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Sokka Thunderaxe ([personal profile] markofthewise) wrote2012-02-10 07:57 pm

Sokka the 70th - [Action/Voice]

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.))
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[personal profile] generalflirt 2012-02-18 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He adopts a somewhat coy smile, nodding in agreement! Of course he doesn't need to protect her, she's stronger than him. Of course he can be her friend, he already is. Of course he doesn't need to win her over, that's just making it sound like an obligation, and of course he doesn't need to get Sokka's approval, he just would like. And when all is said and done, with the hand not holding a burrito he's doing a chin rubbing thing]

Hmm~hm. Well, I think I can agree to those terms, Sokka.
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[personal profile] generalflirt 2012-02-19 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He senses that immediately. He's tense, he drops the burrito and balls a fist all in a moment. It's all he can do not to struggle, not to punch Sokka in the face. But that would just complicate matters, so he accepts the blow, accepts the shame. But when he raises his head... he actually looks angry. His eyes are narrowed]

Respect, Sokka? You're going to give me that when you haven't respected me at all?

[Flatly. And he keeps an even gaze] You don't know the first thing about me. I couldn't be taking this whole thing more seriously.
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[personal profile] generalflirt 2012-02-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Ouch and ouch. He shuffles at that, but makes no move to stop him or to even look at him after the "for yourself" He'll just stare at... yes, his discarded burrito.

It's painful, isn't it.

Whatever, he knows where to go from here.]