[Underground. They'd been underground the entire time. Once they emerged from the futuristic bunker - one that, according to the notes they found, was inspired by Zoey's world's technology but not exactly like it - the smell of sulfur hit them like a ton of bricks. They pathway was lined by magma and water oozing on the left and right side, respectively, the heat rising and drenching everyone with sweat.
There was a sign at end of the hallway, carved into the very rock, its characters close to indecipherable to everyone. Save one person. Maybe two. For them, the sign was all too easy to read.
BOILING ROCK.
Up a dark set of stairs. And, into a giant, circular, metal room, unlike any that had or should have existed in that world. Upon the survivors entering the darkened room, it lights up. Blue fire shoots up through a small vent which encircles the obsidian podiums - all decorated with the banners of the Fire Nation - and the doors to potential freedom clang shut. There are no windows. No light save the fire.
No escape.
She sits in a throne on a sufficiently-raised platform above the center of the podiums, dressed in the regal finery of a Fire Lord. The colors, however, are black and white along with red; her knot is perfectly put into coif with a Monobear comb, her bangs perfectly even on both sides. Flanking her is Monobear, a suspended cage with a very angry von Strangle, and a group of cloaked figures, strange masks on their faces, sitting cross-legged with perfect even numbers to each side of Monobear and the cage.
Azula | Avatar The Last Airbender
There was a sign at end of the hallway, carved into the very rock, its characters close to indecipherable to everyone. Save one person. Maybe two. For them, the sign was all too easy to read.
BOILING ROCK.
Up a dark set of stairs. And, into a giant, circular, metal room, unlike any that had or should have existed in that world. Upon the survivors entering the darkened room, it lights up. Blue fire shoots up through a small vent which encircles the obsidian podiums - all decorated with the banners of the Fire Nation - and the doors to potential freedom clang shut. There are no windows. No light save the fire.
No escape.
She sits in a throne on a sufficiently-raised platform above the center of the podiums, dressed in the regal finery of a Fire Lord. The colors, however, are black and white along with red; her knot is perfectly put into coif with a Monobear comb, her bangs perfectly even on both sides. Flanking her is Monobear, a suspended cage with a very angry von Strangle, and a group of cloaked figures, strange masks on their faces, sitting cross-legged with perfect even numbers to each side of Monobear and the cage.
But the Mastermind is in the center.
Azula wouldn't want it any other way.]
Excellent.
Now, the fun part begins.
[START]