markofthewise | Sokka the 68th

[This morning, Sokka received a message through his journal. One he hadn't quite been expecting after everything that had happened last week. After pondering over it a bit, he inevitably was drawn to the journals to talk about it.]

You have to give the Malnosso credit. They drop a moon on the village and then they expect us to go show up to work for them like nothing ever happened. And it's... Farm Security. So I don't even get to do anything exciting. I get to a place I've already been, to make sure that 'our' food supplies don't get attacked. Yeah. That's great, "CJ". I'm really appreciating that. [He groans.] Well anyway, looks like I report at nine in the morning tomorrow. Apparently I'll be gone for five days. I'll take my journal, but apparently it won't work while I'm there. Guess I'll find out.

... so, I'm not the only one who signed up, right?

Oh. And Hiccup... keep an eye on the smithy. [Normally he'd ask Winry to do that. But things are a little... different with them lately. So he's not exactly jumping at the chance to go and have a public conversation with her. Or private, really.

For anybody who wants to run into him, Sokka will be doing his normal stuff at the smithy. He's making some preparations for needing to fight, since at this point he has only the Malnosso's word that this is less dangerous than a draft. Even though it's starting to get too cold for it, he'll eat his lunch out in the plaza like he always does. Other than that, he'll be spending his day as normally as he can. Come home for a normal dinner, tell some bad jokes to his housemates, and spend some time with his gal. In the morning, he'll head out.]

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I've been in Luceti for nearly two years, Shikamaru. I've figured out what all the so-called regular animals look like.

So-called, huh?

... okay, so maybe not 'so-called'. Just because they happen to be prevalent on almost every single world...

Practically the definition of common and typical, heh.

It's probably not as weird as I think it is, though. I've heard other people talk about mixed-and-matched species like that.

You know, when you put it like that, you're making it sound like someone with no imagination made them up.

Maah... never said that. Just that they're weird.

Whether you said it or not, now it just seems strange. "Mix and match animals"...

That'd be the point of calling it weird, yeah. It's what they always sounds like to me.

Turtle-ducks. Otter-penguins.

Sure, you say it like that, but to me a 'duck' sounds like only half an animal.

So what would something like a gorilla-wolf-goat sound like to you?

... really stupid?

There. Now we're on the same page.

Yeah, yeah. Haha. I get it.

[There's really not much to be had in this line of conversation now, for him. He usually avoids these types of talks - he likes things the way they are on his world, so he's not that interested in what things may be like in someone else's.

He knows he'd get annoyed if he were on the other side of the fence in a conversation like this too, though, so now's a good time to drop it.]

Seriously, though. Hope things go smoothly out there for you.

[Sokka is similar. Only his world is dumb. And usually so is everyone else's. Nowhere makes sense.]

Sure, thanks. Stop by sometime when I get back. I'll tell you all the things you need to know to make it 'fun'.

I'll take you up on that. [There's a lazy salute in the journal window.] Later.

Sure. Seeya around. [And he'll go to the next page. Later pal.]

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