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

[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.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a problem. We should fix that so you are a something-by-someone Buffy Summers.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Not so fast, Goatee Boy. We'll see how our first date flies first, okay?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. [Here comes the hot chocolate.] I'll just have to try extra hard.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Oh! She takes hers with utter joy and wraps her fingers around the mug.]

This is so gonna hit the spot.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He nurses his own cup, hmm, it's a little hot.]

Enough marshmallows?

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Just about. The best part is totally when they melt and go all gooey. Don'tcha think?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He blows on his hot chocolate, managing to bend the condensation in his own breath to be cold enough to make the hot chocolate a little more tolerable.]

I just wish they had these where I come from. No hot cocoa, not even the marshmallows. [And he takes a sip, even though you know, most people would wait for it to cool.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

That sounds seriously underprivileged, man.

[Heartened by his quick sipping, Buffy tries her own...and gets quite badly burned. She sets the mug suddenly back down and fans her slightly opened mouth. Owch.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

We have our ways of making up for it - here, let me.

[He leans over and does the same trick on her hot chocolate.] Try now?

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at him, uncertain. The mug and its contents did not look any different. She bites her bottom lip -- remembering the pain of the first sip but also finding that it was slowly slipping away. Slayer healing.]

You're sure? [But she doesn't wait for an answer. Lifting the mug again, she tilts it towards herself and sips and...ah!] It's just right!

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Self satisfied grin as he leans back. It wasn't often he got to use that one to impress girls. Always worth it, though.]

Happy to help. Will your tongue be alright? [Maybe he could use his waterbending healing... with his tongue.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

It's cool. I...recover pretty quickly. Call it a quirk. [She toys with the mug's handle, leaning on her other arm's elbow.] Was that a spell, or...?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Quirks? Quirks are good. [He turns in his seat a bit, so he can face her.] Waterbending, actually. Not quite magic.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Okay -- I'll bite. Just how do you bend water?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He undoes the lid on the canteen at his side and streams the water out, with it floating in the air to match the motions of his hands.]

Very, very carefully.