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midnightmissiles
Princess of Memes, Shitposts, and Puns
21.1; Glimpse into the Future; Toph Beifong
The waiting room was uncomfortable. They gave me a little stool to sit on, but it was too short even for me. It bothered me more that they put a mirror in front of me. I can tell it's a mirror from the way they looked into the surface, expecting to see my face, but why the spirits would they expect a blind gal like me would want a mirror?
The mirror was decked with bedazzling pieces; there was a light atop, a bunch of powders and creams, the sort of shit made from cow hippo shit (the top rank shit of shits) in all sorts of containers on the table before me, and there was a flimsy gal who fussed all over my face and hair. She sorta reminded me of mom, in a way, no doubt painting my face to look like a clown, but in the darkest, secretest part of my heart, I thought I might have enjoyed the attention, if only a little and never tell nobody, you fuckwits.
The clamoring outside dimmed after a while, though I could never get used to this sort of shit. I was Master Chief Beifong, 05 117, and I had spent the last two years crushing insurgents and imperial scum. Even if I could see that there was nothing around each corner, I couldn't help but expect there was someone—behind the curtains, around the corner, outside of the studio halls...
It was giving the jitters, even if the Commander had said everyone was safe. If there was one thing you learned on the field, it was to trust the Commander.
She made mistakes like anyone else, but some times, it was like she had a whole committee of people in that head of hers; she'd always have the right choices in mind and the best plans for action. But she also said we ought to question our superiors, that there was no such thing as a superior who never gave a wrong command, well, here we were.
Spirits damned, how long were they going to keep me here? I shuffled my ass on my stool again. There's some five thousand people outside in this rally—the first of many—and they won't stop their goddamn clapping. I was getting flash backs to enemy earthbenders doing the 'thunderclap' (a form of area-of-effect smashing of earth that disrupted footing). It wasn't even the first time and I was getting used to it, but it was damned uncomfortable.
"This is a first," The Commander always had a way of sneaking up on me. I thought it was something to do with her being the supposed Avatar—third rule of the Inquisition, you don't mention that the Commander could be the Avatar—but if I wasn't the obedient soldier that I was, I would have done something stupid, like call her 'twinkle toes' or some silly nickname. The Commander peered over my shoulder, but she didn't comment on my face, caked with powders. "You aren't out somewhere causing a ruckus, Toph."
I snorted, "I'm not that bad."
The Commander was always a bit too touchy-feely for my tastes, but the other girls always said it was her way of showing affection. So she was showing she cared now, fuck off. Weird assholes always spread weird rumors about our girls, but that's just like us saying that the men are screwing around behind closed doors. It wouldn't happen, s'all I'm saying. The Commander straightened my dress here and there, helped me with my fucking hair, and smiled down at me, "There. You look the proper lady."
"Look, but I ain't talking like one," I had enough of that shit from dad and his army of tutors back when I was a kid. I didn't need it now, though if the Commander pushed, I would give in.
Please don't push, Commander.
Seemed like she knew I was praying, because she chortled, "I'm not asking you to be someone you are not. You are here to tell the crowd who you are, what you believe it. Just remember the coaching I practiced with you."
"You know how awkward that is?" I bemoaned. It was one of my guilty pleasures; hell, it was probably all of our guilty pleasures. Who got to complain about shit to the Commander? She literally moved heaven and earth, and you could be sure as hell that she was going to be the ruler of the world before she's twenty. All the girls said so. Usually, you got a 'suggestions box', and that's good and all, but talking to the mythical, legendary Commander herself? Priceless, was what it was. "Do I gotta stare into their faces? I can't even fucking see 'em."
Her hand reached kinda low for a thing or whatever, but it seemed appropriate. Couldn't fix this damned dress without tying up all those knots. "You know people will feel uncomfortable if they can't see your face. Look at them, talk to them. Even if you are arguing with that man, he isn't why you are here."
