Art is a BANG! [Complete]

[clayfireworks]

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

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[livemarionette]

The noise was enough to know.

Explosions sounded similar; they were. Any variation from one to another of the same size was meaningless, under most circumstances, and minor, at most, although now it was all about circumstance. Sasori had heard his partner's 'art' in almost any given situation; explosions over a laugh and exclaimations from Deidara's blast zone in battle, covering the small sounds around an inn they'd left, or breaking any absolute silence encountered. The last seemed to be some special pleasure for Iwa's absent artist, with the noise entirely relative to the silence before it.

These circumstances called for concern; this find, and the manner of it, enforced that thought. A fall was unusual, enough to prompt some surprise beneath the puppeteer's stoicism. He'd seen something like this only once before, the once being heatstroke in Suna, on their first mission there.

That concern would find no external expression, although Sasori approached the ruined bird and blonde immediately. He moved through his seals and raised a hand, stringing his partner into standing and moving free of the wreckage, cloak streaked and smeared in the effort of escape---the clay liked to cling, when it could.

Regarding the unconscious Akatsuki for a moment, Sasori sighed, and almost smiled. He doubted that there would be any answers coming, or any of use; he further doubted that Deidara would harbour any regret for his actions, and knew that that much was only to be expected.