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hiatus notice!
so i haven’t been around much lately, and it’s mainly been because i started college and haven’t really had time to keep up with rp. now i’m going to take a week long hiatus, because i know i need to take some time away from rp and focus on school and my social life here. i’ll come back on october 3rd and take care of whatever replies i owe and hopefully revive my muse for rg. for now though, i’ll see you all in a week~
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war is cruel. no one is unaffected when the whole world is at war, not even innocent children, and joy has been harshly reminded of that fact today. she watches the funeral service in front of her, holding tightly to yuna’s hand.
she thinks about how lucky the girl is to even get a funeral. joy knows that the only reason she gets this little service is because she somehow managed to make friends with one of the princesses of duur. joy was actually a little surprised to find out that they had even let a princess come out here to an active war zone, but she knows better than to question it aloud. she’s glad the princess is here -- the girl deserved a nice funeral like this, and joy knows that she wouldn’t have gotten one had the princess not met her.
the ceremony is short -- even though a princess wanted it to happen, no one has time to spend too long mourning one child. there are more people who need help -- people who are still alive. neither the world or the war are going to stop because one little girl died, and that might be the saddest part of this whole thing: this is probably the most remembrance anyone who dies in this war is ever going to get.
as the service ends, joy kneels in front of yuna, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. both of them got as dressed up for this as they could, which essentially entailed nothing more than wearing their cleanest clothes and making sure their hair was brushed well. “how you doing, tiger?” she asks.
yuna stays silent for a second, staring at the ground between her feet and joy’s. then she looks up and meets joy’s eyes, a tiny crease resting between her eyebrows. “can i meet the princess?” she says, and joy blinks. she certainly didn’t expect that, though she probably should have.
“i’ll see what i can do. come on, let’s see if we can find her,” she responds, straightening up and taking yuna’s hand once more. it actually doesn’t take long to find the princess, standing next to the fresh grave with a couple men standing around her, glaring at joy. she assumes that they’re her guard, and her grip on yuna’s hand tightens ever so slightly as she eyes them nervously. she clears her throat, though, trying to get the princess’s attention.
{{ Ocean }} w. open
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The sea. Fascinating in its appearance, indescribable to Sophie who knew so little of words and so much of emotions she didn’t understand. Her eyes remained wide, captured by the beauty of the clashing waves breaking against the shore, water droplets reflected in the sun as they fall back when the waves hit the rocks. The sand beneath her feet felt familiar and welcoming, inviting her to linger, to remain here and soak in a momentary illusion of peace.
It should have unsettled her, a soldier, a war machine, created solely for the purpose of destroying but in contrary- the young woman felt at ease. The soft ocean breeze in her hair, the smell of salt water and the sun enveloping her form gently so; Sophie felt human almost. It made her wonder if perhaps beyond the suffering, the training and the war if there was a place for her beyond these times.
If she wasn’t to fall and die by the time the war was over.
Then she wondered what it would be like and suddenly felt hollow. All she had ever known was how to defend, how to attack and how to win. Two years among the civilization weren’t enough to make her understand why soldiers laughed when one of them said “we’re all going to die anyway”. Sarcasm, someone had told her but Sophie hadn’t understood. She also didn’t understand why women and men alike seemed to persuade the goal of creating a family. Didn’t they have one already? Or had they been murdered just like Sophie’s had been?
She didn’t understand.
Could she live in a world like that?
Still at ease but gradually falling into a pit of frustration about her lack of understanding, the young female hugged onto her knees and exhaled a deep sigh. Would she ever be human enough for this world?
Sometimes Joy just needs to escape. She just needs to get away from the army, from the battle plans and violence and war. She knows that she can’t escape completely -- there’s been no escape from the war since it began ten years ago. No matter where she goes, no matter how hard she tries to hide, the war will eventually catch up with her.
She doesn’t want to leave, though. She’d much rather stand her ground and fight than run away scared. If the war is going to follow her wherever she goes, then she may as well try her hardest to end it.
