Sokka the 70th - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

Okay, I just need everyone's attention for a minute. At least, those of you who, you know, like weapons.

I'm Sokka and I guess you could say I'm in charge of the weapon shop and smithy. I've been working with Leon Geeste, who is a kind of master alchemist guy, to make even better weapons. With his crests and my weapons, we can add a kind of magical element to them now. For instance, a sword can be given a fire element and that will make the blade burn and make it deadlier. Or a spear could be given an ice element that will freeze around the target a little. And, you know, other stuff. There's earth, air, and lightning elements too.

Anyway, these aren't always the easiest things to make, but... if it's a thing you want, we can do it. We've got stuff already made, but we can do something custom too. But just be practical, right? Sure, we might be able to figure out how to put crests into a hundred arrows. But we might also decide to, you know, have social lives too. These crests work best with a single weapon that you'll keep reusing. I can uh, explain it better, if you need me to.

[With that announcement out of the way, Sokka will hang out at the smithy until dinner time. He wants to be there and ready in case anyone wants these cool new unique weapons. Unless, of course, no one shows up. In which case he'll be at his work desk converting his alchemy notes into code, which is proving to be his least favorite thing to do ever. He kind of hates Ed now for telling him he had to do this. But it's what he has to do if he wants to prevent the secrets of meat alchemy from falling into the wrong hands. Who knows what people could do with that kind of power!

After closing up shop and doing his usual dinner at home, Sokka will be unusually taking a walk around the village in the evening. He's actually got a lot on his mind and without smithing or alchemy to occupy his thoughts, he's stuck on the Masaomi problem. He's half hoping that he'll run into the guy on the streets, but he's still not entirely sure how to approach the problem. Before the evening's over, he'll end up at Good Spirits, concerned and drowning his thoughts into a nice tall glass of... hot chocolate. Because that's what men do. Drink tall cups of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows and whipped cream.]

((ooc: Some more details on the crafted weapons can be found over here.))

Comments

[markofthewise]

If you think this is bad, you should see my dreams. [And this is even without all the Slayer dreams too.]

[herotypical]

Oh. No thank you. I am officially done with trespassing in other people's dreams.

[ it had been strange enough to invite paprika into her own only to find herself hijacking one of jack's. strange and tragic. ] But, uhm, how about we cut back on lasers altogether?

[markofthewise]

[ANOTHER STORY THERE. Buffy, stop doing everything ever.]

I never said anything about lasers.

[herotypical]

...R-right. You haven't done the Bond thing. You don't yet know that all attack-sharks need lasers.

[markofthewise]

Why would they need lasers? If you're in the water with them, they already have the advantage over you.

[herotypical]

It's a standards thing. A decent baddie has gotta have standards.

[markofthewise]

The baddies back home seemed to make do without.

[herotypical]

Or maybe you guys were just that smokin'.

[markofthewise]

Well, given that our enemies were firebenders, they kind of did most of the smoking. [Or alternatively, the good guy were smokin' cuz they lost.]

[herotypical]

Honestly. I was talking about the metaphorical kind of smoking.

[markofthewise]

Well, honestly? Not really a great metaphor.

[herotypical]

Okay. So maybe not...for you. But imagine that you're not from a world with fire-loving villains. And then appreciate the greatness of my sentence. Just for a few seconds.

[ her tone was warm; not argumentative. it isn't a burn. ]

[markofthewise]

He feigned a moment of consideration, faked a smile, then grew grim and shook his head again. "Nope. Nothing. Sorry, I'm going to have to give it a three."

<3.

[herotypical]

"Out of three, right?"

[markofthewise]

He answered with a shake of his head.

[herotypical]

"Four is probably an equal-sized pipe dream, huh?"

[markofthewise]

"Ten is being generous."

[herotypical]

"I've never even scored that badly on a pop quiz. So harsh, Sokka. So. Harsh."

[markofthewise]

"Well, I happen to think honesty is key in a friendship. Even when it hurts."

[herotypical]

"Does that mean I should tell you how I really feel about your hats?"

[markofthewise]

"... sometimes friendship isn't always a strictly two way street."

[herotypical]

"And sometimes it's a vehicular nightmare of circuity and what-goes-around-comes-around. A friendship roundabout."

[markofthewise]

"Sounds complicated. Maybe we should become pen pals instead.]

[herotypical]

"Nah. Me? I don't like writing."

[markofthewise]

"Well that would give me less to read, so it all works out."