¤ 17 - Last one standing

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he hadn't heard from him in a while. It was worrying, but... he never expected him to actually be gone. So much so that the blank door doesn't register right away.]

It can't be...

[he opens it, finds the room empty, and stands there for a hanging moment] ...No.

[a minute goes by, and he wavers on his feet. He almost drops to his knees and lets this hit him in a defeated rush. ...Almost. Instead, something inside catches him. He knows his uncle wouldn't want him to let rage overtake him, but... well, Iroh is more than a world away now. The fire builds, and he remembers someone suggesting that he should just take the castle down, brick by brick. It had been a tempting idea at the time... and now, what was stopping him?

So, like a certain similar moment a few months ago, a fiery explosion rocks one of the castle hallways. This time, it's lucky floor number 9. With a roar, a fireball blasts into the hallway from room 913, and continues from there.

He'd really like nothing more than to burn this place to the ground.]


((ooc: Floor 9 is on fire! Anyone who wants to join in stopping him, try to keep it all in one thread. For everyone else reacting, yelling, having their stuff burn, comment away anywhere~ mod-approved destruction))

Comments

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[have a barely concealed smirk]

You might as well be. [considering your crappy explanation for it. Something something chi?]

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

Oh. Are you able to manipulate your energy into fire, then? [this place has so many amazing Users! *__*]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[stfu, Natsuki]

Something like that.

[more subdued now, actually glancing around, getting distracted by the whole reason he was here in the first place]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[heyy, since they're asking about abilities stuff:

To Quorra:] What was that disc thing?

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[Quorra assumes she must be in the presence of a Zen Master, and her gaze becomes wide-eyed with respect--at least 'til she hears Natsuki's question.]

It's my identity disc. [she holds it flat on her open palms; it hums with energy, glowing blue like her circuitry.] It can cut through just about anything, and it contains my biological information and memory archives.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he runs a hair roughly through his hair. How could they even pretend like anything was alright?

He can't take this.

He takes a step back, considers... and then turns to go slip out the door hole in the wall, into the hallway]

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[Returning the disc to her back, Quorra stands up and looks after Zuko worriedly.] He is deeply hurt. I'm not the one who can help him, I think. [she looks back at Natsuki.] It was good to meet you.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[probably 'cause talking about it would most likely make Zuko mad again.

a snort, as she watches his retreating back] I doubt it's me either. I can barely get a handle on my own problems.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

Your words seemed to calm him, though.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a faintly embarrassed shake of her head]

He's a good guy, despite - [insert general handwave here] - all this.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[nods.] I believe that. Pain of any kind is a poison to the body, as is anger. We are desperate to expunge them by any possible means.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Better than holding it in, I guess. [yaay first /and/ second hand experience]

Setting the castle on fire might be a bit much though.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

I suppose it was all he could think to do. [her gaze is on the hallway, uncertainly.] Is it all right to let him be?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Should I follow him?

[trying to figure out if he's got any other friends she can push this job onto. Hysterics, insanity, and/or psychosis she can deal with; the aftermath is an entirely different can of worms altogether.]

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

I would, but I wouldn't know what to say. I'm not even sure why he was so angry.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[dammit. She could've used some help with that.

A glance at the destroyed room.] Last time he did this, somebody from his world went home.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

Do you suppose that's the reason he did this now? Did he have many people here from his system?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

A bunch, I think. I didn't ask.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[she stands there for a few moments, fingers interlocked, passing the weight from one foot to the other.] Someone really ought to check on him. Right?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a long suffering sigh, but she starts heading down the hallway, nonetheless.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[by this point, he's well on his way back to his own room, stalking darkly through the halls. He'd burned off some of his anger, but it just doesn't seem like enough. Nothing is fixed, so... it's still boiling infuriatingly just below the surface]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[finally spots him, and walks quickly to catch up.] Oi!

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[pauses just long enough to glance over his shoulder at her, before he keeps going]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[finally catches up, though she's still trailing behind you a bit.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[once he hears that she's still following him after a few moments, eyes still focused down the hall where he's headed--] What do you want?