004 // [action] + [accidental video] // now he's got ventilated slacks

[deniedanyexcuse]

[The wall communicator flickers and rolls and flickers, broadcasting yet another destroyed space at yet another jaunty angle. Given the destruction, this must've been one of the top floors. Scratch that. Given the broad expanse of sky visible, this is definitely the top floor, no matter which floor it started on.

A tremor shakes the communicator.

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[angel_junk]

You! Stay where you are!

[ Bhamba rips off his lab coat and yells to somebody off-screen. ]

Amy! The jet pack!

[deniedanyexcuse]

[The rubble just yelled. Steinman stops, turning to look at the toppled wall screen, staying exactly where he is. He's not usually this naked and suggestible, Bhamba, you'd better hurry!]

[angel_junk]

[ AND SO HE WILL! Strapping the jetpack to his back he departs through the nearest window and ~ASCENDS INTO THE SKIES~, loudly landing somewhere in Steinman's vicinity. ]

Over here!

[deniedanyexcuse]

[So some flying kid with an arrow on his head got there before Bhamba, so what? Steinman knows a commanding presence when he hears one shouting at him. Why, that's a voice that could seduce a crocodile! He heads toward the shout, dropping his broken communicator to keep a better grip on his fashionable head wrap.

His return yell is not nearly as commanding, but quite to the point:]

Coming!

[Not very quickly, mind you, but then it's difficult to traverse a hallway full of debris without shoes. No matter how dashing the would-be rescuer is.]

[sweetlittleguy]

Hey! Are you okay? [He falls out of the air nearby.] ..Do you need help?

[deniedanyexcuse]

[Stare. Staaare. Blink. For his finale, have a tiny, pained smile of gratitude.]

-I-yes... I've-the-do you know anything about laceration repair?

[He sounds less dazed than he looks, but just barely.]

[sweetlittleguy]

...What?

[But Bhamba has just landed nearby, so Aang nods at him and takes off.]