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[fifty-sixth launch -- accidental video]

[ Even before the camera turns on, something seems to be wrong. Maybe it’s the irritated, bestial growling that gives it away, or maybe the sound of something wet and distressingly fleshy tearing and ripping apart. A talon crunches over the communicator’s camera, marking it with blood, and knocking it away onto its side. Rust-colored hide flickers past, a glimpse of bloodied claws--

There's the sound of someone trying their hardest to not scream, but the pain is maddening and the scream sound vaguely like those of Kai's, if anyone heard him scream. They only quiet down after quite a long struggle. What's left is his clothes torn all up to hell, a beyblade on its' side and a pissed off vermilion bird.

For this attack, she lets out a cry before growling at the attacker, not holding back in her fire assault.

Meanwhile, parts of Kai's body have been flung around. Feel free to find either his arm, leg, or his torso. ]

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Kai?

Edited 2010-01-24 21:43 (UTC)

Kai!

[After a little bit Meryl's voice comes over the communicators. In response to Gyatso.

You said - anytime he needed you -

He needs you. He needs you.]

G-gyatso...

[Gyatso hears that voice, and it stills him from searching for Aang. Aang was in the other room with Zuko--he wasn't alone. Right now, Meryl was.]

I'm in my room, Meryl. I'm here.

[He sounds a little like he's choking on his own breath. The instinct to breathe - and sob - is always there for him to rely on, even though it would be better not to, but right now he can't stop himself, he can't think straight, he can't he can't he can't -

And so it takes him another few moments to manage to gather a teleport spell to himself. You should never teleport when you're in such a sorry state. Concentration is one of the most important things in casting, and he has none of that now - he doesn't know when he'll ever have any of that ever again -

The old mage ends up crumpled on Gyatso's floor. He can't stop it. He can't do anything and yet he has to do something.]

M-my grands-son...

[Gyatso is by his side in an instant, half-falling, half-sitting back on his knees. He reaches out for Meryl, eyes full of pain. The mage is much bigger than him, and so he can't pull him up.

He does, however, smooth down his hair with one hand and touch his back with the next.]

Meryl...

[He's shaking. He can't sit up, because the pain is like it's real, and he has to remain doubled over. Only - it's worse than any physical pain he's ever been in, even his death wasn't like this - death is not the worst thing than can happen to a person, no, not by far -

He's seen so many people die. People he cared for. But this is just like Aang's death - he feels like he's drowning in it, it's too much, it's far more than ever. He doesn't understand. He can't stop it.]

Wh, why does it hurt?

[Gyatso leans over him somewhat, rubbing his back. There isn't much else he can do for Meryl except be there. Kai is dead, and for now, that fact will not change.]

It hurts because you care.

[If he were a mother bird, he'd simply sweep a wing over Meryl to protect him from the world. But he isn't, and so Gyatso makes do with moving his arm around Meryl's shoulders, as awkward as the position may be. He rests his head atop of Meryl's hair. He'll stay close to his friend, and protect him as best he can.]

[Meryl feels the warmth of his friend against him, and finally sobs. The comfort is something he needs. Something to keep him from going mad from all of this pain. He wants to scream out how he will hurt the one who did this, how he will kill them, or better yet make them wish that he had killed them, and the rage is his natural reaction but somehow he can't keep it up at all now and he shouldn't and the crying hurts, physically, it's so hard. At least it's something other than the pain in his heart. The physical sensations overwhelm the emotional, and for several minutes he just lays there with Gyatso and cries.

Finally he runs out of energy. He has never cried for someone as much as he has for his children. Elysia....Aang....Kai. Med'an.

He reaches weakly for Gyatso's free hand.]

[Gyatso stays with him, a constant presence, and doesn't move away, whispering quietly to Meryl as the mage sobs. It is good, that Meryl is letting his pain out. And as much as it hurts to see his friend like this, or to have seen what happened to Kai, Gyatso doesn't let his own emotions get ahold of him.

Meryl's crying enough for both of them, anyways.

When Meryl finally runs out of stamina and reaches out a hand, Gyatso takes it, squeezing it gently. He's here. Gyatso is not going anywhere.]

[He holds Gyatso's hand tightly, and turns a little so that he can see the arrow tattoo on it. For a little while he has nothing to say. Nothing to do, except lay there with the monk, letting slow tears continue to fall, staring at their hands and at nothing.

