Sokka the 55th - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

[This Lucetian has been returned from the Malnosso, after not too long a stay with them. He's kind of bruised up and is leaning on his left leg a bit much. But you'd never notice it from that kick in his step. With a big grin on his face, he's walking from the north end of the plaza on his way home, looking all around him at all the snow the recent snow storm left. And those icicles hanging on the trees! Beautiful! What a winter wonder land he's found!

And look, is that a stray squirrel in his path? Sokka will happily say hello to it until it runs away on twitch reflex. Oh well, that squirrel had important things to do! And that stray cat. And that deer. And that bird and- oh, he must be in the woods. Time to go back to the village. You know what? Despite not feeling all that well, after he gets to House 56 and informs his sister and girlfriend and that wonderful old chap from the Fire Nation he's home, he's got other places to visit. He has to let his friends know he's home. All his friends. Like his smithy buddies. His Straw Hat friends. People he's met randomly at the smithy when they go work orders. Xion, of course requires a visit. He doesn't exactly know where Frey lives these days, but darnit if he isn't going to work out and drop in on him too. He doesn't exactly feel bad about his argument with Haruhi. It was all a silly misunderstanding. So he'll just drop in on her too. And his teachers and, oh, did he ever find out about Regal's proposal? And then there's the pirate the slayer and other friends and... yeah, catching up with everybody is kind of an all day thing. He'll drag himself home that night.

Oh, but fortunately before he arrives at home, he does leave a voice message for everyone.]

Man, everyone says those Malnosso people are real jerks. I don't know what they're talking about. The dropped me off near town, gave me my clothes back - with all the holes I put in it stitched back, thank you very much, and were even nice enough to make sure I was clean shaven before dropped here. These are good people, am I right? Right? Right?

((ooc: If not completely obvious, the Malnosso have returned Sokka from his kidnapping lacking in ANY kind of negativity. There is no downside to ANYTHING. He is perpetually happy. He still, of course, loves his jokes and sarcasm. But he's happy, happy, happy. He's having a wonderful time! This will last until... well, however long it takes for Sokka's happiness to make me start vomiting.]

Comments

[markofthewise]

[he doesn't bother to whisper or hide it.]

He got upset when I interrupted his story about one of his friends earlier.

[all7seas]

Right. Do either of you particularly want to hear this? Because I could just as well drag myself over to yonder table and take a very satisfying nap. Or be off to introduce myself to a lovely young lady. Or wend my way back to a place where eunuchs apparently once dwelt and decorated.

[herotypical]

[ more snickering but with a nod she steps back and gives a flourish with her hands. by all means, jack -- tell your story. ]

[markofthewise]

[Likewise: Shutting Up.]

[all7seas]

Right. So, a eunuch cannot properly woo a wench because his manly parts have been snipped away. HOWEVER---there is a very important purpose to this!

[herotypical]

[ you make it sound so casual, jack! ]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka REALLY wants to interject, but he doesn't.]

[all7seas]

The eunuchs. Can go inside. The most privatest protected bowers of the ladies they are sworn to protect! Mystical dens of womanhood, where winsome lasses cavort about in very little clothing and brush their hair and pick flowers!

[herotypical]

[ this earns jack a bit of a look. miss modernity over here has never witnessed any such happenings. ]

You know, that's a misconception. Slumber parties aren't actually all lingerie and pillow fights. Not usually, anyway. [ yeah yeah yeah she interrupted. ]

[markofthewise]

[Meaning Sokka has permission to interrupt to.]

That doesn't make any sense anyway. Why not just get female guards?

1/2

[all7seas]

2/2

[all7seas]

Firstly: Annie, should you ever participate in one of these "slumber parties," I might go along and observe.

...For science.


Second: Thunderaxe, women are not to be trusted.

[herotypical]

According to your rules, you have to have a bit of surgery done before you can do that.

[ thunderaxe is a righteously epic nickname, sokka. ] Don't listen to him. He just hasn't met a nice, trustworthy girl yet.

[markofthewise]

[It is an awesome name. But Annie seems like an odd one.]

Does that mean you're not nice and trustworthy, Buffy?

[all7seas]

Ha! Hahahah!

[herotypical]

Not to him, Sokka. [ then, judiciously: ] But you can trust me. Anytime -- me? Very trustworthy to all non-pirates.

[ too bad there's a bar between you and her, jack. she'd kick your shin for that laughter. ]

[markofthewise]

[He grins. Not any kind of satisfied smirk, just a genuine smile.]

I'll be sure to remember that.

[all7seas]

And me, I'll just drink to this most specialest of moments between a non-trustworthy-to-pirates girl and a lad what doesn't know one end of a eunuch from another. Cheers!

[herotypical]

Forget about eunuchs, Sokka. You should ask him about Jacksledding.

[markofthewise]

[Sokka CANNOT be insulted. So he raises his glass to Jack and drinks.

And then turns to Buffy.] Jacksledding?

[all7seas]

A very wild, dangerous sport what consists of sliding heroically along the path after generating momentum through a running start!

[herotypical]

He's pretty much a pro at it, too. I think that's why they named it after him.

[markofthewise]

I thought it was bobsledding.

[all7seas]

Bob's sled is different. Erm.....Annie can explain that one to you, Thunderaxe.

[herotypical]

Bobsledding's got the sled, right? And the big icy track. Jack's version basically just has...snow. And sliding. Kinda like dignified slipping.

[ pause. ] But still super fun, I promise.