"I know, I know, but I don't see why I got to do it." I actually did know, but you ever get the feeling of having your Glorious Leader comfort you? Fucking hell, it's a great feeling. I could get drunk on this. Not that I drank, for the record; I'm a clean girl, fuck you very much. "He's an exiled noble from Fire Nation Capital, why is he even in the race?"
I knew the reason too, but the Commander answered me anyway, while brushing my hair. Oh yesss... that felt nice. "All are equal before the law, even if the law is derived and empowered by me. Now, do you remember how you're going to be talk to the people?"
I rolled my eyes. I ain't a kid, damn it. "Sound bites, since we're being broadcast through out the whole colony."
"Good, you can parrot me. Now do you know what that means?" She asked. I thought she was done with this pampering by now, but then she started putting pins and shit in my hair. Ugh.
I rolled my eyes again. "Yes, it's for making my self-image resonate."
"Good," She backed off.
Finally! "Finally!" I stood up awkwardly, I couldn't help it, these trashy traditional dresses were too restricting for my legs. "I'll be back before you know it, Commander."
"Go get 'em," She still treated me like a kid, even smacked me forward. She was so caring, so nice, it was hard to imagine how she was when I first met her. It was hard to connect this image of the Commander to the girl who ran all the two-faced merchants of Gaoling into the ground and into the arms of the rebellion, before putting them all down like dogs, and telling everyone else to shape up. There were no executions, and not even any of the education camps of the other colonies, but a lot more happened in the background. A lot of shady shit happened, but nobody was killed and no one even fucking disappeared. When I last asked how she pacified the region with any executions, she just laughed.
Well, what was that the Commander used to say? Something about using love and fear. Fuck if I remember. Right, it didn't matter anyway. I'm just Master Chief Beifong, war hero and shit, but over all a simple girl. Sure, I might be the greatest earthbender ever, but that ain't why people will vote for me. Maybe. Probably.
"Go on," She said.
"I'm going, I'm going." I hobbled over to the stage, gave them a dazzling, practiced smile, and took my place at my podium. "Hey all, I'm just a simple earthbending girl, and I'm here to make sure you get what you deserve..."
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Notes: I'm done. I don't wanna write anymore, momma...
The waiting room was uncomfortable. They gave me a little stool to sit on, but it was too short even for me. It bothered me more that they put a mirror in front of me. I can tell it's a mirror from the way they looked into the surface, expecting to see my face, but why the spirits would they expect a blind gal like me would want a mirror?
The mirror was decked with bedazzling pieces; there was a light atop, a bunch of powders and creams, the sort of shit made from cow hippo shit (the top rank shit of shits) in all sorts of containers on the table before me, and there was a flimsy gal who fussed all over my face and hair. She sorta reminded me of mom, in a way, no doubt painting my face to look like a clown, but in the darkest, secretest part of my heart, I thought I might have enjoyed the attention, if only a little and never tell nobody, you fuckwits.
The clamoring outside dimmed after a while, though I could never get used to this sort of shit. I was Master Chief Beifong, 05 117, and I had spent the last two years crushing insurgents and imperial scum. Even if I could see that there was nothing around each corner, I couldn't help but expect there was someone—behind the curtains, around the corner, outside of the studio halls...
It was giving the jitters, even if the Commander had said everyone was safe. If there was one thing you learned on the field, it was to trust the Commander.
She made mistakes like anyone else, but some times, it was like she had a whole committee of people in that head of hers; she'd always have the right choices in mind and the best plans for action. But she also said we ought to question our superiors, that there was no such thing as a superior who never gave a wrong command, well, here we were.
Spirits damned, how long were they going to keep me here? I shuffled my ass on my stool again. There's some five thousand people outside in this rally—the first of many—and they won't stop their goddamn clapping. I was getting flash backs to enemy earthbenders doing the 'thunderclap' (a form of area-of-effect smashing of earth that disrupted footing). It wasn't even the first time and I was getting used to it, but it was damned uncomfortable.
