markofthewise | Sokka the 77th

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Sokka the 77th - [Action/Voice]

[On February Twenty-Fifth, Sokka turned nineteen. On the Twenty-Sixth, he left on a routine mission to work as a mechanic on one of the Malnosso's three space vessels high up in orbit. There was no battle, this time. Just good honest work, people to relate to, and a small bunk to call his own. Seven days, just like that.

On March Fourth, one of the mechanics triggered a malfunction on the hangar doors. The crew quickly fled, just as the power went down. They needed to close the hatch leading to the hallway. But without power, it could only be closed from one side. The one about to be opened up into space. The hero, the stupid hero, closed the door. In those brief moments, he thought that maybe if he reached a Tyr Fighter, he could climb in one of those. He ran. Hard.

He didn't make it.

Today, he fell into the sea, nearly drowning, and was saved by the Avatar. It distracted him from what happened, but now that she was off exploring town, he had the chance to go in his room, get dressed, and collect his weapons. It was a good thing he chose not to bring them. They'd be out floating in space right now, otherwise. One thing was strange, though. He wasn't upset. He wasn't distressed. He could only look back on it and regret that it even happened. That was a week's worth of points he wouldn't be getting. Damn Malnosso cheapskates.

After a bit of cleaning up, he went to go approach this new day. He'd be gone from Luceti for two weeks. People would probably miss him. But his first destination was the smithy.

The only problem was that once he got to the smithy, he found himself looking at the walls. They were barer than he left them. People had been picking up some of the weapons he'd made. Well, that wasn't going to do. He wasn't running a charity here.]

Hey Luceti. Looks like I got back in time for the new feathers to roll in. I'm Sokka. Hope you guys are settling in fine! I run the Slash 'n Crash, the local smithy and weapon shop. I make most of the weapons here. I do take commissions if people want stuff. But since there's no money, just talk to me and we can work out a trade. No point in breaking your back for nothing, right?

Anyway, did I miss anything important?

[For the rest of the day, Sokka can be found at the smithy. Later he does about an hour of catch up work at the library, before going home to dinner. Remarkably enough, he doesn't feel like drinking today.

Today is a good day.]

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[She grins a bit broadly at the affirmation. This could be fun. A good way to keep busy, a nice change to her normal routine. He's a good fisher, too. Much better than she is. The odds that they'll catch something are already in greater favor if he's there.]

Lunchtime? I can bring a pan to cook whatever we catch in.

Good. But how do you feel about spear fishing?

[Sure. The lakes were melting now. That means breaking out the canoes and line fishing is just time consuming.]

[She quirks her head a little, staring at him in confusion before finally shaking her head. She remembers Finnick using his trident to stab at some of the passing fish in the waters of the clock arena. He had offered to teach her and Peeta both. But both of them had been too distracted in their own little game of sacrifice to care.

Remnants of her dreams come flooding back to her - Wiress' death - and she grips his hand a little tighter.]

I've never gone spear fishing before.

[Something must have upset her to cause her to squeeze his hand again like that. Something important.

But anyway, fishing!]

It's like fishing. But with spears. In a boat. I mean, line fishing is nice and all. But spear fishing is for people with things to do and actually want to catch things.

[The kind of thing people did when fishing wasn't just something you did for fun.]

[He doesn't pay any attention to the way she squeezes his hand and she's grateful for that. Grateful that he doesn't pry into what worries her. So far, she's dealt with enough prying questions today.

He stays on topic and Katniss, in return, does her best not to remember the way the spear looked jolting out of Rue's chest.]

Do you usually catch more?

Well, we usually didn't starve.

[Though he wasn't nearly so good a hunter back then as he is now. But he's also a little rusty. Time will only tell how well they do.]

[She considers this for a moment, finally moving her hand away from his. Then, she nods.]

I'll bring my bow just in case.

[A bit pointless to say, really. She rarely goes anywhere without it.]

[He pulls his hand back. He's kind of glad for it.]

Katniss. You were going to bring your bow anyway.

[She scowls at him for saying that, much like she would have if he had been Gale. Those words aren't really necessary to speak aloud. They both know she would. Her bow and her quiver and all the rest of her hunting supplies.

