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

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry. You know, if I get used to being in charge you might not get it back.

[markofthewise]

Is that so? You know, maybe I should just leave Edward in charge instead. [Although that would mean Sigmund is indirectly in charge of the smithy. Who knows what could happen then?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Wasn't he the original person to run the smithy?

[markofthewise]

Him and Lloyd. But it was a joint ownership, so it doesn't count.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

And who decided it doesn't count. You?

[markofthewise]

[He smirks.] It was a unanimous decision. [He's teasing, obviously. Don't hurt him.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Between whom? The council of Sokka?

Do you want to come in?

[markofthewise]

Something like that.

[But... he glances inside the house. He's never been in there! But it will have to wait.] I would but... I have a lot of people to see. [And plans to go over, which is time consuming.] I can't stick around too long.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I see. I guess I'll have to let you go.

[markofthewise]

[He returns the hug. Maybe, really, that was all he wanted to stop by for.]

I'll be fine. I promise.

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

[markofthewise]

[After a little longer, Sokka will pull away, then reach around his neck and removes his beaded necklace. He holds it out for her to take.]

Here, I want you to hold on to this. When I get back, I'll tell you how I got it.

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

[markofthewise]

[He's never felt so torn about leaving for battle before. After all, he's never had to leave people behind like this. He begins to understand what it must have been like for his father when Sokka was left there, watching those boats sail away. Leaving people behind... it's just as hard as being the one left waiting.

Without hesitation, he takes the side of head, leans forward, and plants a brief kiss on her forehead. It's simply returning what she did the day she first found out he would be going to fight.] I'll see you in a week, Winry.

[With that, he turns to leave.]

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

See you.