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]

[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.]