[Explosion 003]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Deidara's back on the plane, and he's laughing crazily while obviously splattered with blood.]

That never gets old! Ahahaha!

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[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit. WHY DOES ROXAS ALWAYS APPROACH THE BLOOD-SPLATTERED ONES? 8|]

What never gets old?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Crazy grin.] Art.

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[A pause.]

So that's paint?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Amused smirk.] Something like that, un.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's not drunk and very, very not happy? And also looking the worse for wear--unkempt and hollowed eyed and still a bit feverish, unsteady on his feet even now.]

...you... bastard. [He's shivering now.]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Oh good, he was hoping Firo was here. Cheerful grin.] I brought something for you, un.

[And he tosses over a leg. From a baby.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Murder. In his eyes, written across his face, in the way he moves. He vanishes from the plane and pops back up with a Thompson under each arm, wedged between his elbow and hip. He doesn't seem to care how quickly he kills you, how much of you he hits before you die--just that you die. He lets loose with a wild spray of bullets.]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[It seems like Deidara doesn't even attempt to move out of the way--the bullets find their mark. And then he collapses... Into clay. Deidara had made a clay bunshin while Firo was gone. As for the real Deidara, well, he's up above on a clay bird, and there's a bird bomb flying after Firo.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Holy--one of those things again. He shoots the bird bomb and then aims for the wing of Deidara's ride, emptying one of the cartridges into the wing and tossing the emptied gun aside.]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[The bird takes the first few hits and then the wing falls off. But Deidara's leaping to another he's made and directing the remains of his old one down at Firo's head.] KATSU!

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

The explosion went well then?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

It was awesome, un. [Gringringrin~]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Grin] Most explosions usually are.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Nod.] But most people don't see the real magic of them, un.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Shrug] They're pretty from the outside.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[This is not Amaterasu's happy face.] And what is it that never gets old?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Hey, a talking wolf. Whatever. Grin.] Art!

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Art? Hm. And you consider murder to be art?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Art is in the explosion, un. Murder's just the canvas.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

What is your name?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Suspicious look goes here.]

What never gets old?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Art!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...'art'?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

True art, un. [Crazy grinning as he demonstrates by making a small clay bird--created via the mouths in his hands--explode.] But bigger.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[>\ Guessing that's where the blood came from.] Murder.