Sokka the 59th - [Action/Written]

[markofthewise]

[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))

Comments

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...Okay now for the dramatic point]

But you're still too small to use all the same tools, right?

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Charlotte. Even Sylvia can tell that'd be a hit in Sokka's pride.]

Size is only a factor. He still has his skills to work with.

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

[He glances up gratefully at Sylvia.]

Yes. Thank you. I'm only like, a foot shorter. I'll be fine!.

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

But Silvie- it's not like you and Maria can do all the same things...

[She glances back up at her friend. Okay so that's an invalid comparison, but.]

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[Ah . . . Maria. She tips her head a little in Charlotte's direction.]

This is different. Sokka said himself that he'll be fine.

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

Exactly! [A pause.] Who's Maria?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Maria is Silvie's little sister.

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Charlotte's already explained it.]

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He wonders if there's supposed to be something tragic about this or not. He decides to test this.] I have a little sister. [He considers this.] ... well, I guess she doesn't look that little anymore. I mean, comparatively, anyway.

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

...Katara's younger than you?

[...Weird. She always thought Katara was older. Give her a mo to think about this. This is said mostly to herself though, so feel free to have your own reply, Silvie]

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[Sylvia has to wonder at what kind of a person Katara is when Charlotte apparently thought she was older than her brother.]

So she's here? [Hm. In comparison,] Maria should be back home.

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

[Katara is the sort of person who seems more mature because her childish streak is more subtle and is often better hidden. And, well, Sokka is a lot better at turning on and off his immaturity when the situation calls for it.

But that's not irrelevant because of the indignant response it gets from Sokka, he glares up at Charlotte for that.]

Of course she's younger than me! I mean, obviously she is. Why would you even think that?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

She just... seemed older!

[She doesn't really know why - maybe it's because she keeps running into Sokka while he's being a silly boy? Hm]

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[Sylvia can't speak for either of them. She doesn't know Katara. And Charlotte's judgment of character tends to be uncannily accurate or ludicrously out-of-the-world.]

. . . What is she like?

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

She's like a little sister. She's a pain, she's always gotta be right, in charge, and telling people how they should do things or how they should act. I've lost track of how many times she's got us into trouble because she doesn't know how to lie low.

[A huff.] But hey, what are you going to do? No one's perfect.

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

She also looks after Sokka and helps with chores though, right?

[To chime in]

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[ . . . Welp, she has a good idea now, especially with the addition of Charlotte's comment.]

Ahh. I see it now.

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

We look out for each other. [An important distinction. "Helping with chores"... he'll leave that one alone. More like he helps with chores, because she does most of them.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Okay they've kept him long enough. If he's sure and there's other people there, there's no problem... she guesses. So with a little smile, she takes a step back]

Well, I guess we shouldn't keep you from your Smithy.

[vanhossen.livejournal.com]

[Sylvia doesn't see the need to back up herself, since she's already kept a fair distance between them. Instead, she nods curtly. They've kept him here for long enough.]

[southernsprout.livejournal.com]

[He glances at the smithy and frowns.]

... yeah. I bet Winry and Edward will make a big deal and try to keep me from doing anything.