But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t get sick of being in the army all the time, because she does. She’s thankful that they’re camped near the ocean right now, for with the sea so close the smell of it and sound of the waves are soothing and relaxing for her. She finds that she can’t seem to find sleep while she’s just lying in her tent, though, so she gets up and walks to the edge of camp, then leaves it with a nod to the night guard. She continues walking until she reaches the beach, and notices someone else already sitting in the sand.
Joy thinks for a moment about what to do, whether to leave the other alone to their thoughts or to join them, since they both seem to have come here to think. However, she finds her feet moving before she’s even fully decided, and she ends up sitting down on the sand next to the other girl.
When she glances over, she blinks as she recognizes the other’s profile: she’s one of the viikate. Honestly, the elite troop has always intimidated Joy a little, especially considering that if she hadn’t found her air bending master when she did, she might have been one of them. Usually she just sees the viikate as elite soldiers, war machines created by the royals and programmed without any sign of feeling or emotion. At times like this, though, Joy is reminded of the fact that these soldiers are, just like her, more than what the war has turned them into.
Before the war, before they were trained and turned into the machines they are today, the viikate were just kids, kids who had probably just lost their homes and families to the fire nation’s sudden attack. Joy looks away from the girl after just a couple seconds, instead resting her chin on her knees and staring out over the water. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She asks, her voice soft. She imagines it appearing as a little pink cloud on the ocean breeze, being carried on the wind toward the other, part of it landing in the girl’s ear while the rest simply drifts past, a little piece of Joy carried away on the wind.
headcanon !
it took joy a long time to master blood bending. she initially found out about it in elv, and she told herself then that she didn’t ever want to take away someone else’s free will for the sake of her own power. however, in the badlands she discovered that it was rather useful. she started out only using it on animals, to make hunting (which was already difficult, as animals in the badlands are rare and already difficult to kill) a bit easier. her first time using it on a human didn’t come until her first real battle as a soldier, when her instincts took over and she started doing whatever she could to survive. but now, she knows other strategies to keep herself alive, and she doesn’t ever let herself use blood bending unless she has no other options at all. even if they are her enemies, she doesn’t want to stoop to the level of taking away others’ free will unless she absolutely has to.
crossfire.
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joy hates this. she’s facing almost certain death at the hands of the enemy’s army, and she won’t even get the luxury of an honorable death. she won’t die fighting for her people and country. she’ll have her throat slit while she sleeps, or be burned alive, or be beaten to death, or something of that nature. no one in the coalition will ever know what happened to her -- she’ll become just another soldier who was missing in action. she went off on a scouting mission and never returned, and that’s all they’ll ever know.
but maybe not.
from the way aeron talked in the cave, it seems like he’s going to protect her, help her keep her identity a secret. he might even help her get out of here safely, but that’s where joy is confused. why the hell would he do that? she’s a lieutenant in his enemy’s army, and on top of that, she’s a cuspian. the two of them are on opposite sides of a war that’s been dividing their cultures for ten long years. by all normal logic, he should want her dead. so why is he helping her disguise himself? joy can’t get that thought off her mind as the suryan soldiers escort them away from the crevasse, though once they enter the camp she finds that she has other things to worry about.
the suryan camp is huge. she tries not to let any emotion show on her face as she looks around, though in her head she’s thinking that if she ever makes it out of here, she’ll definitely have a lot to share with her superiors about what she can see here. but then, she also doesn’t think she has much chance of getting out alive. maybe she’ll somehow be able to find a way to send a message to helicity or yuriy or someone in the coalition, but she knows there’s not much chance of that either. as she looks around at all the soldiers practicing firebending and sharpening their weapons, all she can do is pray that those she cares about will survive the next battle, even if she knows that she won’t.
the prince walks quickly, dragging joy along by his tight grip on her wrist. she follows closely, pointedly avoiding eye contact with all the other soldiers. even if the prince’s suryan robes, she still feels like she sticks out like a sore thumb -- her hair, her gait, her entire being is about as opposite from these people as she can get. she keeps her head down as much as she can, but also makes sure she doesn’t miss out on this opportunity to learn the layout of the enemy camp.
