Sokka the 51st - [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

[This morning, the Sokka that wakes up is not the one he was before. However as he gets out of bed, he soon recognizes the room he's in. He remembered it from two years ago... how did he get back here? How was he going to get back? With a sigh, he turns to his journal.]

What's the month and cycle here?

[Best to find out how long he's been gone. He soon finds some clothes that aren't too small on him and gets dressed, heading out to see what's changed since he's been gone from Luceti. Already he knows something is wrong. If he was sent home and brought back, all this stuff shouldn't be here. Maybe some people from home are here. Or maybe... maybe his sister is still alive here. He swallows hard as he exits his room, going to explore the house.

Later in the day, he'll be roaming town, now educated about what exactly is going on. He isn't too happy about it, but he can at least catch up with some old friends before he's sent home.]

((ooc: Avatar Sokka again! From his perspective, he left for his own world in August and has been gone for two years. He has all of his memories from prior to AU, thought it may take awhile for him to remember some people. Anyone regular Sokka met after August is completely new to him. Also, replies will come from avatarsokka. Sokka is now eighteen, taller (5'10), and more built than his icons imply (Earthbending does that to you). He has since fixed his shoop beard.))

Comments

[barefoot-bender.livejournal.com]

[And Sokka might bump into Toph stepping out of her room as he explores the house.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[So he does. She gets a weird look as he regards her. It takes him a second before he realizes... that's Toph, only younger. Just like that time he was in that weird, other Luceti.]

Toph?

[barefoot-bender.livejournal.com]

[She stops, not facing him as usual.] Sokka? You sound like you have a co-

[She pauses before tossing in a jib. Wait a second. He feels different, too.] Geez, aren't they bored of this already?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[And she's way too short.]

They made you younger.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Buffy, nearly seventeen and with a way smaller chip on her shoulder, recognizes someone she knows. At least--she thinks so. Huh. Something's new.]

What's with the wacky facial hair, Sokka?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He vaguely recognizes her too, although not by much. She was just that person he had only talked to a few times back in August.]

It's nothing new. [Although given this isn't the Luceti he was from, ugh...] At least for me.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

I didn't even realize you could actually grow any.

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

The month is December and I believe the cycle year changed from three to four recently?

[Voice]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[That voice...]

Winry?

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Sokka?

[markofthebrave]

[Katara went to bed exhausted and mini. Epic snowball fights can do that to a girl. So she is still out like a light while you are up with the dawn. Are you sure you're not a firebender?

Remember which room's hers?]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He does. He stands at her doorway for far too long to count. He doesn't know whether she'll be on the other side. He's not sure what he's hoping for the most. One one hand, seeing his little sister again, for the first time in a year... but it would be like losing her all over again. After long deliberation, he quietly opens the door and steps in. The room is much like he remembered it and there, on the bed, she's sleeping.

It's like a wrench to the heart. He can't bring himself to wake her, so he sits in a nearby chair instead and bows his head. What do I even say?]

[markofthebrave]

[She's not sleeping that soundly. Soon enough, the sense of another person in the room will wake her. She props herself up on the bed, absently notes that she's herself again, and glances around. All she sees is her brother's bowed head - and she doesn't register anything else this early in the morning.]

Sokka? Is something wrong?

action

[rendingblade.livejournal.com]

[This would be an older Nan heading your way - pausing, eying the facial hair, frowning and then] ... Sokka?

action

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[She looks vaguely familiar... but for someone he remembered being like, 13, and meeting two years ago? He can't exactly place a name.]

Yeah. Do we know each other?

action

[rendingblade.livejournal.com]

[The feeling is mutual. She cocks her head.. she must have arrived in the middle of an experiment, the strange behavior she'd been seeing all day could only point to such.]

Yeah. I'm Nan.

[voice]

[samsaras.livejournal.com]

Sokka...? [now he's acting strangely too. He'd forgotten the date?]

[voice]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[... that voice.]

Nanako?

[voice]

[samsaras.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong? [she hasn't noticed the beard yet.]

[Voice] mostly a placeholder

[blessingone]

[...She'd heard that line before from a familiar person. She sighs.]

Another person from the future...?

[Voice]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Another from the future, what?]

That depends on the date.

[Voice]

[blessingone]

December. [Oh, right. The year. Um....] That means I've been here for almost a year, and since you arrived around the same time.... [She meant to confirm if this really was a future Sokka after that, but she got distracted by the sudden realization of "oh. it really has been almost a year."]

[Action]

[kyoshi]

[During his house-wandering, he'll probably run into Suki as she heads in from her usual early-morning exercises. Normally she would greet him with a smile and a kiss, but this time... pause.

He has facial hair, what is this. And... older?

...Wait, what?]

Sokka?

[Action]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her with casual interest, but not the kind that includes recognizing her. He's met the Suki of his world, but never without face paint.]

... yes? What are you doing here?

[Action]

[kyoshi]

[What kind of a question is that?]

I just came in from my drills, why?