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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[weeatbodies]

His work had been done. Itachi could see, Naruto could tap his own chakra again, and Haku was nothing more than human. He had noticed Konan on the journals before he'd left, had contacted her to report in.... yes, he was definitely starting to feel good about the situation as a whole. As wretched as things had been recently, it was starting to finally pick up again. No poison, no amnesia, no monsters or freakish weather.... It came down to interesting work he was good at, and a good half of his coworkers here with him, including their two superiors, even if some of them had unusual circumstances. What else was there to do then, but track down their missing member to cure?

He'd waited until he left the hotel proper to activate his eyes, to take a good, long look around with a sight that could rival a Hyuuga's. A quick sweep of the area should be sufficient, he couldn't have gone very--there. Target found; Zetsu disappeared without a trace into the earth, and began moving.

A minute or two later, an immense flytrap pushed itself silently into the air, the shinobi it belonged to slipping out after without a ripple to show for it. His leaves parted, and he looked silently on at the situation for a moment--here was Sasori, alive and well as when he'd last seen the man. Here was Deidara, looking.... strangely a bit unsteady, still smeared from the large pile of clay--what was that?--with chakra strings attached.... and a strange young blond he'd never met, giving him a hug. That took a moment to register; he'd never really thought of Deidara as the type to tolerate such things if they were unwanted.

Regardless, there was no point in simply staring. So Zetsu bowed his head and inclined his leaves a bit towards Sasori--the closest anyone would get to a bow from him that wasn't Leader-sama or Konan--by way of greeting, turning a glowing yellow gaze towards Deidara soon after. "We presume your art was satisfactory?" As long as he was content with what he'd managed with whatever bomb he'd set off, then he could give Deidara the last of the antidote so they could be operating at full strength again. He'd have to report Sasori's presence to Konan and Leader-sama.... and Konan's to the two of them, he assumed. Business aside though, he couldn't help be curious about how the explosion had been experienced.....

[livemarionette]

“I,” couldn’t’ve---I know I’m not perfect, not now---not yet---but I’m supposed to be, eventually, and when I am I’ll be eternal, as art ought to be---“would like to save some of this poison, if it’s still available.” Sasori had allowed only a small hesitation in his speech before bringing his usual façade of neutrality to bear; Deidara wouldn’t lie about his death, but word of it… word of it would take some processing, and with good reason.

What little the other artist had said meant a great many things:
He had died.
He hadn't had a century; he hadn't had half.
To last such a short time; that wasn't art. That wasn't close. That was only an embarrassment, and if he had ended so soon, what could he be worth, as art or as artist? Works as fragile as oil, acrylic, and even watercolor lasted longer---fifty years were next to nothing..
The possibility that his partner was dazed yet or had been dreaming was dismissed out of hand. Deidara always had been quick to wake.

This pause lasted a moment longer, and then the neutrality adjusted---changed to accommodate an amused eyebrow at Deidara’s grin. “Something I’d expect from you. Yourself, Zetsu, and myself---are any of the others here?” He wouldn’t’ve asked anything more, even if Pride hadn’t been present and Zetsu hadn’t arrived. The cannibal was nodded to in return, and Sasori’s attention returned to Akatsuki’s explosives expert, as he allowed the strings to fade away.