they enter a tent that she can only assume is aeron’s, and she hesitates near the entrance as he drops her wrist. she’s looking around at her new surroundings when his words surprise her. she raises an eyebrow, a teasing response leaving her lips before she can even think about it, though she makes sure to keep her voice down -- she can’t have anyone overhearing her tempestade accent. “the butcher is apologizing for being rough with me? if that was rough, then i wonder how you got your nickname,” she says, though as she does, her eyes fall on the battle ax sitting on the ground near the bed. joy’s jaw tightens as she averts her gaze, thinking that saying that was probably stupid, but she’s going to die anyway, right? so what does it matter?
aeron talking about his plan to get her out snaps joy out of her thoughts once again, and she looks at him, incredulous. as soon as he tells her to start asking questions, she begins, stepping away from the entrance as she does, just in case someone happens to be walking by outside. “what the hell are you doing?” she demands. “why are you protecting me, why do you want to get me out of here? you’re supposed to want me dead. you’re the butcher, you’re supposed to want everyone dead. so why haven’t you killed me yet? why are you risking yourself to help the enemy?”
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everyone wants to be special. we dream of our big moments, when we’ll be redeemed and forgiven, when the whole world will know our names, when we’ll save everyone and be widely celebrated for years to come.
everyone wants to be a hero, though only a select few actually make it to the top, to the point of people recognizing their heroism and celebrating them for it. most of us are left behind, simply extras in the hero’s story, just people waiting to be saved, even though everyone’s always daydreaming about being the hero themselves.
╰ take flight ╯hyelim, joy, sam
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“What are you planning to do?” she asks after silence stretches between the trio for a long time, because she can’t help herself, and part of her already feels concern for the wellbeing of this boy, despite him being a practical stranger. It’s a question to Joy too, she supposes, though they already discussed a plan of traveling north to escape, and Hyelim has made it clear that she intends to make it to Tempestade eventually.
She knows that plans are only temporary in the terror of the Badlands, but some idea of the future can’t hurt; it’s the only way she knows to cling to hope.
{ … }
He pauses in his delicate craft of crude reptile butchery. Her question tumbles around in a young brain shaped by the winds of dust storms and the blood of the massacred and ends up nowhere that makes sense. He has no answer because he has no understanding of the question whatsoever, and it shows in the blank, innocent, curious way he blinks back at her in response. A tiny sneeze sounds from Mano, who’s taken to prowling around Sam’s pack instead.
“Planning…to do?” Repeating the words out loud does nothing for his comprehension, almost as if they aren’t words at all. He has no plans, except to survive. The thought’s never even occurred to him. His eye flicker to Joy as if for clarification, before landing back on the original source of the question. “I don’t understand.”
Joy hugs her knees to her chest and rests her chin on top of them, her hands clutching her filthy cloak around herself. Even under the cloak and sitting near the fire, though, she still shivers. She’s a little worried that she’s getting sick, though she won’t say anything about it yet. It’s probably nothing -- just her body reacting badly to the amount of work she makes it do every day, and with limited meals at best.
She doesn’t want to tell Hyelim about it, because she wants to try to be optimistic, wants to believe that it’s just exhaustion and stress. Besides, there’s no point in telling Hyelim and making her worry unnecessarily, for if it really is just exhaustion then there’s nothing to worry about, and if she actually is sick then there’s probably no hope for her anyway. There’s no point in voicing her concerns aloud if there’s no certainty behind them.
She’s thankful that they somehow partnered up with a firebender today, though -- well, more accurately, he’s a cuspian like them, but one of his elements is fire. She and Hyelim still struggle with building fires themselves, so it feels wonderful to have the warmth crackling in front of them as the nightly chill starts to set in.
Joy stares almost unblinkingly into the fire, thinking about how she’s so reliant on this element that tore apart not only her life, but the lives of so many others as well. This is the element that killed her family, that destroyed her village, that trapped her in this forsaken land. Yet she still huddles around it, still relies on it for warmth and life.
She suddenly wants to move away, to completely reject the element that tore apart her entire world several times over, but she doesn’t, because she knows she would die without it, and she absolutely hates that thought.
Hyelim’s words pull her out of her thoughts, and she looks up, blinking between the other two’s faces. It takes her a moment to process what Hyelim actually said, and when she does she looks to the boy, figuring the question was directed at him since Hyelim already knows what Joy’s plan is.
