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Sokka the 73rd - [Action/Voice]

[The house was demolished. And apparently it didn't have the decency to start putting itself together again. Not to mention the whole town was soggy. Most of Sokka's stuff in his room had been damaged. Some of it was salvageable, much of it he had to just throw out. His important valuables were in the basement and though there was a few inches of water down there, his stuff was up high and out of reach. Still, another mess to clean. At least there were two waterbenders in the house to clean that up. For a lover of stuff, Sokka was pretty put out by it. He hadn't been able to sleep in his room because of it. In a way though, he couldn't be upset. It felt right. Like starting over.

And then there was the smithy. Or what was left of it. The whole thing was rubble now. He wasn't even sure if there was a point in trying to pick through it. Best to wait until the Malnosso fixed it, right? It was freeing up his schedule considerably, anyway. At least he was back to his normal practice schedule in the mornings. Even if two straight weeks of combat had left him... weary of it, to say the least. All the same. He found himself to be glad to be back in Luceti. Back in the library, studying his alchemy. Sure, he lost all his notes and would have to start over, but it would be easier since he already knew what needed to be done again. Still. There was so much to go over.]

A guy can't leave for a few weeks without the town getting demolished, huh? Anyway. So uh. A lot of stuff has happened this past week. If anyone wants to, you know, spare some of the good details? I'll be around. Interested. And if you want? I can tell you all about space. Which was pretty great.

[Very around. Like hanging out in the plaza around. No smithy kind of leaves him with no daytime hangout spot. Especially without Suki to spend time with. So besides his training and time at the library, he's very much a man with nothing to do. Evidenced by the fact he's sitting at a bench near the fountain, lazily sprawled out as he counts his one hundredth consecutive hit on a paddle ball. It's uncanny how good he actually is with it.]

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[A pity he'd crossed the line's end already. An uncomfortable though to look back on. It can be heard in his voice. That there's something he's not saying.]

Well, you know. Saving the world has lots of close calls.

[ and then her voice rings with the recognition of the fact that there's something he's not saying. but she -- in turn -- doesn't say that she suspects so. ]

Yeah. And some are a lot closer than others.

Yeah. On the last day of the war? Me and Toph would've been in for the drop of our lives if we hadn't been rescued at the last second. [By Suki. But. He doesn't want to bring her up right now.] It was worse for her than me. Well, I mean, the almost dying part. I ended up with a broken leg and she just had a few scratches. But she was falling and I nearly lost my grip on her.

[It started out peppy, his story, until that last bit. He can only imagine what that must have been like for her. One the last bits of her fingertips, blind to everything around her.]

[ buffy quietly wonders why it was always the last second. rescue so rarely came in the minutes before hand. with a shiver of guts and spine, she remembered the tightening of large hands on stiff feathers and the beginnings of a twist.

and then a shot.

saved. who? someone from luceti? someone from another enclosure? one of the malnosso's soldiers? whoever he or she had been, she now feels a deep deep debt. ]

Nearly. The key word is nearly. [ and because she's in a mood to try and assuage her own self-doubt by bigging up others: ] Job well done on not losing it entirely.

Well, you know back then, I didn't work out as much. I'd be able to pull her up easier these days. [He says it as a joke, to make it seem light. Not a big deal.] I bet you had stuff like that happen every other week.

And some weeks? [ it felt like every other day. ] The most interesting thing that happened was Dawn quote-unquote 'borrowing' my best skirt in retaliation for me beating up the coffee-maker.

In my defense, it stopped working first.

[That earns a small laugh.]

It's a good thing I never had anything Katara wanted to wear.

Or a coffee-maker. Those things are homewreckers. Complete hussies.

Somehow we made do without coffee back home. It was a daily struggle for us.

And I grew up tall and strong without the added nutrition from pigeon-seal blubber soup.

Or -- hey. One out of two ain't bad. [ she's strong, if not tall. ]

Pigeon-seal? Really? That doesn't even make sense.

...They're both grey.

I don't even know what a seal looks like.

[He's seen pigeons in Luceti. But how do you separate a seal from the turtle?]

They look...fat, mostly.

H-hey! You know what'd be cute?

[How descriptive!]

No, what?

Kitten-ducklings.

[At least he has the context to figure those out...]

I don't think they'd go together the way you'd want. But there's always turtle-ducks and cat-spiders.

Nah, see -- there's just something irresistible about the notion of a cat with a beak. A cat with eight legs is way creepier.

No no, you're right. Cat-spiders are terrible. Not to mention huge.

[It's not half housecat. It's half full grown wild cat.]

Oh God. Do they spin webs?

I think so. I've never actually seen one. [They may even be extinct.]

Uh-oh. Are we in leprechaun territory here?

Uh, I don't know about that. But I did see the head from one once.

And? What was it like?

Ugly. Very, very ugly.

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