markofthewise | Sokka the 67th

[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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Why is it so terrible?

[Tell her all the gory details.]

Well, making food? Not my thing. That's pretty much it.

[Those aren't nearly enough details. Surely you can give something better than that.]

Due to wrong ingredients or merely unfortunate choices?

I don't know. It's just not my thing. I cook meat. That's pretty much it.

Well, at least you won't starve to death.

[And a certain someone she knows might like you very much, indeed.]

You'd have to try really hard to starve in Luceti.

[He knows who that is. Sokka will not cook for Luffy. He's too smart for that.]

Yes, it seems so.

[Though when all is said and done, she'd rather risk it.]

Well, anyway... it's Robin, right? I'm Sokka.

We've met before?

[This is becoming less alarming and more intriguing every time she hears it.]

What was it like?

Well, we weren't you know, close or anything. Passing acquaintances, really. We fought Aku together. Has anyone told you about him?

No.

[Though how strange not to remember at all...]

Oh. Well. It was just. A thing. That's all. [Where Nami was tortured for months. And if Nami wants to talk about it, she will.] He kind of had a habit of causing trouble.

I see. Are there many like that here?

[As if the Malnosso aren't enough of a problem in and of themselves.]

Not as much as they're used to be. Really. Most of the major bad guys seemed to have just got shipped on home.

[A lucky break really.]

It must have been quite violent then.

Let's hope they remain gone, ne?
[She would rather deal with only one enemy at at time, especially when their current enemy is so ...overwhelming.]

No arguments here.

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