Art is a BANG! [Complete]
Character(s): Deidara, Sasori, Pride, and Zetsu
Content: Deidara tries out his art while poisoned, passes out, and stumbles upon a partner he thinks is dead, along with a homunculus tag along. Chaos ensues.
Setting: I7
Time: afternoon
Warnings: nothing
Deidara had flown for some time, looking for a good place to set off a bomb or two. That and just enjoying the flight. Flying was always relaxing even while it was exciting, and he spent some time just looping and spinning around. Each familiar sensation--wind and clay and the thrill of flight--was accompanied with a host of unfamiliar ones, brought about by the poisoned water. He grinned.
He finally settled on a nice, empty location. He didn't want to attract undue attention; a fight in his condition was still something he wanted to avoid. But a little explosion wouldn't hurt anything, right?
The little clay bird was flying from his hands as soon as it was formed, and Deidara was watching it intently as it circled obediently around him. Just a small one, just to see--
"Katsu!"
The bird expanded out, exploding in a flash of white and a ring of green and blue, with all the sound and heat of his usual explosion. But there was more than that--every bit of heat brought colors and sounds and lights, all the sound brought colors and lights and heat (coldness, actually, which confused him), and the lights, brilliant and blinding, were the most confusing of all, sounds and colors and heat-cold hitting him.
His flying bird jerked sharply as the world swam before him before diving. Deidara's chakra-maintained grip slipped and he tilted and fell off of his mount, plummeting. It was only the bird's landing first in a heap of clay that softened his landing at all, and he lay on the ground, unconscious, overwhelmed by his own explosion.
Still, it had been brilliant.
Content: Deidara tries out his art while poisoned, passes out, and stumbles upon a partner he thinks is dead, along with a homunculus tag along. Chaos ensues.
Setting: I7
Time: afternoon
Warnings: nothing
Deidara had flown for some time, looking for a good place to set off a bomb or two. That and just enjoying the flight. Flying was always relaxing even while it was exciting, and he spent some time just looping and spinning around. Each familiar sensation--wind and clay and the thrill of flight--was accompanied with a host of unfamiliar ones, brought about by the poisoned water. He grinned.
He finally settled on a nice, empty location. He didn't want to attract undue attention; a fight in his condition was still something he wanted to avoid. But a little explosion wouldn't hurt anything, right?
The little clay bird was flying from his hands as soon as it was formed, and Deidara was watching it intently as it circled obediently around him. Just a small one, just to see--
"Katsu!"
The bird expanded out, exploding in a flash of white and a ring of green and blue, with all the sound and heat of his usual explosion. But there was more than that--every bit of heat brought colors and sounds and lights, all the sound brought colors and lights and heat (coldness, actually, which confused him), and the lights, brilliant and blinding, were the most confusing of all, sounds and colors and heat-cold hitting him.
His flying bird jerked sharply as the world swam before him before diving. Deidara's chakra-maintained grip slipped and he tilted and fell off of his mount, plummeting. It was only the bird's landing first in a heap of clay that softened his landing at all, and he lay on the ground, unconscious, overwhelmed by his own explosion.
Still, it had been brilliant.