[Accidental Audio-Video]

[maddest]

[The PCD is jostled on to audio in time for an almighty crash to register. It skitters across the ground, cracks against a stone, and the video function is triggered. Break is on his hands and knees on the street, looking more irritated than anything else. He pats his pockets, realizes the device is missing, and sighs.

Slowly, he begins the process of patting his hands along the ground, investigating with his fingers what shapes seem lighter or darker than others to his ruined eyesight. He is- for once in his life- utterly silent.

Attempt to make it to the clinic: firmly derailed. Though he was getting close, from the looks of the buildings around him.]


[ooc notes: this will be a fairly non-responsive PCD post. Break has been having trouble with his vision for months, and now the event has also taken away his ability to hear as well. He won't be able to respond to comments via PCD, but the hope is someone will realize this and come find him, be it for good or for evil. Or just to laugh at him via the feed.]

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

[A curse and he's off to find Break. This event stopped being funny.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break has just found the PCD as Zuko makes it there, and has tucked it back into his pocket, and found his cane. He's searching for a curb, now, or the side of a building, determinedly trying to orient himself on the street. It isn't easy, when you can't hear he footsteps of people going either way. The wind helps- but it's too changeable and soft today to be worth much.]

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

[He stoops in front of Break, slowly, to rest a hand on the man's shoulder.]

Break?

[He says it quietly, but clearly. By the way the man is moving, it's obvious he's lost what remains of his sight or his hearing. Marvelous.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[No response to the sound- but the touch startles him badly. He makes a wild swing through the air with the cane, half likely to just miss him entirely, blind and unable to even judge the position of his head by the sound of his voice.]

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

[It's lucky that Zuko is used to having to move quickly or face the consequences, because he jerks his head backwards with a started yelp.]

Break -- dammit, you can't hear anything --

[He quickly rolls his wrist to create a ball of fire in his hand, to hopefully catch what remains of the man's sight.]

It's Zuko, I'm not going to hurt you.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break's gaze flickers sharply. He looks at the spot of light in his vision, and reaches toward it tentatively- pulling his hand away quickly at the heat.]

Zuko?

[Slurred, and over-loud. He can't hear himself speak it, even though he remembers how.]

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

[And the flame is gone, replaced by Zuko's warm hand on his shoulder to shake it slightly.]

Yeah. Come on.

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[al_truism]

[That's all it takes. He should have done this sooner, he should have known. Al's off. He's not terribly far from the clinic as it is.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break is up and moving again all the same, by the time Al gets there.

He may try to hit him with his cane if Al startles him too badly.]

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[al_truism]

[It doesn't take him long, but like an idiot, he doesn't have his Zoomer.]

Break! Break-

[He pauses outside of range. Al's not stupid, he's seen Break go after Yuca before, he fights dirty. When he gets no answer, he hangs back a moment, mind racing. He'll only have once chance, and if it goes wrong, it could get him very hurt.

Al walks closer, then pulls off his glove and reaches out, putting a warm hand over the back of Break's, on the cane. Definitely not a hostile touch, right?]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[There is a brief moment in which Break goes very, very still. His expression forms something just on the very edge of a snarl- but he isn't a fool. If this person were overtly hostile... he'd already be dead. He reaches down and rests his other hand on top of Al's and speaks;]

Who?

[Voice far, far too loud, really, overenunciated and clear. He remembers the feeling of making noise, realizes how to support the sound with his breath, push the words through his throat, out his mouth, over his tongue. Volume control is harder, when the temptation is to scream. He has to hear himself, and he can't.]

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[al_truism]

[Al squeezes his hand gently back, so gently -- but the question? He draws a blank. He has no idea if Break has any idea of what he actually looks like, how much he remembers.

Instead, an idea comes to him. Surely, he'll remember this. With a pat to Break's hand he pulls free, palm trailing over his arm reassuringly as he moves behind him. Slowly, Al's arms encircle Break's shoulders from behind, and he pulls him close for a hug.

Just the way he had in the kitchen.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break inhales deeply- and yes, that's familiar. The angle is a little different, with both of them standing, but really there's no mistaking his arms, and the affection. He reaches up to grab Al's hand, turning it up and tracing out with the tip of a finger.]

A-L-?

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[freyasknight.livejournal.com]

M-mister Break?

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Rain, this might be a good time to get Yuca. Break is just searching for the PCD, back and forth across the ground.]

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[freyasknight.livejournal.com]

[BRB, fetching daddy.]

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Who iiiis right there in the kitchen, puttering around a bit. Humming thoughtfully to himself while he tries to remember what he's been told about cooking.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Elsewhere, Break finds his PCD and tucks it away, reading to start moving forward. Skip over him until the two have a plan of action, if they do decide to intervene at all *cough evil yuca cough*]

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[freyasknight.livejournal.com]

[And Rain runs right into him because he's running too fast to properly slow down and, what, it doesn't hurt anyway so whatever, he reaches up insistently with one hand and actually physically tugs Yuca down so he can look at the PCD screen.]

Yuca, Yuca, something's wrong with Break!

[bunny_flower]

... Oh my. Break-san ?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer, finally finding the PCD and standing again, starting toward the clinic with renewed determination.]

[bunny_flower]

[She'd shunpou to him, but her lost sense of touch doesn't allow her too. She'll settle for going out and walk in his direction.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't see her approach, of course, so they'll risk walking right past one another in the street.]

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[bunny_flower]

[Well, she's without touch, not blind and she can still feel his energy, so it'll take a bit longer than usual for her to finally get there.

Now to get his attention ... She waves, trying to make him see movement even if his eyesight is bad.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He gets a sense of something- and pauses for a second, before taking another tentative step forward.]