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VIDEO; UN: SMOKING_BOMB
[Gokudera has had a relatively good February. He's shot a bunch of people with enchanted arrows and watched their moods boosted from doing so. It feels good to help others, and to watch the warmth of affection they wear going forward, feeling responsible for giving them that opportunity.
He's even gotten some hugs as repayment, and as part of the enchantment.
For once, it feels like he's gotten off on the right foot. And as this is a new Month, and White Day is only a few weeks away, he'd like to start it off with a good mood of his own.
What he doesn't know is that midnight on March first, the enchantment wore off his arrows. There is one completely normal arrow remaining in the quiver upon his back, and he sets it on his bow. This month has given him plenty of practice, and he's not so worried after seeing arrow after arrow disappear once it struck a target. The last arrow, and he'll be rewarded with a good mood and maybe the urge to hug someone! Finally, he can understand what his friends and Family have felt!
And he lets that arrow flight with as much force as he can manage. It pierces through his shoe, through his foot, and buries into the ground. There are maybe three whole seconds of silence as he stares down at the self-inflicted injury, eyes wide, face stunned in fear and delayed agony. He screams, drops his bow, and grabs up his device, bullets jumping to his brow as he tries to think of what to do, fighting the instinct to jerk away and risk further injury.
The feed cuts on, and he's pained, obviously, though the camera is trained on his face.]
Does anyone know a surgeon and/or a healer? I've shot myself.
It's not fatal.
[For anyone nearby, they can approach him, but he's going to be standing still as he can, a hand over his mouth and his gaze wobbling somewhere off to the side as he tries to breath and contain his obvious pain.]
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He's even gotten some hugs as repayment, and as part of the enchantment.
For once, it feels like he's gotten off on the right foot. And as this is a new Month, and White Day is only a few weeks away, he'd like to start it off with a good mood of his own.
What he doesn't know is that midnight on March first, the enchantment wore off his arrows. There is one completely normal arrow remaining in the quiver upon his back, and he sets it on his bow. This month has given him plenty of practice, and he's not so worried after seeing arrow after arrow disappear once it struck a target. The last arrow, and he'll be rewarded with a good mood and maybe the urge to hug someone! Finally, he can understand what his friends and Family have felt!
And he lets that arrow flight with as much force as he can manage. It pierces through his shoe, through his foot, and buries into the ground. There are maybe three whole seconds of silence as he stares down at the self-inflicted injury, eyes wide, face stunned in fear and delayed agony. He screams, drops his bow, and grabs up his device, bullets jumping to his brow as he tries to think of what to do, fighting the instinct to jerk away and risk further injury.
The feed cuts on, and he's pained, obviously, though the camera is trained on his face.]
Does anyone know a surgeon and/or a healer? I've shot myself.
It's not fatal.
[For anyone nearby, they can approach him, but he's going to be standing still as he can, a hand over his mouth and his gaze wobbling somewhere off to the side as he tries to breath and contain his obvious pain.]
ooc: This is open to action as well, and I'm happy to use brackets or prose!
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Gokudera... How the hell did you manage to do this...?
[ Shooting oneself in the foot with an arrow is no easy accident. He may be too rough about it in how he asks, but it's from a place of caring. And confusion. But definitely caring. ]
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I shot the baseball idiot and the Tenth, and I was saving the last arrow for myself. The enchantment wore off and... now it’s just a normal arrow.
[A very normal, very dangerous, very painfully embedded in his foot arrow.]
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[ Zuko's face is painted with puzzlement. Is he trying to fall in love again on purpose...? Zuko's no expert, but he's certain that's not the way to do it. Clearly didn't work out well in this instance, at least. Maybe if it'd've worked, it'd've worked, but still dubious about the motivation here...? ]
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[He looks irritated]
Why the fuck would I want to fall in love?! That is probably my lowest priority.
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Shoving the phone back in his pocket, he looks back to Gokudera, eye-level again, failing to hide an incredulous look. ]
How long ago did this happen?
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A few minutes.
[Don’t look at him like that, Zuko. He doesn’t feel well. This is a bad enough experience.]
