Sokka the 38th - [Action]

[markofthewise]

[Shortly after the draft meeting, Sokka has been hanging out inside, pouring over the recon information Albert had provided a month prior, and matching it up with what Caesar had gone over. He wasn't the designated leader of his team, not really. There was possibly more qualified people for that. Brook and Erza came to mind, for that. Still, he could work on their own strategy. Their best defensive position would be the river. They just had to get there. Maybe... it wouldn't hurt to go talk to the people he'd be working with. If he can't stop them after they leave the meeting, he'll be going to the homes of any of his soon-to-be comrades. Well, assuming he knows where they live, at least. "Team A", huh.

... heh. Kind of like Team Avatar. Only without the Avatar.

Afterward, he figures it wouldn't hurt to make a few more stops. Since seeing Brook, Usopp and Chopper already necessitated a trip to the Straw Hats, he'll be making some quick stops at Mayoi's, Winry's, Xion's, and even Edward's. Lastly he'll even hit up Paru, since they are neighbors, after all. Of course, who's to say the people Sokka's looking for will actually answer the door and not someone else? No one, that's who! Once he's done making his rounds, time consuming as they are, he'll be spending the rest of his evening on his front porch, reviewing the plans. Silverbergs. Jeez.]

((tl;dr version: Sokka is all over the place. Do as you will.))

Comments

[fourteen]

[ glances down at her arm again, moves it slightly, then pokes it with her free hand. ]

I can't think of anything else it would be, unless you can lose more than one thing... [ looks up at him, her expression a little strange, like she's not sure how to feel about this ] I don't think-- no, I'm positive. I can't feel pain anymore.

[markofthewise]

[Well... okay, now that's just weird. He blinks in surprise, looking down at his arm and then at her.] Wow... that's... [Initial reaction: Kinda cool. Upon evaluating it further, he realizes that's very dangerous.]

Can you still feel other stuff?

[fourteen]

[ nodnod. ] Emotionally I don't feel any different. And I can still feel things like hot and cold, and.... like this. [ pokes him on the forehead! ] ... I just can't feel any pain. I broke my arm during the fight and didn't feel anything at all... it was kind of creepy. But... it's not the worst thing that could have happened. [ slight smile and a shrug. ]

[markofthewise]

[He nods at that, his head tilting back just a bit at being poked. She's right, of course. It could be a lot worse.]

I guess not. You'll just have to be more careful about doing stuff. [A cold chill runs down his spine as he remembers Winry digging into her own arm with a screwdriver. She didn't feel that either.] You might not realize you're hurting yourself at all...

[fourteen]

I know. It's going to be a little dangerous, but like you said... I'll just have to be more careful. [ quirks her smile a little bit, apologetically. ] But Sokka... you're the one getting drafted tomorrow. I'm the one who should be worried about you, not the other way around.

[markofthewise]

[Oh, right. That. The draft thing. He tries to pass it off as no big deal, diverting his attention elsewhere.]

Oh, that. It's no big deal. It's not the first time I've been in a war.

[fourteen]

[ what. ]

It's -- it's not? How is it-- even if you have, it's still a big deal! It's going to be dangerous, and... [ this face: )8 ]

[markofthewise]

I'll be fine! I volunteered to go willingly. I'm ready for this.

[fourteen]

[ hesitates, looking unhappy and uncertain. ]

... I should be used to this ... I had to watch Axel and Roxas go off to fight all the time, and it wasn't ever a big deal... but Luceti makes it scarier. I never worried about any of us dying back home...

[markofthewise]

[He puts on a brave, confident smile for her sake.]

I'm not going to die, Xion. I wouldn't even know the first thing about how to go about it, so it's not an issue.

[fourteen]

[ doesn't say anything and just looks kind of uncertain for a moment. then she gives a little smile and nods. you better not. ]

[markofthewise]

[He's just about done here, except for one thing. Suddenly a totally manly hug.]

[fourteen]

[ sdlkjhsd squeak.

;; dammit Sokka. she hugs him right back, tightly. she almost wishes she didn't have to let go, or say goodbye. ]

I just have to believe you'll come back... I know you will. I know you will...

/picks an icon derp

[markofthewise]

[Eventually he pulls away. He's not sure what else to say, so...]

I should go...

gj.

[fourteen]

[ Xion is a big girl and she will not cry. Even so, she only nods wordlessly, if emphatically, not trusting herself to speak. She tries for a weak, somewhat watery smile, at least. ]

shut up

[markofthewise]

[He returns a bolder smile before he sets off to take care of his other business. He hates leaving on a note like this, but he really doesn't have a choice. And he ran out of necklaces to give out.]