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.))

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[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Freezing. But the closet in the room I woke up in did not have a single fashion-forward trench in the whole thing.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Well that's closets for you. [He slings off his coat, which is a nice thick parka suitable for living in the south pole. He holds it out for her.] So how about we find a way to warm you up?

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Gratefully, she takes the parka and wraps it over her shoulders.]

Would said way have anything to do with hot chocolate? 'Cause if so you can count me totally in.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Hot chocolate... is tame to what he had in mind.]

Well it's a start.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Nearly seventeen year old Buffy is a virgin if you can believe that chat. Her mind will always leap to hot chocolate.]

With marshmallows?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[This Sokka is not, but maybe he can fix Buffy's problems.]

It wouldn't be hot chocolate without it, would it? [Walking on there now.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Funny. They're so small but so totally integral to the whole hot chocolate experience. [Tagging along rather splendidly.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Once they arrive, he'll do the gentlemanly thing and hold the door open for her.]

It's the little things that can make things the sweetest. I'd say you have more or less the same effect.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Well, you're no Jacob Black but you'll do. Especially with compliments like those. Buffy steps through and graciously acknowledges the gesture with a smile.]

So if I'm the marshmallows -- what does that make you?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Before following her in, he grabs a handful of snow.]

Me? [With his bending, the snow goes from solid, to liquid, to steam.] I'm what warms you up.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Shut up. [Her gracious smile turns into a full on grin.] Get outta here, Sokka. I had no idea you could do that.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he loves that trick.] Oh, I bet there's a lot of things you don't know about me.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Counting off on her fingers.] You have a sister. You lived in an igloo. You totally didn't know what Pig Latin was until I oh-so-kindly taught you and...well? Is there anything else I need to know?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Had a sister. What's Pig Latin?]

You missed the most important one. In this case, the fact that I'd like nothing more than to take you out to dinner tonight.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

And I'd like nothing more than to accept! On the total proviso that I can find something even half suitable to wear. Doesn't whoever owned my closet before me get that peasant tops are so seventies.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want to wear? You can make it work. [Sitting down now, waiting for her to join him.] Unless you want some suggestions.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[She sits and immediately cradles her chin in her palms, leaning forward.] I suppose a kickin' halter will have to do.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He knows even less of your lingo than ever. He forgot it in the past two years.]

Whatever that is? I bet it will be great.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

So -- pick me up at eight?

[Yeah. She is so not afraid of being forward.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

I'll be there. [A pause.] Remind me where you live again? It's been awhile for me.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

House numero seven. [Tapping her nails on the table-top.] I gotta be honest with you, Sokka. This was a total left-fielder. I never figured you were interested.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Different day, different Sokka. No need to let on that, though.]

Clearly I didn't know what I was missing.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Now if only Jacob Black could see the light, too!]

Well, here I am! Totally and terribly missable.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Oh, not missable at all. I was just under the impression you were spoken for.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Nope. No one has spoken for me. Or written for me or even sign-language'd for me. I'm totally not-anythinged by anyone Buffy Summers.

[Flustered? A little.]