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Sokka the 46th - [Action]

[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?))

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[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.]

Yeah, I've noticed.

[He drags himself partway up, onto his knees. And felt thankful the recent change of weather prompted him to get a set of pajamas.]

Question two... where are we?

[He doesn't even recognize this guy. Must be a New Feather.]

Up in the mountains. I've been up here for about an hour now.

[As his eyes adjust to the darkness, Michael finds himself wondering what seemed so familiar about him... but quickly dismisses it. First priority was the long and unpleasant hike he had ahead of him.]

Wonderful. And nothing for it but to start moving and hope to appear somewhere closer to town.

[He dusts himself off and stands just to one side of the trail.]

You know the way better than me, I hope.

[Unfortunately it's becoming ever closer to midnight. What Sokka doesn't know is that the experiment will then end, leaving them stranded.]

Oh, of course. I'm up in the mountains all the time. [In fact, he does not know the way back. He only knows to head south. Fortunately he's learned all about being a survivalist, so one thing he's done is worked out the positions of the stars in Luceti's skies. It's enough for him to figure out the right direction, at least.]

[Wilderness survival Michael can do, but there's no way he could read the stars and figure out which way the village was.

He can read the sarcasm in Sokka's voice though.]

Deculture... I was hoping you had at least some idea of which way to go.

[The deculture comment goes over his head. What was that supposed to mean?]

We want to head west, at least. Which is this way. [He points westward, which is the direction he tripped over Michael.] May not take us to the village, but at least we'll be on the right side of the mountains.

[It's the worst expletive he knows, worse than the regular ones. Honest.]

That's good enough for me.

[Michael takes a few steps, then pauses in thought.]

Got a knife on you, by chance? As much as I like this shirt... I think I like my feet better.

[Socks might keep your feet warm, but they're not exactly suited to a long hike through the mountains.]

[And Sokka didn't even know! So much for beating one another up. :|]

Huh? [He looks down and then realizes that whoever this guy is, he was settled in for the night.] No, but... [Unfortunately he doesn't have his sword, but he does have the boomerang he rescued from the depths of the lake. He's hesitant to hand it over.] You can use this. Just be careful with it.

[He holds it out. For a boomerang, it's actually quite sharp. There's a reason he wears those gloves, after all.]

[Michael quickly peels off his shirt and takes the offered weapon. With all the care and precision of someone who knows his way around dangerous objects, he makes quick work of the shirt and hands the boomerang back before sitting back down to tie the rags around his feet.]

Thanks a million. Now let's get home, shall we?

[He's not impressed yet. ~~But he rarely ever is, so don't mind him.~~ Once he has the boomerang back, he makes ABSOLUTELY certain it didn't get somehow dulled by cutting that shirt, before returning it to its holder behind his back.]

It could take awhile. I've been on this path an hour now.

[He shrugs as they begin their slow march.]

Hey, that's one less hour of travel between us and town.

For you, maybe. I actually had to walk all that!

[He's too tired to be optimistic.]

[Michael can't blame him, at least.]

Don't worry. You'll probably be in better shape than me by the time this night is over.

[Trying to come up with some sort of conversation- anything to keep their minds off their slow trudge through the wilderness.]

What sort of weapon was that, by the way? It looked like a boomerang... but can't say I've ever heard of one made of metal like that.

[Better shape? He figures Michael means in regards to his feet. Shame about that...]

Yeah, it's a pretty special one. Water Tribe design. [But it's only special to him. Really it's rather standard fare for Water Tribe weapons.]

[Water Tribe? Maybe if he wasn't still in a half-groggy daze, he might be able to figure out where he's heard that before.]

It's certainly nothing like anything I've ever seen. And you obviously take good care of it. Were you a soldier back in your own world?

[His head stops drooping ONLY for a bit.]

I was a warrior. I usually have my really cool space sword too, but I didn't have it when I started teleporting today.

..Space sword?

[He's simultaneously amused and curious about what sort of unusual technology might yet pop up in Luceti.]

Yeah, I made it out of a meteor. Hence: Space Sword!

[It makes sense, okay.]

[Ok. Technically, yes- but he was expecting a beam sword or something.]

Lucky enough to find enough meteoric ore to forge a sword, AND made it yourself? Color me impressed.

[Thank god this guy seems to enjoy talking about himself. And he's actually pretty interesting to boot.]

[Sokka's ego is being cranked up to eleven here. There is now NOTHING he cannot do.]

Well, that was just because I was, at the time, being trained by the best swordmaster in the entire Fire Nation.

[He raises his hands, meshing his fingers against the back of his neck as their trek takes them on a slightly smoother path.]

Ahh, sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to live in an era like that. Sadly, that sort of craftsmanship doesn't have a place when you're working with complex machinery and electronics.

[Oh, you've managed to ping his interest now. He lives in an era with swords AND steampunk. Clearly the best era ever.]

You work with machinery? Do you build stuff?

[Clearly.]

Nah, wrong end of the spectrum, I'm the one flying the ridiculously complex and expensive machinery, never had the knack for maintaining it.

Oh. [Just a pilot. That's considerably less interesting.]

A friend of mine invented tanks. They're pretty complex.

He only wishes he was. :|

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Pretend I said west earlier /cough

Wait, you didn't say west? ^_^b

Why yes I did!

Why yes I did!

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