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[Apparently his first text amuses her! Is that better than worrying her? But hey, she's not wasting time to get ready to rush there, so she'll be on her way soon!]
1/2
2/2
...Ahem. She's on her way. ...Um— So you know... She was a healer at home, too — and she's been here a few months, so she's had time for practice. It was also Katara who, uh, healed my face. After that night.
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Think she can heal pride, too?
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Heh. Maybe. Trust me, though— Katara's seen me do much stupider stuff than this... Neither of us are judging you.
[ Despite how judgmental he may have come off, it was really just concern. ...With a hint of judgment sprinkled on for flavor. But really just concern. ]
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[He's mad at himself. But it was his last arrow. How was he supposed to know the enchantment wore off? If it were still enchanted, he wasn't going to use his last one, saved especially for a day when he hasn't been feeling great on some stranger. He's been shooting random people all through February. The merchant selling the enchanted set should have put a time-limit warning. These are weapons and he should have asked more questions. Why didn't he? He was just... stupid.]
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[ Oh, man, there's a very long list of stupid things he's done in front of Katara. Most of them involve him, uh, attacking her, but poorly, so... But hey, that's not outside the realm of conversation with Gokudera, if it'd distract him from his pain at all. Zuko doesn't mind putting himself on the chopping block. He rattles this off pretty casually, gesturing lightly as he speaks, self-effacing in his relative humor about it, though he rubs at the back of his head and neck nervously at the end. ]
Well, kidnapping the Avatar in the North Pole and dragging him unconscious on my back through the tundra in a blizzard with no notice to anyone, no supplies, no plan... Not wise. Then when his friends came to rescue him, it was kind of stupid to challenge Katara, a prodigy waterbender, to a rematch in the snow under a full moon. That ended quickly. Not much of a rematch... Plus I would've frozen to death after she knocked me unconscious if they'd've just left me out there, but they saved me, too... That was, uh— a humbling experience...
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She just so happens to hear Zuko's story as she walks in there. Prodigy? Thanks, Zuko, that gets a smile from her and she's even blushing a little. ...Too bad her Waterbending doesn't work here at all.]
I wouldn't challenge any waterbenders in a situation like that.
[But she is glad they saved him! And they are obviously not the kind of people, who'd let people die even in circumstances like that.
Katara walks closer, looking more serious as she approaches them because as funny as it is to sass at the Fire Prince, this isn't the right time.]
Umm... Hi.
[Nailed it!]
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It does sound like he was foolish, but, that's not the same as the embarrassing accident Gokudera has just gotten himself into. It sounds like Zuko was not smart, and lost. Gokudera doesn't feel like he lost, just that he should have worked harder at being more informed about his weapon before turning it on himself.
When Katara approaches, Gokudera goes tense. He's not actually expecting judgement about the situation he's currently in, but wonders if Katara knows that he's the one who hurt Zuko pretty badly during their first meeting. He tries to school his expression into something as inaccessible as possible, but he's in a lot of pain, so that's mostly what's showing up.]
Hey. Katara, I presume?
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He's embarrassed that his embarrassing story was overheard by its victor, though. Her teasing remark draws a blush over Zuko's cheeks in turn. He hadn't been expecting her to hear all that. His friends have no idea how highly he speaks of them behind their backs; Zuko has Hikaru practically convinced that Toph is some kind of superhero. He may not say it to their faces, but it's not the first time he's complimenting Katara like this, nor will it be the last — she's just usually not in earshot. He nods at her in acknowledgement as she walks up, but he looks away to the ground quickly, face still a little flushed. ]
Oh— uh— hey. You heard that. Um...
[ He shapes up, letting his hand drop limply from his neck to his waist, before gesturing to Gokudera with the other. ]
Katara, this is my friend Gokudera. Thank you for coming.
[ While Gokudera may not know it, Katara knows Zuko calling someone his "friend" carries more weight than with most people, many people who'd even use it casually even for an acquaintance. Not Zuko. That alone is a strong enough introduction, and must offer some kind of vague insight to the bomber's character between the lines, for as well as Katara knows Zuko and his values — and he'd only offered the boy's name! Zuko thinks highly of his friends, indeed, just by counting them as friends. ]