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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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[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.

[Oh, it's on now.]

Impressive stuff. Not much use for tanks where I'm from though. Having to fly across half the galaxy doesn't leave much opportunity for ground-based engagements.

[Oh, Michael. It was never on. You're not an inventor. :|]

You have space ships? [He's way too familiar with this kind of stuff. Kid loves his science. The science section in Luceti's library is like candy to him.]

[Bah, figures. He'll make a comeback somehow.]

A whole colonization fleet, to be exact. The human population was devastated by the invasion of a race called the Zentradi- but once we won them over, the population boom meant we had to start hunting down other planets to live on.

[Oh, this is a new one.]

You ran out of place to live? [He can't even imagine that...]

[Oh-ho... point: Michael.]

Well, the billions and billions of Zentradi suddenly settling on earth was part of it.

And the discovery that Humans and Zentradi were able to interbreed made up for the rest of it.

[He makes a particularly conspicuous move to brush the hair away from his... pointed ears.]

[So wait...]

So let me get this straight. You fight these guys in a bitter war, lose who knows how many people because of it... and the first thing you do, after the war, is go make babies with them?

[... but nice ears! Just like Link's.]

...Yeah, pretty much.

[Don't worry Sokka, even he thinks it's pretty screwed up, but Zentradi chicks are HOOOOOOOOOOOT, so it's all cool.]

Long story short, both species were created by a hyper-advanced, and now dead race called the Protoculture. Humans were meant to be their successors, while Zentradi were little more than proxy soldiers used to fight their wars. Born artificially in factories, taught only what they need to know to fight. Because of that, when they were exposed to human culture and concepts like music, creativity, friendship and love, they went into a sort of culture shock. Among other things, that shock got them out of their kill-on-sight mentality long enough to realize we had nothing to do with the enemy army the thought they was entrenched on Earth.

[Jeez, who needs history class, when every time he meets someone new here, Michael finds himself reciting from his old textbooks.]

[Protoculture... artificial soldiers... riiiiiiight.]

Our enemies just shoot fire out of their hands.

[And giant bugs with lasers attached to their heads. He'd take your fire-shooting-guys any day of the week.]

Huh. How's that work, some sort of magic or what?

Why yes I did!

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