She sees that the boy is confused, and Joy tries to help him out, tugging the cloak tighter around her shoulders as she speaks. “Like, what do you want to do to get out of here? And when you do, where do you want to go?” She knows that the ‘when’ sounds far too optimistic for the Badlands, but with the day she’s had she thinks she and probably everyone else could use a little optimism, even if they all know it’s jut false hope.
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Human beings are never more frightening than when they are convinced beyond doubt that they are right.
Laurens Van Der Post, The Lost World of the Kalahari
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
joy scowls at the male standing nearby. “not if i have anything to say about it,” she mutters, closing her eyes and trying to gather the air around her to allow herself to jump high enough to escape the crevasse she’s landed in.
she soon gives up, though, stumbling backwards until she’s leaning against the rocky wall. she pants heavily, sweat beading on her forehead. she’s too tired to bend now, after using all her energy trying to run from the very person she’s stuck in here with.
she had been leading a small group of scouts, trying to figure out the location of the suryan army. they had succeeded, and ended up with pursuers from the army: including one of the princes himself. joy was separated from the rest of her group, and the prince split off from his own to chase her. with the help of his bending, he gained on her and cornered her at the edge of this crevasse, and while the two of them fought, the edge of the cliff they were standing on collapsed under them, sending them both tumbling into this hole.
joy has met this particular prince several times before, mostly on the battlefield. they’ve fought one on one several times before, though almost every time joy has had to run away because she ran out of energy for her bending. aeron is part of the reason she’s been training so much and pushing herself so hard: she wants to expand her limits and make it possible to fight for longer, to maybe have a chance at actually beating him instead of having to run and hide.
now, joy gives up again, slumping down the wall until she’s sitting on the ground and looking up at the fire prince. “fine. i give up. go ahead and kill me.”
aeron raises his brows at her. “why would i kill you? then i’d just be alone and bored.”
“what, and you don’t want to entertain yourself by killing me? i thought that was your thing -- killing people slowly for fun. or are the rumors i’ve heard not true?” she asks, a teasing lilt in her voice. the two of them have always teased each other a lot, even since the first time they met, while they were fighting to the death.
“it almost sounds like you want me to kill you, princess,” aeron replies without missing a beat.
joy shrugs. “i mean, i’d like to stay alive for as long as possible, but i know i’m probably going to die soon anyway. we are in a war, after all. and especially since i’m a cuspian, i accepted a long time ago that i’m going to die young,” she says, and although she sounds flippant about it, her eyes betray the sadness she feels about knowing her life is probably going to be cut short. “and i’m not a princess, by the way.”
aeron stares at her for a moment, then smirks and turns away, looking up at the opening above their heads. “i know you’re not.”
“I think we need to talk.”
joy straightens up at the sound of her superior’s voice, quickly wiping the sweat from her forehead before dropping her hand to her side and standing at attention. “sir?”
“at ease,” the first lieutenant says automatically, and joy allows her shoulders to slump, physically displaying how tired she actually is. “you’ve been doing a lot of extra training lately, joy.”
joy blinks, then looks down at the ground and shrugs. “i guess so. i need to practice, though, right?”
“yes, but that doesn’t mean you need to push yourself to the limit every night. you might be doing more harm than good like this, actually.”
joy sighs, running a hand through her tangled hair. “i’m fine,” she says, though she knows it’s not true. she can feel her hand and her knees trembling from exhaustion, and she knows he’s right: she needs a break. she just doesn’t want to admit it. “i have to be fine. you know why. we need to win this war, misha,” she says, uncharacteristically using his name as she meets his eyes, determination and anger flaring in her own.
“this isn’t the way to do it. the practice schedule is set up the way it is for a reason -- so that you can have plenty of time to recharge and recover your strength before the next one. if you keep doing this extra training, you’ll end up with no energy left. i want to win the war as much as you do, but we need to be smart about it.”
he stares at her for a moment longer, then sighs. “come on, let’s go back to the camp. that’s an order.”
joy scowls as she follows, though she’s silently thankful he came out to talk some sense into her. although she won’t admit it, she knows she needs rest, and she actually can’t wait to get back to her bed.
