The Woman with A New Face
Summary: Seeing Ursa, now known as Noriko, again has made you question if you had actually moved on from what the Fire Nation had done to you. Anger and resentment rise from the past, the past you thought you were finally over.
"Where is my mother?"
You all gasped, shocked that Azula could be selfish enough to use the only question for herself.
"Azula! What's wrong with you!?"
The Mother of Faces leaned down before speaking, "Ursa. I remember her. I could not understand why a human of such beauty would ask for a new face. To test her sincerity, I offered her one as plain as can be. She accepted."
Your eyes widened when the MOF showed an image of Ursa. "That's Noriko!"
You, Zuko, and Azula must have had the same thought at the same time because Azula took off in the direction of Noriko's home.
"I'll follow her," you comment before looking back at the gang, "I'll make sure she doesn't hurt Noriko."
Aang wanted to tell you to stay and wanted anyone else to go after Azula, but he knew you wouldn't listen to him, so he nodded his head. He watched you run after Azula, much to his displeasure.
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"Azula! Come back!" You yelled out, only seeing the black of her hair before she stopped running. "God, Azula, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill her?"
Azula doesn't respond. She doesn't even turn to look at you.
"Azula?"
"Aren't you mad at her too?"
You sighed, of course, you were, but you couldn't tell Azula that. She would use it against you. "If you promise you won't kill your mom, we can go there together."
"Okay. I won't hurt her."
"You're a liar, but we might as well go anyway. Together."
She smirked, "Ladies first." She motioned for you to get in front of her, but you laughed.
"How stupid do you think I am?"
She rolls her eyes but walks in front of you, nonetheless.
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You both stood outside the door of Noriko's home. You sighed before opening the door, and Zuko was already there, talking to them. You thought you'd be able to control yourself, but you were wrong. Seeing her there, knowing she was enjoying her life. It wasn't fair.
"She lost her memory," Zuko informs you.
"Okay and? Good for her," you snarky respond, surprising Zuko.
"Are you okay, Y/n?"
"Of course! Who wouldn't be okay with one of the people who ruined their lives now happy? Living a new life without facing any of the consequences of their actions! Because there's nothing more reassuring than a terrible person being happy." You smiled at Zuko, but it wasn't a smile.
"I don't know what you mean, Y/n."
"Of course, you don't, Zuko, because you're an idiot. How come she gets a new face, and then every terrible thing she did as Ursa didn't happen? She doesn't have to live with the terrible thing she has done? It's not fair!"
"Oh my god, are you crying?" Azula asks, almost laughing at you.
"I AM NOT CRYING!" You turned around to yell at her, causing her to back up, a little scared. You never acted like this. But now you were blowing up over something they saw as stupid.
"But you are crying," Azula said in a whisper.
"It's not fair!"
As you are arguing with the siblings, Noriko got up.
"Y/n, yes? I don't know- remember what I did, but I'm sorry."
"Your sorry means nothing to me," you crudely bark.
"I think you should calm down, Y/n."
"Why should I be calm!? I have a right to be upset! You don't know what it's like-" Zuko reached for you, but you flinched away, "Don't touch me! I'm going outside to get some fresh air."
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You saw your group leave the forest, well, more like running. Aang came running straight towards you and grabbed you. He pushed you back, far away from the forest, as you asked him what he did.
"Why do you assume I did something?" he asked, offended, as you crossed your arms.
"You can't be serious, Aang."
"Fine. I may have pissed off The Mother of Faces."
"AANG!"
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I just wanted to help them, and she said no, and I might have scowled her..." he looked away from you before his eyes widened. "What are you doing out here?"
You put your arms aside, not answering him, before covering your face and crying. Aang immediately pulled you into a hug as you cried in his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked, finally pulling away and grabbing your biceps.
You whipped your cheeks, calming yourself, as he rubbed your shoulders, trying to comfort you. "I didn't realize I'd react so harshly when seeing Ursa. Knowing who she is. I started yelling. I've never reacted like that before-"
"Technically, it wasn't Ursa-"
"Aang! I'm serious."
"I'm sorry, you're right, Y/n."
You turned your back to Aang, clearly upset. Aang put his chin on your shoulder, blowing into your ear.
"You know I didn't mean it like that, Y/n. I am sorry. Do you want me to stay out here with you?"
"You don't have to," you began, "but I'd like it if you did," you whispered the last part, though Aang still heard you.
"Of course, I'll stay out here with you, Y/n. There's nothing I'd like to do more than be with you."
"Even if I reacted poorly to that situation?"
"Hey, neither of us is perfect, and that's how I like us."
"Thank you, Aang. I needed that."
"Anything for you," he says as he grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "You are lucky I'm so obsessed with you."
You slap his shoulder as he laughs, only causing you to glare at him, "Not funny, Aang."
"Well, I think it was pretty funny."
You roll your eyes but don't say anything, holding Aang's hand as he lets you lay your head on his shoulder.
"I should probably apologize."
"Let's stay out here just a little longer."
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At the dining table for breakfast
Jason: Heh.
Jason: Hahahaha.
Jason: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bruce: *raising the newspaper up higher*
Alfred: *placidly pouring coffee into Bruce’s mug* Did something interesting happen, Master Jason?
Jason: Alfred, I am about to have the perfect surprise for that bony a-Tim. The perfect surprise for Tim.
Alfred: *putting away the bar of soap he pulled out of nowhere* Is that so? Please do be careful not to make a mess here. The waxing was just done in the dining room.
Jason: No problem, in fact-
Tim: *entering sluggishly*
Jason: In fact…in…fact…Megamind, what are you doing here?
Tim: ……..hm?
Jason: What are you doing here?
Tim: eating??
Jason: You-why are you coming from the right side bathroom-weren’t you going to use the upstairs one on the left?
Tim: oh. Dick was already in it so I decided to use the other one.
Jason: what.
Tim: what.
Jason: No. Hahahahaha. You’re joking…nononono-god, Tim, WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID?
Tim: ????????
Jason: You-
Dick’s voice thundering from a floor away: JASON!!!!
Jason: *staring blankly then running forward and smacking Tim on the head* It’s all your fault!
Tim who hasn’t slept or had coffee or know why something he doesn’t know about is his fault: ???? WHAT DID I DO?!
Jason: *running past and leaping out the window* See you later, losers. Bye, Alf.
Disappearing seconds before a blur of wet skin, white towel, and neon pink hair rushes past and follows him out the window.
Tim:
Bruce:
Tim: ……Did you have breakfast yet?
Bruce: …….Hrmgh.
Alfred: *tutting* I just had the floors done. Master Bruce, would you mind redoing them? I’m afraid I must catch the mailman before he gives treats to Titus again. He’s leaving crumbs all over the entrance.
Bruce: What about Ti-
Bruce: *glancing back to see a lone leaf float in and drop slowly to the ground*
Bruce: ………
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i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.
they're his.
palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.
and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.
but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.
they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.
the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)
palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.
(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)
(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)
remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.
in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.
the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.
we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."
they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.
but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.
palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.
harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.
nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.
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