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[Well, apparently the experiment was over. Sokka was glad for that. He was also in his rightful body. He had to suffer a kiss from Haruhi for it, but that seemed worth it to have his body back. A small price to pay and all that. That meant that with all the madness over, he could finally get back to work. He felt rusty, but once he was back in the smithy, everything just felt right. But he also didn't have much in the way to work on, which meant he was going to have to make a courtesy call to Luceti for work.]

So... that was one of the weirder experiments. But it was pretty harmless. I'd rate it about a three on the annoyance scale. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with all these costumes I ended up with. [Maybe he can give them to Shiki. Surely she wants loads of peasant clothes.]

Anyway, there's a weapon shop in town - the Slash and Crash. Yeah, I know, cool name. I came up with it myself. Anyway, things are slow-ish around here, so we're willing to take some requests and commissions for stuff. Or, well, I am anyway. I can't make guns or anything, but your swords and spears and stuff? We've got that. We can also do repair or maintenance work too. So... just let me know. Or come in. That works too.

[With that out of the way, Sokka starts fixing his work area, noticing now that Haruhi managed to get it a little out of order. He'll spend the rest of the day doing manly things, like staring at his reflection in the fountain and sometimes flexing just a little to remind himself he's no longer a tiny five foot tall girl. On the way home he stops to stare at the Brigade building, thinking back to being in charge there. He then decides obviously he doesn't miss that at all and goes to get some food. He might also be willing to help make dinner tonight. He's had a little practice this past month.]

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... that's it? [What kind of question is that?]

Mmmhmm. That? Was it. I'd always wondered, you see.

Okay, then. Whatever you say.

[Ooookaaay, well that's nice. But now that he's himself again and he has Jack on the line, maybe he should inquire about certain male bonding things. At least he knows Buffy told him to call if off, but still.]

So... how's things?

Things are....stabilizing? [An interesting choice of words for a one-time madman.] Not so bad, this past shift. Spent most of it as a fair young maiden and a fairy godmother. Men dueled for my honor. That sort of thing. Yourself?

Oh, you know, nothing unusual. Just me... being me. Except for the part with the beanstalks and the giant killing the last week, but otherwise normal and inconspicuous. [Totally didn't swap bodies with anyone or anything.]

Beanstalks.

And a dead giant. You were Jack, weren't you. Certainly it must have been enjoyable. I know I like it.

Different Jack, I think. I was able to walk straight and I didn't ambush people at bridges.

Edited 2011-10-05 03:13 (UTC)

So in other words you had no fun at all? Still--probably better than being the fair Maid Marian and falling in love with Kennedy.

... you were a maid? [snerk]

Oh, oh, right, Thunderaxe. Have your little laugh. Laugh at the shifted pirate!

Come on, it's funny! Maybe not to you yet, but you'll get there.

Thunderaxe! It were humiliating to my manhood! And the whole time I had yearning feelings to snog Kennedy. Saints be praised it never happened. Never. Happened.

Well at least you didn't turn into an actual girl, right?

HA! No! No, lad! Not an actual girl, just a fixation. Nothing more. The very thought!

See? It could have been worse. You could've been some princess that ended up kissing him.

Don't remind me, lad, don't remind me. And don't get me wrong, Kennedy's alright, but I don't want to go about locking lips or anything else with him.

Now that I have your EAR, though, Thunderaxe, I've a favor to ask: might I borrow your mighty and terrible chainsaw soon-ish? Need to get some firewood in at Cullen House before it's no longer possible to do so.

You're not going to ruin it or break it, are you?

[And he's surprised Jack hasn't just stolen it!]

[He TRIED to steal it. He couldn't find it.]

Me? Ruin it? I returned it to you in PRIME condition the last time, Thunderaxe!

I wouldn't say prime condition...

Sokka. PRIME. Prime. I cared for it as a father would care for his noisy, saw-toothed child.

They're not easy to get, you know! [Head shake.] Okay. You can borrow it.

You will NOT regret this, Sokka Thunderaxe! And the forest will echo with its mighty roar once more!

[It will probably feel rather satisfying to chainsaw a few logs after that Robin Hood incident. Jack won't be cutting live trees, though, because they tend to make the worst firewood. Not nearly dry enough.]

Just don't let Moro hear it! She'd just break it.

[Moro doesn't care about anyone's property! Stupid wolf god.]

Moro? Lad, I'm an expert at gettin' around Moro. Built my ship practically under her nose. It'll be fine, Sokka, no worries.

So did I. My ship, I mean. Actually she gave me some of the wood I used. [...] Anyway. Stop by and I'll get it for you.

[It's locked away in the SOKKA CAVE underneath his house.]

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