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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[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.]

[preslaying.livejournal.com]

[There is a jolt of surprise as her feet become stuck in place -- a primal part of her wants to try and break free. But...no. You don't have freak-outs on dates. That's just a bad idea.

So instead Buffy tries to give into the enjoyment of the moment. To lean back feel her shoulders secure against Sokka's upper body and to try and become accustomed to the swell of the wave.]

This...this is amazing.

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[He loves that reaction. Once he's got things moving well enough, he can control it with just his own motions. So now that his hands are free, he just wraps them around his passenger for extra security.]

Imagine this, only ten times better. If we could reach the ocean, that's what I'd show you.