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Yes, Hmm... Atleast she didn't hit him...? Of course, things happened so very quickly, he had barely thought about how fortunate he was, before he flailed his good arm in order to stay on the bed rather than fall off onto the floor. Thankfully, Niima seemed to flustered to notice the embarrasing action... Well, she might have noticed it, probably purposefully did it. However as he 'oof-ed' and puffed to sit up, he had apparently been struck by karmic lightning, becaus now, he was stupified. Taikai...? Taikai was outside the door...? Taikai wouldn't leave him alone now!!!!

"Ah, yes Niima?" Taikai asked opening the door when she had said his name, a tinge of pink on the old man's face as he grinned his very best to avoid suspicion. "I was coming back, and as I opened the door I heard you calling for me-" Oh my, this lie seemed so very similar to some of Taizen's... Taizen looked away, still unable to look up, it couldn't be Taikai... Let it be Nayll! Let it be Fulgar! He could atleast try to look smug with Fulgar! But Taikai... Taikai would ruin every first impression with everybody he was to meet, EVER! He could have been held up to a statue and the similarities would be amazing.

"'Well endowed'?!'" He demanded as though he couldn't beleive him. "Well Endowed?!" He asked it again as though he needed to say it so that Taizen could actually grasp the concept. Taizen looked up slowly, "W-what're you doing eavesdropping...?! That's-" "I knew I should have given you some pointer's, at this rate you'll die young and lonely..." Wait, was he saying Taizen would die young...? Wait that's not the point(at the moment).

"N-Niima know's im joking!" "sorta..." "Taizen, do not presume to know the mind of a woman... Especially one as intelligent as Niima... That was the beginning of the convers. By the end of it, Taizen was attempting to crawl out of the room with his one arm. And Taikai placing a foot on Taizen's back to stop him from moving. Perhaps Taikai's conversation had shifted from Niima, to the 'birds and the bees' and now, Taikai seemed to be talking about... Experiences...?! Taizen! Crawl! Crawl!!!!

Musei sighed, watching Fulgar and Kurai walk off. It was almost a repeating pattern in his life; he would meet someone that he could admire and right off the bat they would be gone. Whether by their own accord or someone else's wishes, they always left. He smiled. He just couldn't help it. He laughed to himself at the complete irony of this situation, and every one he had before. Maybe it's my destiny to have no one to look up to. He thought, turning around and walking away.

Musei walked back outdoors, and just stared into the sky. Sure, it was still cloudy from the rain, but it was a beautiful sight. What was it about the sky that made Musei happy? Was it the fact it was alone, free? Or was it because it connected everything together, like some giant network of threads. Everyone saw the same sky, the same night. Connected, even miles away. A world away.

Musei closed his eyes, trying to stop the familiar stinging sensation of tears. Every time I start something emotional, I start crying. Once assured he wouldn't start sobbing, Musei walked back to the middle of the fighting ground. He looked at every scorch mark, remembering the Fire benders. He passed to the puddles of water and the continually melting ice spikes, thinking of the Water benders. Crumbled steps and pillars, Earth. But he couldn't find any trace marks for an Air bender. Did they leave no marks? He sighed, sitting on an undamaged pair of stairs, and began playing with a stray leaf that came across his path; sending it in a cyclonic pattern, higher and higher. Then he bored of it, letting it slowly fall to the ground.

What do I do now?

((XD Taizen is going to have fun. <3 ))

Abruptly, Taikai released his hold on taizen, and helped him stand up on stiff legs. Taizen and Taikai looked very embarrased, and seemed to choose silence over arguing, apparently Taikai must have had enough sense to not make Taizen a blustering fool. "Thank you Niima..." Taizen said, with a stiff little bow that could barely be considered a bow with the craning of his neck. (he didn't trust his legs enough for him to actually bow.)

He promptly fell onto his bed sat down on the edge of the bed, his mjouth closed firmly so that the small 'oof' sound could not escape. He gave niima a small smile, his stomach rumbled and made a sound reminiscent of a very small lizard.(Like, 'hiss!') he smiled awkwardly, as though he were afraid to take some of the food, he then realized how very awkward it would be to have to feed himself with one hand... He reached over to the extra bowl of Water Niima had left the night before. unfortunately, much of it had evaporated, but there was still some, and with his good hand, attempted to bend it onto his right wrist.

It worked, but it didn't fly smoothly like it did the night before. Rather it looked forced, and sluggish. And the light that emitted from the water was dull, and forced. After the bit of water dissapeared. Taizen tested his finger's stiffly. He felt no pain, but it felt like he was wearing a glove, rather than his own skin. How troublesome...

He smiled at Niima, removing the inspecting gaze from his hand to Niima's face. Almost as though she were saying that his shift of work was over, and that he could go home. He thanked Niima again before reaching out stiffly with both hands, and took a small loaf of bread. It steamed and it smelled as though on the inside were cooked, and sweetened meats. He brought it to his mouth contentedly when an annoying, and higher than a normal man's voice. Made him drop the loaf onto his lap, his clothing was still ratty, and tatter'ed, Taizen probably should have changed when niima left to bathe. (She did.) But he was too preoccupied with Taikai at that moment. Now with an annoying child pointing fingers, and scolding him, Taizen really felt as though his current appearance suited the moment. He couldn't exude his aura of superiority over the boy if he was dressed like a homeless bender.

his stomach hissed at the boy, reminding Taizen that he was hungry, apparently Taizen was holding a deaf ear to the young boy, he picked up the bread and brought it to his mouth. And then the child called him weak... hmm... taizen needed a pointy object... For some reason, Fulgar's scythe was in the room, a note was next to it. somewhere inside Taizen hoped that the note and scythe were to note Fulgar's death overnight, and that since Fulgar didn't really have a will, Kurai had entrusted the scythe to Niima. Either way, he reached over with his good hand and plucked the scythe from it's resting place, it was heavy, and when he shifted it into his stiff hand he felt almost like it could drop any minute now. He swifted it back into his good hand, and turned to the child again. apparently his stomach was still angry, hissing at the boy to answer for Taizen before he opened his mouth. He of course, did open his mouth afterwards. "Your capability of forgiveness then, is great enough to forgive Fulgar, but not me?" His voice seemed almost a growl.

