Sokka Thunderaxe (
markofthewise) wrote2012-12-10 01:02 pm
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Sokka the 75th - [Action] (Backdated to the 10th)
[Introspection]
It's an interesting thing to reflect on life in Luceti. Sokka remembered hearing it phrased as the "Luceti education". It certainly was some education. Looking back, he could scarcely believe some of the things that had happened to him. He'd fallen in love with two girls thanks to the annual love event. He'd been convinced he was a father. Not only that, but he was the father of those two very same girls. He had partial memories of living the life of an Avatar, one that granted him a unique set of memories of a mother he had barely remembered before. He had faint memories of what his entire life would be like if he had been a girl. More complicated than that, he'd spent a month as another girl in Luceti with the concern that he could be stuck like that forever. Maybe that was the oddest thing of all. He certainly tried to not ever, ever think about that horrible month.
But it wasn't all weird. Some of it was just horrible. He'd lost friends, seen people die, and watched as everyone from his world came and went with the sole exception of him and his sister. He had fought monsters in Luceti, far beyond his ability to ever stop. Some of those monsters were his friends. He'd been sent into wars, bloody wars, where he fought enemies that could not be reasoned with. He'd grown accustomed to killing his enemies. It was easy now. Too easy. He'd died, too. Not long enough to gain a death penalty, but it happened. It still haunted him. And he still couldn't bring himself to tell more than a small number of people.
He'd loved. Loved and lost. And he got her back. But it wasn't the same. Sometimes he wondered that it might never be the same. He'd grown into a man, but not in the way he ever expected. It was the Luceti education. Everyone was hurting. Everyone. The education was that you learned to pretend like it didn't hurt. You threw parties, you played games, and you spent each and every day acting like maybe one day you'd get back home and that would be a good thing. Eventually, whether it was months or years, people realized that 'going home' wasn't as good as it seemed. They weren't the lucky ones. The sum of their experiences and growth was being ripped from them, in an instant. They were sent home with a wound they didn't know they had. Everyone eventually was doomed to be returned to what they were. Lesser. Smaller. Without the things that now made them who they were.
Sometimes that didn't seem so bad anyway.
[Action]
Three years. That's how long it was now. Sokka sat outside the house, snapping his finger as he tried to summon a spark of Eferin's fire. As he expected, he'd lost it. Not for good, perhaps. But he'd stopped practicing and stopped communing with the spirits. It was little surprise. It was tapping into Tsinku's power that got him toasted. He'd spent so much time invested in other things, that he just lost his connection with the spirits. With a small bit of reluctance, he relied on his zippo lighter instead. It was sufficient to start the fire. It was nothing much, really. Just wooden scraps, paper, cardboard, and other accumulated materials that had started clogging up parts of the house. Most of it was Sokka's own junk. So rather than just throw it out and let the Malnosso deal with it, he decided to just make a fire instead. He realized, of course, he was doing it in the same fire pit that he had used when Suki went home.
Three years. Today was a normal day. Sokka spent the first half of his day at the smithy. With Hiccup on the mend after that particularly painful surgery, it left Sokka as the only one who did the maintenance on the weapons. New Feather season was, at least, gone and done with. He hadn't received any commissions in a while, so it left him with time to start on some new projects. Things he expected would be gifts later. For lunch, he put extra jalapenos on his sandwich. Just like Elisa made them. The nice thing about the smithy was that despite how cold it was, you could sit outside in front of the open door and still be warm from the radiating heat of the furnace.
Three years. Sokka spent dinner at home, as he was supposed to. Then he did some alchemy research at the library. It left the evening free, but he figured there was a particular girl who would be occupying his time. That was the nice bit. It was a long trail and a heavy education. But you could forget when you were around a person who didn't know it yet. Then it was just another day. The twist was that he didn't mind. Education or not, Sokka was happy enough.
((ooc: This post is just a typical 'day in the life of' sort of deal. This is what his schedule looks like. Mostly it's self indulgent. Sorry about that!))
It's an interesting thing to reflect on life in Luceti. Sokka remembered hearing it phrased as the "Luceti education". It certainly was some education. Looking back, he could scarcely believe some of the things that had happened to him. He'd fallen in love with two girls thanks to the annual love event. He'd been convinced he was a father. Not only that, but he was the father of those two very same girls. He had partial memories of living the life of an Avatar, one that granted him a unique set of memories of a mother he had barely remembered before. He had faint memories of what his entire life would be like if he had been a girl. More complicated than that, he'd spent a month as another girl in Luceti with the concern that he could be stuck like that forever. Maybe that was the oddest thing of all. He certainly tried to not ever, ever think about that horrible month.
But it wasn't all weird. Some of it was just horrible. He'd lost friends, seen people die, and watched as everyone from his world came and went with the sole exception of him and his sister. He had fought monsters in Luceti, far beyond his ability to ever stop. Some of those monsters were his friends. He'd been sent into wars, bloody wars, where he fought enemies that could not be reasoned with. He'd grown accustomed to killing his enemies. It was easy now. Too easy. He'd died, too. Not long enough to gain a death penalty, but it happened. It still haunted him. And he still couldn't bring himself to tell more than a small number of people.
