Sokka the 42nd - [Action/Written]

[markofthewise]

[Changing back suddenly had been something of a shock. His counterpart had a tendency to stay up late and while in the middle of making a sandwich for lunch, he gradually became aware something had changed as he blanked out for a moment. He felt shorter, younger, and there was less hair on his chin. His hair was still down, but he soon fixed that. After enough time, things started to catch up with him. All the horrible things he said, did, and thought... they were firmly in his mind. Maybe it wasn't really him who did all that stuff, but he remembered it like it was.

He spends a few hours not even sleeping, just going over everything he could remember, His first priority was his sister. After quietly peeking in on her, he could see she was back to her old self. They really, really needed to talk. But for now, he takes out his journal and writes out a message.]

I'm back to my old self. To anyone I talked to this last week, I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't me, it was... someone else. Kind of. Especially you, Winry.

[Of course, writing that in the middle of the night likely won't get noticed until the morning. By that time, Sokka will be on the roof of his house, temporarily covering up the damage left there by a certain incident yesterday. It's a good excuse for not having to face what happened the last week.]

Comments

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Good, good. So how does one hour from now sound? [You should have known that part was coming.]

[Voice]

[falenandawn]

N-now? [ But... he really didn't want to go out;;. Sokka you sneaky bastard.]

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

What, you think I was going to wait until next week? I'll be be busy, then.

[Voice]

[falenandawn]

...... Well, no, but..

Fine.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Good, good! I'll be at the barracks, then.

Voice---> action

[falenandawn]

....Right. [S-sob. He'll grab his old red outfit which is now significantly tighter around the chest, and quickly get ready to head out. Like heck he'd be going out and fighting in a tanktop or t-shirt.

A while later, He'll show up at the barracks, weapon in tow]

Action

[markofthewise]

[Sokka will be waiting there, having already picked up a training sword to replace his own sword, which he brought along in case Frey wanted to see it up close when it wasn't being used to cut rabbits in half. When he sees Frey walking in, he refrain from making any comments about her appearance. In that outfit, she actually looks a lot like the old Frey, just a little shorter and top heavier. To people who didn't know Frey well, you could hardly tell the difference.]

Hey Frey, I didn't think you were going to come.

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[falenandawn]

[Which is exactly why he chose it, besides the fact it was baggy and covered his chest completely. He'd still rather not have people from home commenting on his change. As long as no one noticed the softer features and boobs, he could probably get away with it.]

Of course I came. It just took me a bit to get myself over here.

Action

[markofthewise]

[He nods. It was mostly a jab that Frey might chicken out. Clearly he didn't, in spite of his current form.]

Well, you made it either way. [He walks on over. In the past, he had only a small advantage of height on Frey. He noticed now that becoming female meant losing a few inches too. Huh.] You ready?

Action

[falenandawn]

[Frey had some dignity left, at least.]

Ready when you are. [He pulls out his weapon to illustrate.]

Action

[markofthewise]

[He draws his fake sword and assumes a defensive position.]

Ready.

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[falenandawn]

[And Frey will start out slow: snapping his weapon into a staff, he'll send a basic swing at Sokka, just to see his reaction.]

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[markofthewise]

[He gracefully and smoothly deflects it, pushing the staff away. He doesn't bother countering an easy blow like that.]

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[falenandawn]

[Following that, Frey's going to reverse his staff in a swing at Sokka's head.]

Action

[markofthewise]

[Sokka ducks underneath that one and while he's down, takes a swing at Frey's left side.]

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[falenandawn]

[Frey turns to the side, pulling his body back from the blow, at the same time collapsing his staff and using his momentum to send the last section of his nunchaku straight at Sokka's head.]

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[markofthewise]

[Once his sword fails to connect, he pulls back his blade in time to be able to quickly defend against the blow to the head. He gives Frey a disapproving frown. Smacking him in the head during a spar? Girl or not, that's pretty cheap. He counters with a jab this time, straight for the chest.]

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[falenandawn]

[Hey, he softens his blows and never aims for the temple. A wap to the back of the head would do no more then smart for a bit. Frey pulls back again, suprised at how light on his feet he is now and stumbling back a bit, tripping over himself.]

Action

[markofthewise]

[This goes unnoticed as Sokka presses his attack regardless, this time sweeping at the legs while Frey is off balance.]

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[falenandawn]

[ And Frey is too busy trying to correct his stumble to stop Sokka, so down he goes. He rolls out of the way immediately and tries to get up though. In a real fight being stuck on the ground kills.]

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka wouldn't be hard pressed to keep Frey from getting up, but he backs off, slips into a defensive posture, and waits for Frey to get his bearings again.]

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[falenandawn]

[Frey gets up quickly, confused as to why his balance seems off. He'll get into a defensive position, too, waiting.]

Action

[markofthewise]

[Here he comes again for another swing, this time swinging in for Frey's left side.]

Action

[falenandawn]

[And Frey brings in his nunchaku to block with one section, aiming the butt end of another at Sokka's midsection.]

Action

[markofthewise]

[He begins to understand the versatility of the staff. Even so, the simple effective elegance of the blade is nothing to scoff at. While his sword is still stretched away from him, he twists it in his hand. The blade turns around in an arc, stopping so that the blade now follows up the length of his arm, behind him. When the butt end of Frey's staff goes to hit Sokka, it will instead his the sword's blade instead.

He then takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of them before twisting his sword forward again. He goes for a jab, feinting for the left, but ultimately going for the right instead.]