It's a waste of breath, really.]

[It's not like he'd go anywhere without his sword and boomerang either. Some things were just too important to leave behind.]

Tomorrow, at the bridge. First light?

[She nods, standing from the table. She had come here for a reason. She needs to get over this, get over Peeta. Find a way to move on just like Richard said.

Fishing will, in the end, only distract her so long.]

I'll be there.

[A smile in return.]

Tomorrow, then. Seeya then, Katniss.

[She nods, feebly returning the smile before clutching the grip of her bow closer to her chest. She stands there a second more, not quite wanting to leave current company. It had been a nice distraction, having someone to talk without much mention of her damned nightmares or journal post.

But she had come here with research in mind. And she's too stubborn to quit now.

First light had come all too slowly. She had awoken hours ago, screaming at the nightmares that had haunted her during her few hours sleep. Back in the Capitol, watching Boggs die. Hearing the lizard muttations hiss her name in the sewers.

She's at the bridge a good fifteen minutes before the agreed upon time. Along with her customary bow and quiver, she has a bag with everything necessary - in her opinion - to make a decent meal. Katniss paces back and forth as she waits, as if the repeated motion will sooth the lingering nightmares.

It doesn't. Not nearly as well as she would like.]

[Early or not, Sokka will be there on time. Well, a tiny bit late. He shows up at the bridge, panting a bit.]

Whew... sorry I'm late. Dragging the canoes out was more work than I thought.

[She turns around at the sound of footsteps, a small smile crossing her face when she sees him. At the apology, Katniss just shrugs. He's not that late and she isn't always good at running on time herself. All that really matters is that he's here. And they can go fishing.]

I got here early. [Another shrug.] Couldn't sleep.

Rough night, huh?

[He leans against the railing for now. Let her say her piece before heading to the canoes.]

[She nods in response, confirming the affirmation with a quiet:] Yeah.

[Rough nights seem to be the norm for her lately. Little sleep, tossing and turning nightmares. But she doesn't want to talk about it. She's tired of talking about it. It feels as if that's all she did yesterday.

She's here to have fun today. To try and forget all these stupid worries for the next few hours.]

So, are we flying or canoeing?

[Suited him, really. He didn't want to delve anymore into her affairs than he had to.]

Canoeing. Flying is nice and all, but fishing off of Appa's back? Not as great as it sounds.

[She snickers a little at that. Flying is nice. No, it's better than nice. She's never felt freedom like that before. Hasn't felt so exhilarated in a long time. But Appa's so big. And she can easily imagining the beast scaring away any of the fish.]

Can't imagine he'd have the quietness or patience we'd need, anyway.

[With no objection, he starts to lead the way, staying close to the bank.]

Yeah, he does tend to scare away the fishies, even when he's asleep.

[She follows close behind, footsteps the quiet steps of a hunter used to trekking through the woods. Even her pack, filled with the necessary pans and cutlery to cook the day's catch by the river, is kept silently pressed to her side.

But she does chuckle again at the response.]

I can't imagine he's any help with hunting either. [She pauses for a moment, wrinkling her nose.] What good is he? Aside from helping in travel?

[On the other hand, Sokka isn't trying to be quiet. Maybe he's just rusty, but his steps are loud and lacking any grace. He's in a good mood and ready to get where he's going. The canoe, a blue one, is lying on the bank just ahead.]

Hey, he's good for a lot of things. Seriously, it doesn't matter how good of a fighter you are, you throw Appa at them? You're gonna wish you stayed home.

[There'd been a lot of times that big fuzzy beast had saved them in the past.]

[Her eyebrows raise, impressed, and she hurries a few steps closer to walk by Sokka's side. Her lips twitch to the side and she flashes him an amused look.]

Beats Buttercup. The most you can expect out of him is a loud hiss before he turns tail.

Cats. Are they good for anything at all?

[There's none of those at home. Not even cat hybrids. So he's really yet to see any use for them.]

[After blinking in surprise at his response, she snorts and shakes her head. Most people here seem to like animals well enough. Even useless pets. It's rare, she thinks, to meet someone that might actually agree with her on Buttercup's uselessness.]

Stew.

[It had been her threat to the damn creature often enough.]

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