paradisalost | ¤ 17 - Last one standing

[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))

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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?

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.]

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

[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.

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

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

[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?

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

[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]