Sokka the 47th - [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

I guess that's it for the new people, unless it starts up again this month. Well, anyway, I'm Sokka. Or Sokka Thunderaxe as some have been known to call me. I'm fine with either one.

I run the smithy here in town, known as the Slash 'n Crash, along with Edward and Winry. They both work for me. [They don't, but this is some rather obvious trolling here.] So if you need any kind of weapons made, or sharpened, or you know... some other kind of odd job. I'm the go to guy for that. There isn't money, so... the stuff is free. But we do accept favors as payment! Or food. Or well, anything. Just ask for me, Sokka. That's with an okka. [Accept no substitutes.]

[Filtered to Raine]

Speaking of which, mind dropping by today?

[Filtered to Regal and Gelda]

Sooooo. [A beat.] How did it go?

[For you action lovers out there, Sokka can be found at his usual haunts. School, the smithy, eating lunch in the plaza, or generally hanging out around his house.]

Comments

[voice]

[markofthewise]

Of course. In fact, I'll make another one today. Maybe add lightning bolts to it or something.

[voice]

[all7seas]

Best axes in the world are made by the hands of Sokka Thunderaxe. Fact.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

Well, I wouldn't want to go overboard... but yeah, probably.

[all7seas]

I shall be wanting one soon enough, lad. Or at least my old one sharpened.

[markofthewise]

Just bring it in. It doesn't take long.

[voice-->Action]

[all7seas]

Aye---I'll be by.

[And sometime later? He's by. With the monkey.]

Oi! Thunderaxe! Jack's got a monkey what needs a house!

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[Immediately there's a hawk sitting on a perch beside the couch that starts screeching at the monkey. This gets Sokka's attention, unfortunately Hawky doesn't seem to want to calm down.]

Two days, Jack! I said two days! Not two hours!

[Action]

[all7seas]

You don't want to measure him?

[This would be like trying to measure, oh, I don't know, a hummingbird that has smoked all your crack.]

And here's the axe. [He thumps the dull-bladed tool down on the counter.]

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[He can see the monkey from here.]

He looks roughly Momo-sized. I think I should be fine.

[Action]

[all7seas]

[The monkey jumps on Jack's shoulder and begins scolding Hawky.]

Jack! No! Bad monkey! Naughty!

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[Oh great, now Hawky is flapping his wings and screeching even louder.]

Hawky! Quiet! Quiet! Stop that!

[Action]

[all7seas]

Thunderaxe! I'm sorry, lad--I've never heard him use such language. I don't think he likes your bird at all. Reminds him of an eagle he once met in Belize; they didn't get on at all.

[Action]

[markofthewise]

Yeah, clearly. [Sokka gets Hawky to climb on to his arm, slips a blank piece of paper into the tube on his back, and sends him flying to send it to Katara.]

... whew. [Wait.] You speak monkey?

[Action]

[all7seas]

Well it's not that difficult, is it? Now, look: this blade, when can it be sharpened? I'm on schedule.

[Action]

[markofthewise]

I can do it now. Just give me an hour. And... take the monkey with you.

[Action]

[all7seas]

Ah. Monkey...yes. Right. Farewell for now then, Thunderaxe.

[And with a swirl of coattails, pirate and monkey are gone from the place, the axe left behind.]

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[Right. So, in order to prove he doesn't hop to stuff when Jack tells him, Sokka spends a whole ten minutes doing nothing.

And THEN he sharpens the axe. Whenever Jack gets back, it'll be sitting there, sharp enough to split a hare. Splitting a hair might be a tad more difficult.]