markofthewise | Sokka the 55th

[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.]

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[She gives him a searching look - he's far too casual about this, but... well, better that than devastated and furious? Maybe? Or were they just putting it off with this... weird... whatever it was.]

Well, these things never last that long, anyway. You were lucky you got one that you liked that lasted so long.

[Back to work, patching you up, trying to determine whether or not there are any obvious chunks of your brain missing.]

[With his coat already shrugged off, there's bruises and cuts up and down his arms, legs, sides, and on the bottom of his right calf is a really nasty, nasty gash. It's not bleeding, but only because of the dried blood.]

Yeah, I think it was pretty generous of the Malnosso to let me experience that, even it was temporary.

[And just like that, Katara's furious.]

Are you kidding me? Look at what they did to you! There's nothing generous about that!

[He glances down at the wounds and considers.]

I think that's probably because I was fighting back. [At that he rubs his chin.] Which was kind of silly for me to do.

[Gah! Just... fixing you now. Ignoring, ignoring, IGNORE-]

And why is that, exactly?

Well, no one has ever stopped their own kidnapping. So I brought it on myself for resisting. But hey, live and learn, am I right?

[He rolls up one of his sleeves and points to a cut on his shoulder.]

Here too.

[That's right, man. Piss off the woman manipulating the chi in your body.]

So, because no one's ever won, there's no point in fighting when they take you away against your will in order to mess with your head. You know what? Stop talking. Just - stop.

[She's glad to see you and all, but 'you' aren't 'you' again. Her hands tremble a little with anger as she tends to the newly revealed gash. Why do they think it's funny to take her brother away from her and give him back as someone who isn't himself? She hates them for this.]

Okay, sure. No talking.

[He'll just hang out, get healed, be oblivious to her boiling over her rage. He's just waiting for when she's good with him talking again, because he knows how important it is for her to be able to concentrate on her healing.]

[Fortunately, healing gives her something to occupy her mind. By the time she's done with fixing him up, she's gone from a boil to a low simmer.

It's not his fault. She still just can't... ugh.]

There. You're done.

Great! Good job, Katara. You've really got this down now.

[He immediately stands up, looking none the worse for wear.]Are you hungry? I'm pretty hungry. I should make us something to eat.

[Are you kidding her? She hoists herself up to the chair he just vacated and rests her elbows on her knees.]

No. I think I just lost my appetite.

Really? [There's a pause where one might think he might ask her if she's okay. But...]

Okay. Maybe I should make some sandwiches for Winry and Edward while I'm at it.

[Ugh. She's starting to feel a little dizzy on top of it.]

That's very considerate of you.

[He abruptly turns around.]

But not as considerate as you for making dinner all the time. [He's looming over you, Katara. Can you guess why?]

[No, no she doesn't. But she does glance up because, seriously, what the heck are you doing?]

[SUDDENLY HUG.]

Thanks for being the best little sister ever!

[You know, if this was remotely real, Katara would be more than happy to accept the hug - and even the praise. But the two of them have never really had to say anything like this, except in moments where it really mattered.

This - this isn't her brother. This appreciation for just filling in, doing her job - this isn't Sokka - so she endures the hug for a moment and then shoves him off.]

Are you done? You're acting like you're out of your mind.

[Well, when he gets pushed off, it doesn't bother him. He just shrugs and goes back to what he was doing.]

Are you sure? I don't feel different.

[She really, really wants to be able to do something about this. But she can't. And that just really, really--]

I'm sure. But that doesn't worry you at all, does it.

I don't see what's to worry about. Even if they did mess with my head, I'm sure it will all work out at the end. And why not? Being happy is good.

[Oh. Her head. It is exploding. And she mutters:] I don't know why they always do this to you, but it makes me sick.

Maybe you should go lie down until you feel better.

[...]

You know what? That's the best idea you've had since you got back.

[Up she goes.]

Okay! Seeya later!

[Back to making sammiches.]

Edited 2011-01-18 02:21 (UTC)

[She pauses in the hallway and glances behind her shoulder]

I'm glad you're back all right.

[Mostly all right. Mostly you.

And then she keeps going.]

Edited 2011-01-18 02:22 (UTC)

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