"This is a first," The Commander always had a way of sneaking up on me. I thought it was something to do with her being the supposed Avatar—third rule of the Inquisition, you don't mention that the Commander could be the Avatar—but if I wasn't the obedient soldier that I was, I would have done something stupid, like call her 'twinkle toes' or some silly nickname. The Commander peered over my shoulder, but she didn't comment on my face, caked with powders. "You aren't out somewhere causing a ruckus, Toph."
I snorted, "I'm not that bad."
The Commander was always a bit too touchy-feely for my tastes, but the other girls always said it was her way of showing affection. So she was showing she cared now, fuck off. Weird assholes always spread weird rumors about our girls, but that's just like us saying that the men are screwing around behind closed doors. It wouldn't happen, s'all I'm saying. The Commander straightened my dress here and there, helped me with my fucking hair, and smiled down at me, "There. You look the proper lady."
"Look, but I ain't talking like one," I had enough of that shit from dad and his army of tutors back when I was a kid. I didn't need it now, though if the Commander pushed, I would give in.
Please don't push, Commander.
Seemed like she knew I was praying, because she chortled, "I'm not asking you to be someone you are not. You are here to tell the crowd who you are, what you believe it. Just remember the coaching I practiced with you."
"You know how awkward that is?" I bemoaned. It was one of my guilty pleasures; hell, it was probably all of our guilty pleasures. Who got to complain about shit to the Commander? She literally moved heaven and earth, and you could be sure as hell that she was going to be the ruler of the world before she's twenty. All the girls said so. Usually, you got a 'suggestions box', and that's good and all, but talking to the mythical, legendary Commander herself? Priceless, was what it was. "Do I gotta stare into their faces? I can't even fucking see 'em."
Her hand reached kinda low for a thing or whatever, but it seemed appropriate. Couldn't fix this damned dress without tying up all those knots. "You know people will feel uncomfortable if they can't see your face. Look at them, talk to them. Even if you are arguing with that man, he isn't why you are here."
"I know, I know, but I don't see why I got to do it." I actually did know, but you ever get the feeling of having your Glorious Leader comfort you? Fucking hell, it's a great feeling. I could get drunk on this. Not that I drank, for the record; I'm a clean girl, fuck you very much. "He's an exiled noble from Fire Nation Capital, why is he even in the race?"
I knew the reason too, but the Commander answered me anyway, while brushing my hair. Oh yesss... that felt nice. "All are equal before the law, even if the law is derived and empowered by me. Now, do you remember how you're going to be talk to the people?"
I rolled my eyes. I ain't a kid, damn it. "Sound bites, since we're being broadcast through out the whole colony."
"Good, you can parrot me. Now do you know what that means?" She asked. I thought she was done with this pampering by now, but then she started putting pins and shit in my hair. Ugh.
I rolled my eyes again. "Yes, it's for making my self-image resonate."
"Good," She backed off.
Finally! "Finally!" I stood up awkwardly, I couldn't help it, these trashy traditional dresses were too restricting for my legs. "I'll be back before you know it, Commander."
"Go get 'em," She still treated me like a kid, even smacked me forward. She was so caring, so nice, it was hard to imagine how she was when I first met her. It was hard to connect this image of the Commander to the girl who ran all the two-faced merchants of Gaoling into the ground and into the arms of the rebellion, before putting them all down like dogs, and telling everyone else to shape up. There were no executions, and not even any of the education camps of the other colonies, but a lot more happened in the background. A lot of shady shit happened, but nobody was killed and no one even fucking disappeared. When I last asked how she pacified the region with any executions, she just laughed.
Well, what was that the Commander used to say? Something about using love and fear. Fuck if I remember. Right, it didn't matter anyway. I'm just Master Chief Beifong, war hero and shit, but over all a simple girl. Sure, I might be the greatest earthbender ever, but that ain't why people will vote for me. Maybe. Probably.
"Go on," She said.
"I'm going, I'm going." I hobbled over to the stage, gave them a dazzling, practiced smile, and took my place at my podium. "Hey all, I'm just a simple earthbending girl, and I'm here to make sure you get what you deserve..."
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Notes: I'm done. I don't wanna write anymore, momma...
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