Sokka the 67th - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

[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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[markofthewise]

Those happen to be a specialty of mine.

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Really? Does that include stuff like... wait, hang on.

[He rifles around for a bit and holds up a brightly-coloured hideous contraption that sort of resembles... well, a boomerang.]

How about this?

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[markofthewise]

[... oh come on, being asked about that? It's a little weird looking, but.]

Of course I can. Boomerangs are kind of my specialty.

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Wow, really? [He seems pleased by that answer. The Cocoon-erang's folded up and put away.]

I like my boomerang a lot, but I've been thinking of getting something a little easier to use in a place like this. I heard that they can be handmade, so...

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[markofthewise]

You've come to the right place! You'll probably want one like mine. It's kind of like the Mammoth Shark of boomerangs. [In terms of awesome, not size.]

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

A... what?

Um... what does it look like?

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[markofthewise]

Oh. Here, I'll show you.

[Whipping it on out now. Feel free to be impressed.]

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

[OOOOH. AAAHHH.

Actually, he's slightly impressed but still really confused.]

And that's a— whatever that thing is you said...?

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[markofthewise]

That's right. I got it from my dad.

[He twirls it in his fingers a bit, showing how deft he is with it.]

And I won't lie, I'm pretty awesome with it. My aim is impeccable.

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

That's pretty cool. Um... mine was a birthday present last year, so I guess mine came from my dad too.

Can you... show me your aim sometime? Maybe I can learn a few things.

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[markofthewise]

Sure. Not a problem. Then you can decide if you want one like this.

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Okay. That'd be great.

When are you open? I've never been there before.

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[markofthewise]

From mid-morning to the afternoon. I'm there now, actually.

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Oh... I'll come over now, then!

Or... well, it'd be a few minutes for me to walk there, but...

—I-I mean, if that's okay.

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[markofthewise]

I think I can manage to stay here another few minutes. [Oh Hope, you're so awkward. Much like a younger, less good looking Sokka.]

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Okay. I-if it's not too much trouble. I'll see you soon.

[Someday he'll grow a beard and be cool. Someday.

At any rate, Hope's showing up a bit later. In case you've already forgotten what he looks like, Sokka, look for the short-but-not-as-short-anymore skinny, awkward kid with silver hair. And a big ugly banana, except it's not a banana.

It's a boomerang.]

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[markofthewise]

[WHO IS THAT MYSTERIOUS WIMP!?

Oh it's that guy from the journals. Since he was expecting him Sokka is just chilling in the weapon gallery in the front.]

You're the boomerang guy, right?

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

[Hope stops when he sees him, lifting a hand in a bit of a wave.]

Yeah... hi. I don't think I asked what your name was before.

[Shuffling his feet a little... though the weapon he'd toted with him remains steady and firm in his grip.]

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[markofthewise]

Oh. I'm Sokka. I should've put that in my promotional message, huh?

[Oh well. So much for that.]

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

Maybe... [Hope smiles shyly... and places his big strange contraption of a boomerang on the counter.]

I'm Hope. I don't remember if I told you or not... [He idly laces his fingers together, peering curiously over all the weaponry.] Did you really... um... did you make all these?

[markofthewise]

Oh. All this? [He turns his head to glance at the various weaponry on display.] Nah. I mean, yeah, I made some of it. But Edward made a lot too. And there was a bunch of this stuff before I even took over.

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

I... don't think I've met Edward before.

[A slight shrug, but then his gaze is flickering toward his own weapon where he's set it down – and then back to Sokka.]

Hey, do you have your boomerang here right now? The one you said was... a... um. A whale or something.

[markofthewise]

... that was a metaphor. Anyway, here it is.

[He brings it out of the holster again, this time offering it out to Hope. His attention then turns to what Hope brought in.]

Is this supposed to be a boomerang?

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

...oh.

[It just sounded like... a load of confusing gibberish to him... hence how the metaphor went over his head.

And now that Sokka's gone and proudly whipped it out again, Hope reaches for it, passing it curiously through his hands and turning it over for inspection.]

—huh?

[The comment about his own weapon-of-choice brings him out of his concentration.]

Well, yeah. That's what they're like in my world. You can program it to move in certain ways so that it'll hit multiple targets. It's... it's pretty cool. [Is he beaming? NO.] But, ah... I decided to try and get something more... um... organic, too.

[markofthewise]

[... okay, now this is officially cool. His eyes widen at that realization.]

So it has a computer in it! How does it work? [He's looking for signs of propulsion and any flaps for altering trajectory.]