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& the unbalance - jungah + joy,
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aside from those designated to keep watch, there isn’t a single soul in sight. she must had been out training much longer than planned, for the meeting had already started. arms crossed over the chest and fingers rubbing her exposed arms to fight off the cold, her feet lead her to the tent lit by a circle of torches, however, something forces them to stop. an approaching figure outlines in the west, and jungah’s hand assumes battle position out of instinct. as it comes closer, she realizes it seems familiar. the way it walks, the hair, the nose… even in the dim light and the tempestian robes, the woman recognizes the other.
after all, a mother never forgets.
trembling steps are taken in her direction. though certain of the girl’s identity, her eyes can’t believe what they see. it’s been so long, and she had already made peace with the worst scenarios about her outcome… without warning, she calls out, for once being reckless and impulsive, and completely unable to control her own emotions.
“joy?” her voice echoes. “my child?”
stress and exhaustion seem to constantly permeate joy’s bones these days. fighting a war is always tough, and it’s especially so on all the cuspians fighting for the coalition. they tire out more easily than other benders because of the insane amounts of chi they have to use, and joy always puts herself through extra practice every night to try to help herself become powerful enough to get over that.
she wants to be as powerful as she possibly can without literally killing herself in the process, so that she can do as much as possible in the effort to bring down the fire empire.
but because of her rigorous training, joy often ends up much more tired than the others around her, and with less time to sleep on top of that. she knows that in a few days she’ll probably crash -- most likely by simply passing out at some point during the day -- though for now she’ll continue to push herself as hard as she can, and maybe someday she’ll see some kind of result from it before her inevitable demise.
while she’s sure most of the rest of the people here, in the ruin that serves as their current campsite, are worried about the fact that surya has uncharacteristically called for a ceasefire -- for most of the day, joy has been worried about that too. but now she’s simply too tired to think about anything beyond how sore her whole body is and how much she wants to find a bed and crash in it for as long as she possibly can.
she hardly notices the presence of another person nearby -- she sees them, but her mind automatically dismisses it as someone on the night watch shift, so she doesn’t pay them any mind until she hears her name.
gazing around, rather confused at the sudden outburst of her name, and in a rather familiar voice, no less. her eyes fall on the person she noticed earlier, only a few yards away now. blinking and squinting through the dim night, it takes joy a moment to connect the dots.
the elvan robes. the familiar voice. the one living person who would ever call joy my child.
“jungah?” joy breathes, trying to hurry forward and nearly tripping over her own exhausted feet in the process. she soon closes the distance between her and the elder woman, though, stopping just a couple feet away, almost close enough to touch. she even extends her hand, her eyes searching jungah’s face, her mouth hanging open in a shocked ‘o’ as she tries to fully process the fact that this is actually happening.
one of the people she thought was lost forever is standing here, right in front of her. it’s the first time anyone joy has ever lost has actually come back. that realization pops into her hazy mind like a firecracker, seeming to wake her up enough to speak again. “is that.....is that really you?”
TROLL IN THE DUNGEON
ok, now that i have your attention i have some things to say uwu
this is a super duper belated intro but hello!!! i’m kate and some of you might already know me from rookies ; u; (i play key and jinri there uwu) but here i play joy! she really is a little ball of joy, just like her name says, but she’s really sad too (her 4k word bio will tell you all about that if you decide you want to read it)
i’d love to get some plots going for this chick! she’s lived in every nation at some point, including the badlands, and i’m in the process of making a plots page!! when it’s done, it’ll probably be sorted by the places she’s lived, with different potential plots for each place. if i take a while getting that up, though, please forgive me! i havent had much time for rp in general lately bc i’m busy preparing for freshman year at college (i move in on monday!!!!) but hopefully once i get settled there i’ll be more active!
but with that said, i should still be around on aim most days! my aim is vul.pix, and if you wanna plot please please please hit me up there! im literally begging u here i need plots ok im desperate
but okay sorry for this long winded intro! hopefully i’ll be able to get a couple plots going and threads started in the next few days before i leave!! and everyone feel free to message me here or on aim at literally anytime, though i’ll probably get back to you faster on aim ; w; i cant wait to rp here!
