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Sokka the 51st - [Voice/Action]

[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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Coming!

[And there he stands, big smile on his face, hands behind his back.]

Winry, you're looking nice. [A moment.] And something smells good.

It better smell good. Come on in.

[He walks on in. From one hand, he produces a bouquet of flowers, white roses. In the other? A bottle of wine.]

Now where should I put these?

Oh, they're beautiful!

Let me go find water for them.

Of course. [He just steps in, closing the door behind him. He noticed that she ignored the wine, but well... he's sure she'll come around.]

Any reason why you picked white?

When we first met, it was in the snow, kind of like now. You were sweet, innocent, and pure. Like newly fallen snow. A beautiful, white snowflake.

[Was that too corny, he wonders? He's a little out of practice.]

You didn't really put that much thought into it, did you?

[He laughs.]

I just picked the prettiest thing I could find.

Now that seems more likely.

Although I'd like to think the first part was true. [Moving over the stove, he peers at the food.] So what are we having?

Marinated steak and stir fried vegetables. I hope you don't mind broccoli.

[He glances back, amused.]

Please, I'm pretty sure I've told you what we eat back home. I'm sure it will be great.

I'll get that.

[Winry? Bending over? Sorry, he's not looking at the food.]

Do you want to self-serve, or shall I serve you?

[Regular Sokka would say one thing, but this Sokka... sits down.]

The chef knows best.

Well alright.

[Maybe not exceptional, but it's better than what you eat while moving from one place to another in wartime. Sokka looks it over approvingly.]

You've done a great job.

You flatter me, Sokka.

I've been known to do that, but only when people deserve it. [And by people, he means girls. And when he says girls, he means hot babes.]

Is that so? And what have I done to deserve it from you?

[He doesn't answer right away, instead taking a bite of the steak and chewing it thoughtfully, before nodding.]

Well, good food to start with. I haven't had a good meal like this in over a year.

Really?

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