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Sokka the 48th -- [Voice/Action]

[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.]

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Well, anyway. We should try to have less 'musical' conversations in the future.

Not a fan of a good tune, Sokka?

Good tunes are fine. At times. Oh well... at least no secret tunnels were involved.

...Are secret tunnels usually involved?

Not often, fortunately. I'd have a dented forehead if they were.

Right, so--as far as I can get from this whole conversation? Sometimes your bad days involve secret tunnels--but only sometimes. And ditto me for spontaneous musicals.

Secret tunnels with spontaneous music. It's a two-for-one deal.

I'll...pass. That sounds altogether a little too freaky even for me.

[Then, blinking:] I'm...not holding you up from anything, am I?

[A shrug.]

Not really. I can't do anything anyway. No training, no working. Just chatting. Go around, chatting it up.

Taking time off?

No. Just your average case of being super strong and breaking just about anything I touch. Nothing major.

Oh. [Quiet for a moment.] At least you don't have high school gym class to contend with? 'Cause then the whole super strong thing gets awkward.

[You get an eyebrow at that.]

Uh, well none of that. But I've got a running tally of about four doors I've ripped off the hinges today.

[She grabs a seat on the fountain's edge and invites him to join her.]

Yep, I remember pulling a few of those in my first few months on the job. But--ah, I'm guessing you haven't spontaneously been mojo'd into a Slayer 'cause you're so not the type. So what's the what? Drink something you shouldn't have?

[... what is this, Buffy? Sitting next to him? Sharing stories? He didn't realize this was bonding time.]

Malnosso experimentation. And why wouldn't I be the type? I could slay vampires, if I had to.

[Well, Sokka? She's channeling that part of her that kicks into high gear during the one-on-ones with new Slayers. The near counseling levels of conversation when she helps them cope with the sudden onset of super strength--not to mention the dreams, the expectations, the danger. Unintentionally, she's treating him like one of her girls.]

Sure, you could slay them...but you couldn't be a vampire slayer. In my world? Slayers are only ever girls. One girl, chosen to fight against the vampires and the demons. But--that's not the important thing. You haven't--y'know--accidentally hurt anyone, have you?

[Sokka is utterly chill with this, because he knows it's temporary. Mostly he's just bored.]

Why do they only get to be girls? Come on, that's not fair. [Ignoring the question there. He hurt Ami just helping her up. ~~And he hurt a lot of guards, but that wasn't an accident.~~]

They only get to be girls 'cause the old men who first created the Slayer line mistakenly figured that teenage girls--even with ridiculous amounts of power hidden in them--would be easier to control. To handle and to wield. So the Slayer line's always been girls only.

... well that's pretty stupid. [For multiple reasons.]

Yeah, I tried to put in some kind of formal complaint but I think the Council that was in charge really only understood loud, shouty, British insults. They're kind of a really wiggy group.

[She shrugs, it's not a big deal. They don't even really exist anymore.] So how much extra strength are we talking here? I know you mentioned the doors, but...

You know those drones? I hit one with a sword. One of the swords the guards had. I got it embedded in its side and was left with only the hilt.

[So he's thinking preeeeetty strong, yeah.] And I accidentally through one of those guards a couple dozen feet too. That was kind of cool.

It's a rush, isn't it?

[Strange how she can say that with sympathy and not enthusiasm.]

You know, if I could control it and thought it would stay? I'd be great with that. But sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. So it's basically just annoying.

You can't control it at all?

Not in the slightest. Hence the broken doors. [And him trying to punch a hole in a wall and just getting a bloodied hand.]

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[action] ARE YOU HAPPY NOW MASA?

[action] yes ;_;