markofthewise | Sokka the 59th

[Today a not-so-unfamiliar face returns to Luceti. He is by no means happy about being here, stuck as he in a pair of New Feather pants. His old stuff? Doesn't quite fit. After all, it was clothes for a seventeen year old, not a nine year old. Maybe this 'little kid' would be happier about this if not for the fact he wasn't a mere four foot six just a week ago. He wears the indignant face of someone not at all content about being so short. He is not a happy little kid.

After waking up behind one of the stores, he goes to the clothing store first to put something on, going to the oft-neglected kid's section of the store. As it turns out, there's not many little boys in Luceti. At least not his current age. Refusing to wear girl clothing, he opts for an oversized tunic and pair of shorts that he secures with a belt. It looks even more ridiculous than the alternative. After that, he'll be on his way to House 56. After letting his housemates know he is home (and finding out about a new arrival), he decides that a mallynapping isn't going to stop him, so he heads to the smithy later to try and get work done. He may drop in on school for at least one class today, because he's trying his best to pretend this is all normal.

At some point in the day he leaves a written message, cautious to keep away from the view screen.]

Sokka here. I'm back from another kidnapping. So if you need anything at the smithy or anything, let me know. I'll get it done.

((ooc: Action him up at any point. Multiple timelines are fine here. And yeah, it's Sokka in a nine year old body, but his normal Sokka mind. He only looks cute. Replies will come from

southernsprout))

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[It wasn't said to make him do anything as much as it was said to close the topic.

She glances down at his boots.]

Maybe we can do something about better fitting shoes for you. I'll have to see if they have any leather.

[He looks down at the boots too.]

They're not that loose. [An extra set of sucks should do the trick.]

It's not even sharp yet!

Yet! What happens when you lose control of it half way through? Or two-thirds? Could you even pick it up?

[He jabs a finger at her.]

I know what I'm doing! So just give me a break and go back to doing whatever it was you were doing.

[This worked so much better when he was bigger than her.]

[She's dubious.]

If you say so...

[She'll trick him into running later to see for herself.]

Just because you know how to work the equipment doesn't mean you're capable. Find something more suitable to your size.

Welcome back then.

[He can't help but smile at how tiny Sokka is now when he used to be much taller than Souji himself.]

Perhaps we should put training on hold then, hm?

Oh man, if only! Priceless![She sucks in her laughter. Really, Sokka, she was seriously worried about you, especially since you disappeared so soon after she got here. But...you gotta admit the result is pretty funny.]

I'm glad you made it back in one piece. Just don't go disappearing on us again.

Well, it was during an experiment...

[Michael strokes his chin thoughtfully. Very thoughtfully.]

It was someone who looked a lot like you, called themselves Sokka and claimed to be Katara's sibling.

[Sometimes it's a shame experiments are as unstable as they are.]

It was a pair of knives, one shorter for quick access in close combat, the other longer and better suited for fieldcraft. Doesn't sound familiar~?

Long enough. How are you holding up?

[Wh... a little kid's voice? Suki glances back and very nearly drops the boot again. He's tiny again?]

Sokka!?

[Okay seriously WHAT THE HELL.]

Little kids shouldn't be in a place like this! You could hurt yourself!

Um...

[Give her a second, she has to remind herself it's suddenly March and all that]

The sixteenth, I think.

[But the word 'kidnapped' is not lost on her.]

I'm pretty sure I still have them. At least, as long as that one girl who came around a week later didn't pick them up. What was her name again...?

[He makes a point of looking like he's thinking about it.]

[No. No he does not have to admit it's funny! It's nothing but annoying. He pulls out a soda and pops it open, while frowning at her.]

It's not like I get much of a choice in the matter.

Hey! HEY! I'm not a little kid, Ed. This is still my smithy!

[... well, he should expect that. He puts on a forced smile.]

Yeah. It's me. Surprised?

[For him that's just a low blow.]

Yeah? Like what?

[Okay so it was Tuesday last he remembered. That was uh... the eighth.]

So... eight days. I was kidnapped over a week ago. I guess it could be worse.

Oh, you know, it could be worse. I mean, who hasn't wanted to be turned into a little kid and then have everyone treat you like one? Or better yet, think it's hilarious! So yeah. It's been a great day. [The sarcasm is palpable.]

Think you can handle a dagger?

What? No no! I can still handle it! I'll just need a lighter sword, that's all!

[Sokka does not WANT to admit that he's vulnerable like this. Or that he needs any help. He'll get himself injured first.]

[You evil, evil sister. Why does he even need to run? He just heads into the item store, waiting for the train of humiliation to end.]

I can, but I don't have any daggers I planned on working with! Why, couldn't think of anything smaller? A shuriken, maybe? Or some nails?

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