¤ 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]

[goddammit] Yeah, that'll really help.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

I have to try! I want to go home!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Then do it without killing half the people here.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a sigh, and she's trying to gauge Zuko's reaction. Which isn't really working because the back of his head isn't exactly expressive, to say the least.]

Will you stop setting things on fire if I let you up?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[his fists clench... but he lets them loosen after a few moments]

[through his teeth] Fine.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[practically springs off. This was getting awkward, really.

A sidelong glance at Zuko, after a bit.]

Look, just tell me if you ever need a sparring partner, okay?

[stop destroying shit/meditation pancakes don't seem to work anyhow/doubt you'd say anything about that room anyway]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[once he's got them off of him, he pushes himself up, backing off and rubbing his right shoulder.

Not really wanting to look around at the hissing wreckage of the room. He hears Natsuki's offer but doesn't really answer, just quietly fuming to himself]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a shrug, casually assessing the damage. Eh, she's seen worse; he's no Kagutsuchi.

Trying to figure out if she should leave or stay or what. In the meantime, 'gee, look at that extremely interesting scorch mark!']

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[She looks from Zuko to Natsuki, uncertain. It seems that things have come to a calming point now, and she doesn't really know either of them, so she's not sure what to do ... after a moment of silence, she just shrugs and offers her hand to both/either of them.]

I'm glad no one's destroying things anymore. Hi.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[hey, at least the heavily pervasive awkwardness will be broken by someone. He shoots the other girl a strange look. ...Really?]

Uh. ...Hi?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[hesitates a second, but then she briefly takes Quorra's hand. You're supposed to be polite to people who help pin down angry fire benders, right?]

Hey. Thanks for helping out.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[Quorra squeezes Natsuki's hand and smiles warmly.]

It wasn't any trouble. I'm happy that no one was hurt. My name's Quorra, by the way.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[...was this normal, in some universe?

Zuko's glancing to the door now, really wanting to be anywhere but here.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

I'm Natsuki. [Going along with it, since she's not quite sure what to say. 'Hey, aren't you glad we didn't die in the fire?'

A pause, and then she jerks a thumb towards the pyro.] That's Zuko.

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[she puts her chin on her hand and looks over at Zuko.] You still seem upset, so perhaps you don't want to talk. But.

[she leans forward.]

Are you magic?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[this is absurd. And, he is also now offended.]

No.

[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.