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]

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.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[And then Buffy says something that she kinda, in retrospect, wishes she didn't say:] Your showers must be so...awesome.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Oh Buffy, you really shouldn't have. He suddenly grins at that.] Well I wouldn't be against showing you sometime.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[Major blushage happening here. She buries her surprise in a sip of hot chocolate.]

I'll...I'll pass. I'm pretty expert at showering myself, thanks.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that.]

Well I was just talking demonstration, since it's so cold out. We can keep our clothes on.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Well, then...[she seems to be warming up to the idea!] If that's the case? Sounds like tonight'll be super spectacular.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Oh, it'll be special alright. I'll make sure of that.

[Hmm, does she drink? Well, she did work at a bar, so it stands to reason.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

I won't ask anything else. I don't want spoilers.

[She -- unfortunately -- could be talked into drinking.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Now that I've raised your expectations, maybe I should start getting ready for it.

[And maybe go flirt with some more girls and schedule other dates.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

And I need to go find some nail polish.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He finishes his hot chocolate and stands.]

Eight o'clock then. Dress warmly.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

Eight. On the dot. [She stays behind.

But later in the evening? She is all dolled up on the porch, a heavier lined coat hiding most of that dolling.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He's there on time. Early, in fact, by one whole minute. The Moon is out and he's feeling confident, even if things with Winry... well, no reason to dwell on that. He is, likewise, dressed warmly in traditional Water Tribe everyday-wear.]

Buffy. Funny meeting you out here.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[A smile.]

Call it fate.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Hm. [He stops and seems to consider that, stroking his goatee.] I don't know, I always like to think we make our own fate.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

And maybe I wanna change my preference to more likely we break our own fate.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[This is getting dangerously close to angst territory, so... moving on.]

That works too. [He steps out in front of her and turns to face her.] So, we have all of Luceti. We could get something to eat, see the sights, take a trip down river, or whatever you like.

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[A thoughtful finger to her bottom lip, just for show.] Normally? I'd vote romantic picnic by the lake but...brr. So how about we do it anyway and you can teach me all about how they keep from getting frostbitten in your world.

[Sigh. Yes, ladies and gentleman. High-schooler Buffy was just this flirtatious. Anything to get the guy.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Oh Buffy, you make this far too easy. A big grin forms on his face.]

Now you're talking. [He takes her hand and starts to lead her towards the river.] The key to staying warm, is proximity. You don't have a problem with that, do you?

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

I can't see a problem -- unless you turn out to be an undead creep.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry about that. I'm as lively as they come.

[Once they reach the river bank, he lets go of her hand and steps out in front of the water, taking a stance and bending the water until a nice frozen platform forms that he can walk on. Once it's stable, he steps out on it and holds out a hand for her to join him.] Ready?

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

As I'll ever be, I think.

[She reaches out a leather gloved hand and joins him on the ice with a lively step.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Try not to fall off, then.

[He positions himself behind her. They won't have to worry about falling because immediately some ice will wrap around their respective boots to lock them in firmly. With Sokka behind her, nice and close, he moves his arms, behind him, then forward. The water starts to move faster as they move to the center. Faster and faster, until there's actually a wave that they're riding on. River surfing. Doesn't get much better than this.]