markofthewise | Wang Fire 2

[The recent arrival of Hawky has Sokka remembering the Fire Nation. The old days... when Sokka was another person. When he was a man. A man with a beard. Not only that, but it's a rather warm day for September. Sort of like... a Fire Nation summer. And it just so happens, he has a beard. He always has a beard. So he digs out his long neglected Fire Nation clothes (which are tighter than he remembered them being), moves his hair up into a top knot, uses some red dye on his wings, and applies a layer of glue to his face and eyebrows, applying his beard and busy brows. Wang Fire is back.

He sets up a booth in front of the plaza. Beside him, on a special stand, is Hawky. Cleverly disguised as well, with a small fez (with a Fire Nation emblem) strapped on his head. He is, of course, giving free advice today. He even leaves a voice post on the journal, using a very deep voice that sounds nothing like Sokka.]

Fellow citizens of Luceti. Do you need... advice? If you do, talk to the great Wang Fire. Troubled romance, missing home, family issues, or even trouble deciding what to eat for dinner. I can help!

((ooc: Will be answering tags with

beardofthewise. And yes, canonically, this is actually a convincing disguise. >.>))

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Ah, do they? Then answer me this: what's the best way to go about gettin' a boat around here?

By setting your sights smaller, your dreams become more achievable. Ask yourself this: what do you gain here by having a large boat in this place?

.........Never said a large boat, mate. But that's a fair question, and it has a fair answer:

Wenches.

Of course, my purpose for the boat goes beyond that, so it might be that a smaller vessel will do.

Simple answer: build one.

...Aye. Simple answer's likely the only answer, actually. Right.

Time to sharpen the axe again.

Another question: what do you do when a death god wants you dead?

Fake your own death. Possible assume a false identity. Do it while there's still New Feathers.

Ohhh...[Jack groans and makes himself more comfortable. This might take awhile.]

That's another problem...this beautiful...I made her think I'm someone else, mate, on the journals. Man name of Will Turner. And now she wants to meet him. Not the death god, another person.

[Maybe he should be charging here...]

What you need is to find someone who can be this Will Turner for you. And then, through his actions, show her that you are a far better man for her than he is.

But where'll I find a lean, tall pirate captain with puppy-ish brown eyes, cheekbones like knife blades, an obsessive habit of making swords, and an almost touching level of naivete?

[He considers that... and suddenly gets an idea.]

As it just so happens, I know the perfect person. Not quite brown eyes, but everything else fits.

Well? Out with it, hitherto unknown but now trusted guru!

His name is Edward. He works at the smithy already, very obsessive about swords. Very, very naive. He's not quite a pirate captain, but I think you could teach him to act like one.

Edward, eh?

And he'll be willing to sacrifice his honor for a dirty pirate what he doesn't know?

[And if Buffy already knows him...]

Death god'll likely kill me before I can make any of it work, my good philosopher.

[Would Edward do that? Hmm... hard to say. Sokka would have to psyche him up for it. He'll come back around to that later.]

Have you considered seeking the help of other gods?

Aye...Tia, like. Maybe. She might be convinced with a bit of persuasion on my part.

[Tia? Hm.]

Or perhaps Ammy. She's a wolf goddess. Not like Moro, mind you. She likes people. You'd only need tasty meats to persuade her to help.

[At "wolf goddess," Jack tenses. At "not like Moro," he relaxes. He wants to keep his legs, and doesn't need two gods angry at him.]

Aye---that sounds about right. Hire her, like? Pay in meat. That might not be a bad idea, wise one.

The William Turner situation, though--not quite sure how it got so out of hand. It were MEANT to be a joke.

Meat and respect, that's all she wants. [It's like she's what Sokka would be if he was a wolf. And a god. And female.]

Well, you can't turn back now, can you?

No. And if she finds out what I've done...

It might be better to go running off to the death god.

You have options, then. Good.

.....There's always options. Now, since you know him--what would be the best way of signing on this Edward fellow? Because the only way I see of this never coming out is if Will Turner is somehow permanently killed, and in this place that's askin' a lot.

[A good point. But, if Sokka is fooling Jack, right now...]

He'd need a good disguise. Maybe dye his hair, a fake beard... a small one, not like mine. Which is real. [Ponder ponder.]

He would need a fake home, too. So it can later be cleared out, like he was sent home. As for convincing him... I know someone who can talk to him.

[Jack is none the wiser; he's too busy also pondering.]

Aye, aye, fake beard would do, but not of the bigness of your beard, old father. Fact, it's more a mustache-chin warmer combination, bit scraggly really. Lad's trying to prove something by it, likely.

Oh really? Everything would be a deal easier to manage if this place had currency other than souls and blood and other messy entangling things.

Worry not, friend. For this, I do free of charge. Blood and souls are not required.

Deal! [You can't put a price on free.]

But, wasn't meaning YOU, sir; meant convincing others to help me who don't stand to profit by it. Difficult, that.

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