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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...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.

[... 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.]

Well, I'd have to take it outside to show you. It's... well, sort of like a computer, I guess. It's really just a chip, though, not anything extremely advanced.

[He takes the contraption and unfolds it; the thing's pretty big. A couple of feet on each "wing", at least.]

In a place like this, though, it's not as efficient as I'd like it to be. Mainly because of its size.

I, um... I take it yours doesn't have anything like that...

... nope. No chips. It's pretty much just what you see.

[He'll be intrigued to see Hope's in action. But he can certainly see how it could have some limitations when you don't have the luxury to toss around an unwieldy weapon like that.]

We could go outside and try 'em out. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[Hope brightens a little at that.]

Sure...! That's a great idea. Um... maybe not where we can hit people, though. Behind the shop might be better...

[He folds his own boomerang shut and slips it into his pack.]

Oh, sure. I've got targets set up there anyway. Come on.

[Boomerang in hand, he'll lead Hope to the rear exit. It's not extremely spacious, but it's practical enough for a demonstration.]

Oh, good.

[He follows after, reaching into the pack he'd just shoved his weapon into to retrieve it again.]

Um... okay. Who should go first? [As he's glancing over the targets.]

I'll take the first go. Though frankly, it won't be as impressive in such a small area.

[Let's see, he's got to judge his angles correctly. He takes a moment to study the targets. He wants to be impressive.

He swings. The boomerang goes flying from his hand, snapping the cord of a hanging bean bag. It flies back into his hand and he immediately throws it out again, this time hitting a target dead center. That should get the point across. He walks over to pull the boomerang back out.]

Wow...

[He watches, amazed. That's pretty impressive all right. Maybe not in the capacity of whatever-weird-animal-metaphor that went right over his head, but...]

Can I try it? I want to see if my technique can work on something like that.

[Hope folds his own boomerang up and sets it aside.]

Sure, knock yourself out.

[He hands it over and steps aside.]

Just don't be upset if you don't get it right away. It takes awhile to get the technique down.

[With a nod, he takes the boomerang and tosses it in the direction of one of those beanbags – he's hoping that he can do the same thing Sokka just did, cutting the cord, because that was pretty cool.

...

Instead, the boomerang collides off the side of the bag and launches back toward his own FACE. There might be a bit of a manly shriek in there before he narrowly avoids getting smacked in the nose and catches the thing.]

Um... sorry about that. [Nervous smile!] You weren't kidding.

[Sokka nearly hops out of the way reflexively. Whew.]</small Well. You caught it at least. Most people don't even manage that on their first try.

Y-yeah... well, I'm used to catching, at least... [He frowns a little, staring down at the finely-carved weapon.] You can try mine out, if you want! I think I'll get one of these, though. It'll be easier to carry around, for one thing. I just need to practice my aim...

[Sokka is going to go ahead and pick up Hope's weapon, giving it a few practice swings in the air, but not quite throwing it yet.]

Do I have to do anything special first?

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