Playing With Fire [Azula + Makina / Open]
-Her wounds were not healing fast enough.-
-It had been some time since Makina's encounter with Oz, and it left her with some interesting mementos. She had pushed herself beyond normal, human capabilities, and without a steady supply of Rune, her regenerative properties were slower than she'd like. It was cause for concern, but Makina would never admit it; there would always be that bravado to hide what she really felt. There was also the smell, thus the shower. No matter how much she tried, Makina could never be rid of it for more than a few hours at a time. Her body was an aberration, nothing more.-
-When she was finished, she put on the only set of clothing that she really owned, and stepped outside, determined to get some answers. Makina did not enjoy being toyed with, and liked this little living arrangement even less. Goddess or not, she was no one's plaything.-
-She was in one hell of a mood.-