paradisalost | ¤ 17 - Last one standing

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¤ 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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[AS SHE SHOULD BE. He notices the others there now, but they only have enough of his attention for him to briefly glare]

Get away from me!

[and then he continues taking his aggression out on the thing he's really angry at-- the castle. Or, at least this wall of it. Punching out another chunk of the weakened structure. ...Hopefully there are no people out there under the window]

[Ohh, what to do! She doesn't want to hurt him, but he doesn't seem terribly keen on reason. She decides that she just has to make a move, and so as he's punching the wall, she leaps forward, attempting to sweep kick him off of his feet. Her martial arts ain't magic, but it's still pretty solid.]

[distracted, he finds his feet suddenly not underneath him anymore, and he hits the ground. He's only there for half a second though, before he's kicking himself back up onto his feet... and twisting around to face his attackers]

[aand she's using this nice distraction to tackle Zuko from the side.]

[Quorra assumes a defensive stance; her expression is wide-eyed and concerned, without a trace of hostility.] Would you please just listen?

[it looks almost like he's opening his mouth to shout something back at Quorra-- but he's suddenly taken down from the side instead. With a whoof of air shoved out of his lungs, he hits the ground for a second time!

Hope you're ready to act quickly girls, because he's immediately trying to roll and knock Natsuki back]

[When she sees Natsuki bumrush Zuko, she rushes to help. Mostly she's trying to keep Zuko's arms pinned, as she noticed that much of his fire seemed to explode from his fists.]

[briefly wonders if she interrupted something, but she's already moving to keep as much of her weight on him as possible. Hope you won't get a sore back later, Zuko.]

[it's a good thing that there are two of them, because goodness... the boy is strong. His arms getting pinned to the ground helps to keep him from gaining enough momentum to throw Natsuki off however, so he's mostly stuck struggling.]

Argh! Let me go!

[they also seem to have cut off most of the fire by immobilizing his hands, leaving him with nothing else to do but snarl an angry snort of flame from his mouth as he tries to wrench his arms away from Quorra]

[No interruptions--Quorra hardly knows what's happening here! She keeps a firm grip on Zuko, and though she looks small, she has an unnatural and definitely inorganic strength in her muscles.] You must calm yourself.

[a wary look at Zuko's attempt to get free, but hey. This girl seems to be doing fine.

Now what happened the last time he did this...?] Who left?

[he hesitates when he hears Natsuki's question, but then his struggling resumes with renewed fury behind it]

It doesn't matter, now get off of me!

[Quorra doesn't budge.] You're in an agitated state. I don't think it would be wise to release you.

[whoops. Wrong question.] Just stop destroying things, okay?

[agitated is right. To Natsuki--]

No! I'm going to tear this place down!

[frowning face.] I don't think anyone here would appreciate that.

Then get everybody out, and then do it. [she might even help]

[his struggles hesitate again, and an exasperated breath comes out in a huff... since there is weight kind of pressing the air out of his lungs. He doesn't answer, but he's at least pausing long enough to listen. Kind of.]

[It's clear to her at this point that these folks are familiar with each other. She decides that the most prudent course of action is to continue in her role as Zuko-weight, and just let them talk.]

Hell, people would probably help. [a quick glance at the destroyed room. Who was living there?]

[too bad that if any clues had been left behind, they're burned up now.]

...I don't care if they help or not!

[annnnd, he's back to struggling. that break didn't last long]

I'm not sitting around anymore. I'm taking this place down now!

[goddammit] Yeah, that'll really help.

I have to try! I want to go home!

Then do it without killing half the people here.

[it's all wearing him down. The longer he's held there, the more time he's given to think about the fact that he could actually be hurting people, the less fuel he has to run on.

He's still furious, filled with more anger than he knows what to do with, but--with a frustrated growl--the fight is falling out of him.]

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