Then he slowly comes back...his eyes move to follow Gyatso's arm.]

I told him to be careful.

[It's not really something accusatory as much as just a fact. He wanted Kai to be safe. The boy said he'd be fine.]

[Gyatso lets Meryl turn his hand without protest or without even a word. He simply is letting Meryl take the comfort that he needs. The monk stays close to the mage, staying close in the moment.]

He thought he was being careful in his own way.

[At least Meryl is calmer now. Although that might likely just be because of exhaustion.]

[It is because of exhaustion. Sobbing takes a lot out of you. Especially after you've done it for a few days.]

I don't know what to do.

[He doesn't know anything about being a parent. Not really. He was making it all up as he went.]

[Gyatso pulls away a bit, only so that he can move the arm around Meryl's shoulders to bring his hand to Meryl's hair instead, smoothing out some of the tangles. He doesn't braid it--not now, when the time is wrong for comedy--but he does work on it, gently.]

You will be there when he returns. And you will go from there.

[No matter how much you prepare, you can never know everything about being a parent.]

[It feels oddly comforting. Later he'll remember that his mother would do something like this, in those hazy distant memories of his childhood.]

I want him to be safe.

[Gyatso has been a mother and a father to more than one Air Nomad child, since the boys and girls were separated to grow up in different temples at a young age. He had to be a bit of both to his pupils.]

All parents want their children to be safe.

[He sounds a bit tired himself. It's tiring, watching your friends die and be in pain, but be able to do nothing about it.]

[Meryl closes his eyes. He's never felt like it was difficult to keep them safe...before this. He doesn't know what to do. Should he have done something different? Was this his fault?

He pulls their hands a little closer to him. Stay with me.]

[Gyatso doesn't judge; he gives his comfort freely, just staying with Meryl as he needs him to. There is nothing he can say that can make this better, and so he doesn't speak.

This is the sort of comfort Meryl needs now, anyways.]

[You know how sometimes after a good long cry you think about what you were crying for and it all starts up again? Yeah, that sucks, doesn't it?

It makes him finally move, lifting himself up to a sitting position. Wiping at his eyes with his free hand. It doesn't really help the pain stop, but he doesn't want to fall down again. He won't be able to get back up. His mind is going back to Kai's post, the sickening noises, and he feels suddenly very ill.]

...

[Gyatso sits up with Meryl and makes himself comfortable. He doesn't let Meryl's hand go, as the mage doesn't want to let his go. And when Meryl wipes at his eyes, Gyatso averts his gaze just long enough for Meryl to get a moment of privacy.]

... You should spend the night, Meryl. We have the materials for a makeshift bed now.

[He takes a moment, a few deep breaths. Don't think about those sounds, those images. Don't keep crying, or you'll surely drown in your sorrow.

But - still seeking a lifesaver might be alright. The idea sounds both strange and natural at once.

He'll leave a note over the communicators for Terence. He turns to his friend, tired, lost.]

Alright.

[Gyatso smiles softly, then slowly stands, still holding Meryl's hand.]

Then let us get it ready.

[Gyatso offers it as a distraction. Something physical to do to distract Meryl from the pain in his heart.]

[Meryl follows him in that quiet way a person does when they're too shocked or tired to think of anything on their own. He remembers to message Terence...and then everything goes mercifully blank in his mind. ]

[ This entire event has definitely wracked Suzaku up. She's been mostly sitting on the outskirts of Discedo attacking the sky with fireballs. All she wants is her beyblader, nothing more. She would bring him back to life, but even she can sense something's blocking her from doing that.

So, she takes to the skies and eventually stumbles upon Gyatso's apartment, cawing in sadness. ]

[fifty-sixth launch -- accidental video]

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meryl needs his special friend, pls.

:| They are special, aren't they?

thats what meryl's mom told him :>

FFFFFFFFFFFF, that's what everyone tells him!

THEN IT MUST BE TRUE AMIRITE

TTLY, BB, TTLY!

Gyatso, you think Meryl is special, right :>

He totally does!

^o^

8D

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/spams raffles post forever

/eats the spam :E

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/interrupts old man bonding time

Yay, the chaperone has arrived! Just in time!

we can still push our beds together, right :>

Yes.

Awesome!

ohohohoho

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