The cythe did not interest taizen, it was as good as a knife with which to cut his bread. but since he couldn't move his feet like he would like. and his right arm was as raspy an old glove. Perhaps he could threaten him with the scythe... Ah but Niima... what would she think...? Ruining all of Taizen's petty grudges...

Apparently Taikai beleived Taien's scolding as a given, and did not pay attention, taking a bowl of soup and quickly finishing it it in a matter of seconds, before reaching for a loaf of bread similar to the one Taizen had collected.(And still not eaten...)

Musei only blinked. It was all his motor functions could allow at the moment. His whole body was frozen with shock. Sure, he was used to people talking, but no one had ever scolded him so. He honestly didn't know how to react. Should he be mad? Should he feel remorse? Should he walk away without a word? He just trusted it to his gut. "My ability of forgiveness reaches out to those who ask for it. You, mister, don't seem like the kind that would. So far, you've shown me that you can't."

He took another breath, ragged and shallow. The butterflies he had felt previously seemed to have multiplied and densed into one single point in his stomach. It was almost nauseating to breathe, let alone speak. The young airbender felt just about to faint. "And from what you have all said, and the way you all treat him, I suppose he hasn't been the best of people. I know that. I understand that. But...he's so sincere."

Then, he focused his childish rant on the woman. His youthfully sparkling eyes looking at her with the greatest amount of pity and scorn he could manage. "No. Shame on you for defending this murderous, arrogant piece of crap! I don't care if you think I don't understand! All I need to know is that he hurt people. People do that every day. This kind of stuff happens everywhere! What, just because you're a bender means that you can choose to hate someone forever? You immature jerks!"

He took another deep breath, trying to keep as much composure as possible without having his legs buckle underneath him. He was backtalking to two people he knew could very well snap him in half. But, right now, he didn't care. He just wanted them to...to...understand. Finally, he ended his rant with a final sentence. "You want dishonourable? Try this jerkwad..." He pointed to the man in the cot, "...who tried to kill an unconcious man."

He couldn't take it anymore. His legs began shaking uncontrollably. To hide it, he grabbed onto the bedframe. He knew this feeling, but the situation was wrong. Normally he felt this when being chased by some bloodthirsty animal. Not...just talking. Fear? Why is this emotion here?

That was all Musei needed. He knew he shouldn't have, and he regretted saying it all. He wanted to take it all back, but knew he couldn't. A stupid mistake. He tried calming himself down, but it wasn't working. Once the woman stopped berating him, all he could see or hear was his heart beating as if to burst from his ribcage.

Musei wanted to say that he was sorry, but all the words seemed to stick in his throat. He tried breathing, but his breath seemed caught up in the same lump in his throat. He slowly sunk to his knees, trying not to cry. He felt so horrible, but would a simple sorry make it all better? He choked on that lump, hiccuping a short intake of breath. Quickly it was followed by a series of muffled sobs; Musei was covering his crying face with his young and weathered hands. He tried to not cry, but he couldn't stop.

Through the gasps of breath, he tried to say "I'm sorry."

Niima stared at the child for several..long..moments. Whaaaa?? Surely he was not expecting for them to take a verbal beating without retaliation. She sighed softly and moved over to the boy, kneeling down and wrapping her arms about his shoulders. Even drawing him lighlty into a hug to hopefully calm him down.


She nearly toppled over upon hearing Taizen's words. Her eyes rose towards Taizen with question. She felt her stomach tighten. He had..tried to kill Fulgar? But..why? Surely there was a reason behind it. "Taizen..?" Apparently she wasn't aware or going to wait for him to explain in private. Her eyes shot to Taikai like he knew something. How else would the old man be so calm like this! She was definately out this loop! She looked back to Taizen, concerned and conflicted.

She would wait long enough to she knew the boy was alright before she pat his shoulders reassuring then pulled away to stand. And she just ...stared at Taizen. Waiting. If he wanted to take her elsewhere to explain she would follow. But wait she would..patient as always.

She was a smart gal. That's why Taizen liked her company was it not? Her right hand rose, beginning to rub at the bend of her left arm almost as if she where trying to rub away some bad feeling. The way he spoke..she had never heard him never just..tell her something. He was hiding something. And very well. Why..? Why suddenly the distrust? She wanted to blurt out 'but why..' but she remained silent. That was until Taikai's words fill her ears. It took a moment or two to register what he had said.

She tilted her head and looked over to Taikai. "Thank you.." Then her attention turned to the youth. "Please..allow me and my friend to leave without any ill will. We do need to talk. When I return, I would like to meet formally.." She offered a kind smile to the youth before addressing Taikai. "See if he's hungry too, Taikai. He may have my share of the food." Because quite frankly..her appetite disappeared some few minutes ago. Her stomach was so tight that she was worried about passing out. Both because she was..well..hungry..but more overly worried. Scared in fact. So her stomach was doing loop-de-loops and backflips through burning hoops.

She was giving Taizen no room to disagree with Taikai. She wanted her fear..her worry..to be quenched. She moved closer to Taizen but out of reach of the scythe he still held so firmly. She continued to feverishly rub at the bend of her arm, her attention fully to Taizen as if silently waiting for him to lead the way. Anywhere..she would follow..