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]

[ 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.]

[angel_junk]

[ Bhamba waves to Aang as he departs. He will also gladly cover some of the way for Steinman, approaching him through the rubble. ]

Did you ever fly jet pack before? [ Beat. ] Never mind, this is my first time too, so--

[ He sort of semi-circles Steinman, realising that getting himself up here was easy enough, but getting both of them down might be a bit of a challenge. ]

Hold on to me tight. And I mean tight, because this thing is not actually designed to carry two people.

[deniedanyexcuse]

Pardon my-[balls. He was going to say "balls", wasn't he? Instead, he trails off with an exhausted motion to his physique state of dress.]-are you sure you-do you? Okay, let's get... let me just-

[It's clear that Steinman has never ridden a man with a jetpack before. But damn it, what sort of man would he be if he was afraid to try? This is a situation, time is of the essence!

He delicately lowers his hands from the impromptu bandage and grasps Bhamba with all the strength of a man who recently lost a fight with his ceiling. Give him a moment to get his hands and legs and arms in what seem to be secure places. Ah, there, that's the tight grip Bhamba remembers we're looking for. After another moment, even Dr. Steinman remembers something:]

You. You-look different without peanuts in your mouth.

[At least we think he said "peanuts". Almost certain on that. Mostly confident. A very good chance?]

[angel_junk]

[ Bhamba's memory is completely and utterly shot by Steinman's physique not good enough to remember their encounter still, but have a benevolent nod of sure, whatever. ]

I hear that a lot.

[ And now, being the man of action that Bhamba is, he will grab on to Steinman's ass Steinman Steinman's b- Steinman and jet pack awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy~, meaning plummet towards the ground in a nauseating zig zag until... ]