Sokka the 46th - [Action]

[markofthewise]

[As if Sokka hasn't had enough teleporting shenanigans... With the experiment going into its final hours in the early evening until midnight, Sokka is reappearing in quite a number of places. Bedrooms, closets, roofs, the middle of nowhere... it's all quite convenient. ((ooc: In other words, say where you want him to be and that's where he'll be!))

At one point, he falls into the southern lake. Right into the middle... going splash. After sinking quite deep from the height of the fall, he drags himself to shore, but only after he gets there does he realize he lost Boomerang to the bottom of the lake. After vainly attempting to dive for it several times, he'll be sitting on the edge of the lake looking generally defeated and pathetic at the failed attempts. The fact it's dark and cold don't even seem to bother him. Boomerang is everything to him. ((ooc: Retrieving it is locked to Razette, but others can certainly talk to him so long as they don't have the power to go dive for it themselves.))

He also, unfortunately, ends up in the mountains at about midnight. Come early next morning (post-event), an exhausted, bedraggled, and by now somewhat injured Sokka will be dragging himself into town from the plaza, on his way home. He looks pretty much horrible from how much the experiment has abused him.]

((ooc: please specify at which point you're running into him?))

Comments

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

...You're here again.

[markofthewise]

[He only glances back slightly at San, before returning his gaze to the water.]

... yeah. Didn't have a choice.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

So why are you still here?

[markofthewise]

Because I can't leave.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

You were injured?

[because otherwise you have two perfectly good legs.]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[During the evening, Jack sat next to the pile of debris that had once been his tent, dragged away from the large muddy water hole that was the only sign of where it had once stood. Before him was a dying campfire, slowly fading out from being neglected the past few days. The tea kettle sat atop the fire, the water coming to a boil when Sokka appeared sitting opposite Jack by the fire.]
...Sokka?

[markofthewise]

[He was in the middle of eating something. He is disappointed when he brings his hand up to his mouth and that leg of chicken didn't teleport with him.]

... aww man! [Wait... he looks up.] Jack?

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[A silence hung between them, the crackle of the flame and slow boil of the water the only sounds to be heard. The samurai closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh with a rather calm, albeit blank expression on his face. As he carefully picked up the teapot from the fire, the cool, collected sounding voice broke the silence.]
Before any further questions are inquired upon, let us say it is best that stated simply that these past few day have been indeed most trying. Might I interest you in a cup of tea?

[markofthewise]

[It takes him a moment to get over being bewildered and forlorn at the loss of meat. On one hand, he'd like to just go home. But he could also teleport at any moment now. So he relents and decides to stay. It is a nice warm fire, after all.]

Trying. Yeah, definitely. [...] Yeah, some tea would be nice.

What better time to meet Katara's family~

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Want some company stuck in the middle of the mountains in the dead of night? Have a groggy blond sniper. He WAS comfortably in bed. Then bed was rocks, and Michael was not happy.]

This only one of many big brother figures to win over...

[markofthewise]

[By now Sokka is already wet, hungry, and rather miserable. He's not even paying attention to where he's stumbling. At least, up until the point he trips over that rather fleshy rock.]

Oww! [His poor face.]

Michel's ready to run the gauntlet.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[And his poor ribs. He tries to scramble out from under who or whatever just fell on top of him.]

Again...?

I've got half a mind to put in a formal complaint with the management.

[The poor guy's had to deal with this so much over the weekend, any real displeasure has given way to sardonic humor.]

You alright there?

He only wishes he was. :|

[markofthewise]

[Sokka just flips himself onto his back so he can see what this talking lump is.]

I don't think the management cares. [In other words, he's not dead.]

[mermaidofnoel.livejournal.com]

[The splash caught her attention earlier, but after looking around for a while and finding no one, she immediately figured whoever it is must have gotten out before she could find them. Upon surfacing? She sees Sokka with an expression she hasn't witnessed before.] ♪~?

[markofthewise]

[He only slightly looks up as Razette approaches, but only just.]

Hey.

[mermaidofnoel.livejournal.com]

[She points to him, then uses her fingers to touch the sides of her mouth and frown, indicating that he looks sad.]

[markofthewise]

[Gosh Razette, don't make fun of him! He's really broken up over here, okay. He tries to ignore her by poking the dirt in front of him with a stick. Which snaps in two. Dammit.]

1/2

[markofthebrave]

--choo! [Sometime after Sokka recovers Boomerang, Katara drops, quite literally, onto a high tree branch beside him.]

Ugh.

[markofthebrave]

[...]

Gaaah!

[Clinging on to the tree branch now.]

[markofthewise]

[WHAT THE-!? Sokka scrambles backwards and lands on his bottom.]

What was that!?

[markofthebrave]

...Sokka?

Tagging late if it's alright?

[thestrongestway.livejournal.com]

[In this thread, there is a closet. This closet is then opened by a 6,9-10 foot tall muscled man towering over Sokka... and wearing the most hideous make-up he's ever seen on his face. He makes the Kyoshi-warriors look subtle, that's how bad it is.]

... I could make a pun here, but I think it would be in pretty poor taste.

[markofthewise]

[Sokka just stares... up and up at this guy. This... hideous looking man. He almost recoils and sinks further into the closet.]

Uh... err....

[thestrongestway.livejournal.com]

[At the sight of the young man going deeper into the closet, Bon Clay almost, almost can't resist the temptation to do a very tacky joke. But- figuring out the identity of this mystery burglar comes first!]

I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you don't usually stay in complete strangers closets?

[markofthewise]

Of course not! It's not what it looks like, sir. I was uh, teleported in here.