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?))

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[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[You have his full and undivided attention, Sokka.]


So what spirits are there- and how exactly does one go about contacting them...?

[markofthewise]

Well... you have Kippin for wind, Eferin for fire, Tsinky for electricity, Sona for water, Faeren for earth, and Hyt for light. And then there's Nala, for healing magic. I only know the first three.

[He actually stopped trying to learn them when he found they only worked in the enclosure... and well, he hasn't had luck with Nala.] Making pacts with them is just... sitting, meditating, and waiting for them to 'talk' to you.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

Well, looks like I've got another way to occupy my time... if we ever make it back to town, at least.

[But which spirit to try for first...]

[markofthewise]

[Forget Hyt, maybe they should follow Michael's sparkling teeth.]

The school is the best way to get started, if that's your kind of thing.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[That's not his teeth, per se. It's just the concentrated aura of win reacting with the air around him.]

Guess I know what classes I'll be taking this week... if I'm in any shape to get to school.

[markofthewise]

[Hmmm...] Do you go to school here? [Sokka usually does, but he doesn't really pay attention, except in the classes he cares about. And he barely pays attention to the other students.]

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

Not yet, at least. I'll be starting tomorrow, hopefully.

[What, not even the pretty students? Madness.]

[markofthewise]

[He knows all of them outside of class.]

Yeah... I'll be skipping tomorrow. Especially after tonight.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Good man.]

Thinking I might not have a choice... but the sooner I can get into the swing of things there, the better.

[markofthewise]

I arrived here in Luceti in the middle of December. And didn't start going until... March, I think. It doesn't really matter.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

I've got nothing but time here... may as well do something with it, I figure.

[markofthewise]

It can get pretty boring around here... that's why I work at the smithy.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

Sadly I've never had much in the way of talent in a craft like that. I've had to learn my way around a kitchen out of necessity... and that's about it.

[Smirk.]

It has impressed more than a few girls back on Frontier, at least.

[And possibly one here~]

[markofthewise]

Oh. So you cook. That's... cool. [Kinda. What is it with insatiable flirts and cooking?] Must be pretty good then, right?

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Well, in his case at least, the flirting and cooking are both in some way a result of horrific childhood trauma.]

Living on my own for the last few years of my life kind of necessitated it. Wasn't strictly necessary... but the hard work was worth it to avoid a life of the horrific food at school and the Macross Quarter's mess hall.

[markofthewise]

I've tried to learn to cook here. I can feed myself if I have to, but it's not great.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

Well... a lot of it is just practice, even if you're following a recipe.

If you ever want some pointers though, just say the word.

[markofthewise]

[A shrug and he waves his hand dismissively.]

Nah, cooking isn't really my thing. Thanks, though.

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He nods, and... having run out of things to converse about, lets silence fall for a moment, until...]

...So, how far do you think we've walked without introducing ourselves?

[markofthewise]

[... oh, yeah. He hadn't given him his name yet...]

Maybe half a mile? More?

((ooc: To maintain the (pointless) mystery, you cool with one of them teleporting before names are exchanged?))

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

((ooc: works for me. So Sokka won't be able to easily track down Katara's mystery boy, and Michael won't know what's coming, eh?))

Well... probably not quite a record, but at any rate, the name's-

[And he's gone. Lucky for him, much closer to town. Not so lucky for him... in the river. Because certain forces don't feel right letting him get off easy from this little hike.]

[markofthewise]

((ooc: Exactly! It will be more fun this way when Sokka and Sanji hunt him down to gut him. >.>))

Err.... [Well that was poorly timed. Sokka stares at the empty space for a few moments, as if expecting him to suddenly reappear. Eventually, he decides he won't, grumbles something about the Malnosso, and continues walking.

... he misses the conversation.]