He'd loved. Loved and lost. And he got her back. But it wasn't the same. Sometimes he wondered that it might never be the same. He'd grown into a man, but not in the way he ever expected. It was the Luceti education. Everyone was hurting. Everyone. The education was that you learned to pretend like it didn't hurt. You threw parties, you played games, and you spent each and every day acting like maybe one day you'd get back home and that would be a good thing. Eventually, whether it was months or years, people realized that 'going home' wasn't as good as it seemed. They weren't the lucky ones. The sum of their experiences and growth was being ripped from them, in an instant. They were sent home with a wound they didn't know they had. Everyone eventually was doomed to be returned to what they were. Lesser. Smaller. Without the things that now made them who they were.
Sometimes that didn't seem so bad anyway.
[Action]
Three years. That's how long it was now. Sokka sat outside the house, snapping his finger as he tried to summon a spark of Eferin's fire. As he expected, he'd lost it. Not for good, perhaps. But he'd stopped practicing and stopped communing with the spirits. It was little surprise. It was tapping into Tsinku's power that got him toasted. He'd spent so much time invested in other things, that he just lost his connection with the spirits. With a small bit of reluctance, he relied on his zippo lighter instead. It was sufficient to start the fire. It was nothing much, really. Just wooden scraps, paper, cardboard, and other accumulated materials that had started clogging up parts of the house. Most of it was Sokka's own junk. So rather than just throw it out and let the Malnosso deal with it, he decided to just make a fire instead. He realized, of course, he was doing it in the same fire pit that he had used when Suki went home.
Three years. Today was a normal day. Sokka spent the first half of his day at the smithy. With Hiccup on the mend after that particularly painful surgery, it left Sokka as the only one who did the maintenance on the weapons. New Feather season was, at least, gone and done with. He hadn't received any commissions in a while, so it left him with time to start on some new projects. Things he expected would be gifts later. For lunch, he put extra jalapenos on his sandwich. Just like Elisa made them. The nice thing about the smithy was that despite how cold it was, you could sit outside in front of the open door and still be warm from the radiating heat of the furnace.
Three years. Sokka spent dinner at home, as he was supposed to. Then he did some alchemy research at the library. It left the evening free, but he figured there was a particular girl who would be occupying his time. That was the nice bit. It was a long trail and a heavy education. But you could forget when you were around a person who didn't know it yet. Then it was just another day. The twist was that he didn't mind. Education or not, Sokka was happy enough.
((ooc: This post is just a typical 'day in the life of' sort of deal. This is what his schedule looks like. Mostly it's self indulgent. Sorry about that!))
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"I have two spare and tall apple ciders with whipped cream and butterscotch sauce, going once! Going twice..." She paused to sip at her own capped mug, knowing Raven (if she was there) never accepted the treats and drinks the Slayer frequently brought with her on her usual post-lunch visit. Sokka, at least, would take his. She expected it! She'd pout if he didn't.
She leaned back on the heel of her palm. "They're still hot. Piping, in point of fact."
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This gave him just enough confidence to bring marshmallows when he went outside to join Sokka. He approached and waved to him. "Hey, Sokka."
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Despite the cold, Suki was outside that night, wrapped up in a coat and a blanket over her shoulders to keep her nice and warm. She wasn't paying attention to the time, but she was looking up, staring up at the night sky. It seemed so familiar to her, but it was so different at the same time, and she wasn't really sure how she felt about that.
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The idea of gift giving wasn't exactly new to her. In District 12, it was tradition to give gifts on your birthday. There were tokens sometimes exchanged during the Hunger Games, much like Madge had given her her aunt's pin to wear to the Capitol. Little things here and there to make someone's day brighter. But to give a gift to a person because of some long dead person's birthday just, well, confused her.
Though she hadn't decided yet whether or not she would give anything to those she knew. But it didn't hurt to browse. The blacksmith's shop had seemed like a good place to start. She arrived there around lunch, just in time to catch Sokka sitting outside the front door with his sandwich.
She raises a hand in brief greeting before walking closer.] Aren't you cold?
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Raven preferred going outside for lunch, too, but with Sokka there on the front step, it was hard to get up the motivation to leave. She'd been to work every day because it was work; she just hadn't said much. Less than usual. She had a lot of internal reckoning to do.
'Nasty bird' warred with 'that's who you are and it's cool', you see.
Today had the potential to be some kind of turning point. Maybe. It couldn't hurt to try. As Sokka dove into his sandwich, Raven stepped out the door and tapped his shoulder with one of the things in her hand - an orange.
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At least she waited until he wasn't in the middle of something that could be dangerous to suddenly greet him from the counter, where she had taken up leaning against to watch him.
"Hi, Sokka!" Yep. Children in the weapon shop again. "What are you working on today?"
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"Morning! How're you today, Uncle Sokka? What are you having for breakfast? I want to have oatmeal! I'm going to put banana slices on it do we have any bananas?" Her cheerful chatter came out at a mile a minute, as per usual.
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NOT LATE AT ALL.
Sokka!
[ Just declaring his name before even seeing him was definitely the most polite way to check if he was there. ]
I reply late to balance it out
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I AM HERE TO MAKE LATE PEOPLE FEEL BETTER.
But eventually she will arrive to find Sokka not outwardly broody, but she's already here, so she might as well say hello. Or, at least, say:
"Is there some holiday that involves bonfires that I missed hearing about?" There certainly seemed to be plenty of holidays getting announced around this time of year as it was.
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That is a nifty icon.
It's one of my favorites now
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