new combat skills."

A hesitant look came into her eyes. "I'm afraid I know nothing about training to control fire. And I am guessing that the people from your world might be - wary, about training with you?"

"No." Her answer was sharp and decisive, the only two people who were from her world that she could train with for fire bending were her brother and the Avatar.

"I won't allow it. Not from them. Think they can pity me, lord their strength over me after I came so close to destroying them all." She brought her eyes back up but was looking into empty space. "I killed him once you know, the Avatar. As dead as dead could be. But he came back. Don't ask me how..." She ran her fingers through her hair a second and third time looking on the verge of another break.

"Everything would have been so much easier if he had just stayed dead."

"I don't think the universe ever is easy," she replied, letting her weight roll back onto her heels a little. Just in case she needed to duck, and jump. "The universe always seems ready to present us with something new and difficult and tailored just for us."

Although the only resurrection she'd even seen had been a sad event, quickly ended. Not very relevant to the angry young man at the Council meeting.

"Things aren't easy here. It's a hard place to try and get your bearings." At least she had known computers and spaceships; Azula must have felt totally lost. "But you can, and grow strong, in mind and body and talent. Recover what you have lost, and then surpass yourself. And you'll have help, if you want, if you ask."

Help...the great manipulator Azula asking for help like a common peasant. Pathetic.

But if she could swallow her pride and tolerate these others, she could learn things she never would have learned at home. And she had no doubt that Zuko may have learned SOME new things...but not nearly enough.

"You're right." She forced herself to relax again slowly, muscle by muscle unwinding.

"I need help." In so many ways.

How long had this woman been here - two months? And already she had recovered enough strength to know she needed help. Oh, it would be wonderful if there was nothing wrong with her that decent nutrition and rest wouldn't cure.

"All right. Start at the center: start with you, Princess Azula. You have shelter, you have food and water, you have protection as best we can give it. And you want to build your strength back, and learn about our enemies. What else you you need? I can help you, or you can ask others if you want. The worst they can say is 'I don't know' or 'No'."

What did she need?

Her home.

Her title.

Her servants.

Her friends.

Her father...

As each of these things drifted through her mind she began to tense up again doing her best to keep control.

Plans swirled and formed and fell apart in her head faster and faster. Plots to seize power, schemes to murder and maim and crush people under her boot. She needed information, she needed time. She needed...

...to slow down. She felt lightheaded again. The voices were starting once more.

You need a doctor.

You need a padded cell!

You need to die.

you need love.

"I need...to focus..." She grunted visibly struggling once again, her eyes closed tight and her teeth clenched, "One thing, at a time." She let out her breath slowly and forced her muscles to unwind. "Nothing complicated, nothing..." She finally managed to open her eyes again once the moment had passed.

"Perhaps something to help me...relax. Clear my mind."

What had she done back home to clear her mind? Being pamepered was always nice. Having her hair brushed and her nails tended too. Soothing bathes...the topic of water still made her heart skip a beat.

You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

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