Sokka the 48th -- [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

[After being sent home in his own bed, Sokka had slept in a bit, finally had some real food and then went to see Suki. By now, he figures he should check to see how things went. Thus, he has a message to leave.]

Well that was a lousy week. How's everyone else doing? Did I miss anything?

Oh and uh. I think I might have to take the week off from the smithy. Maybe longer. That goes for training too.

[... yeah, that should do. He'll hang around town acting just a bit odd. For instance, very gently and very slowly opening the doors to shops. He doesn't bother going to the smithy. He's mainly just trying to stave off boredom due to the fact he really can't do much of anything now. Stupid Malnosso.]

Comments

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[falenandawn]

.....Maybe cut firewood? [He's pulling ideas out of thin air.]

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[markofthewise]

... cut firewood, huh? Follow me. [He goes over towards the smithy.]

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[falenandawn]

Ok? [Frey follows, wondering if Sokka is taking his suggestion to heart.]

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[markofthewise]

[Outside the smithy is a barrel of scrap metal. Sokka takes out an old, dull sword due to be melted down.]

Okay, see this? [He takes it and... snaps it in two over his knee. With complete ease.] And that's with metal. I'm pretty sure the firewood wouldn't stand up.

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[falenandawn]

[..... Well then.] ....You could... carry things?

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[markofthewise]

Right... any ideas?

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[falenandawn]

Um.... Trees...? [Nope, No idea.]

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[markofthewise]

... I guess I could do that...

[He did need to build a shelter for Appa. He could do it with whole trees.]

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[falenandawn]

You could? [What, he just pulled that out of no where.]

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[markofthewise]

Yeah. Appa does need a house for when winter comes. I could make him one... out of trees.

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[falenandawn]

Appa?

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[markofthewise]

He's our big flying air bison. [Totally normal that.]

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[falenandawn]

Flying what?

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[markofthewise]

Air bison. White, fuzzy. Six legs.

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[falenandawn]

[Other worlds... right.]

I see. He.. needs a house then?

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[markofthewise]

He's too big to move in with us.

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[falenandawn]

I see.

So... building a house? [Gosh, your world is odd, Sokka.]

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[markofthewise]

Yes, out of trees. I figure with this kind of strength, it should be easy. Once I'm back to normal, I can make it more stable and insulated.

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[falenandawn]

Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. And... whole trees will make it stronger, I guess.

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[markofthewise]

Hopefully Moro won't notice me doing it. She tends to get upset about those kind of things.

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[falenandawn]

[He winces at that.] Yeah.

Just... keep an eye out, I guess?

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[markofthewise]

Yeah, I guess. [Change of subject now!]

So, anything happen while I was being poked and prodded?

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[falenandawn]

Ah, nothing much. The village has been peaceful. We expected, well, something, but it seems nothing has happened yet.

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[markofthewise]

Oh. Well better that nothing happened, right?

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[falenandawn]

True.

It doesn't meean we should drop our guard just yet though.