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markofthewise) wrote2013-03-11 11:54 am
markofthewise) wrote2013-03-11 11:54 am
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.]
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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He had a reason for being here. So it seemed, now, it was the best time to get it over with. "Listen, Suki. I wanted to apologize. Really apologize, for all that stuff before. I want you to know I'm ready to go back to being your boyfriend if you'll take me."
His past reasons for breaking it off seemed pointless now. He craved physical intimacy and he did like Suki. She was a fun person, easy to talk to, and attractive. He'd really prefer to go back to dating her and not worry about all that emotional engagement stuff.
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"Sokka..." She looked away, almost ashamed of herself. "I don't know. I love you, really, but... I don't know if I'm ready yet. I want to be with you. I'm just not sure I'm ready yet. Are you even ready to be with me, even though I don't think I'll ever remember this place?"
It hurt so much to say this to him. More than anything, she wanted to be with Sokka. She just wasn't sure if this was the right time or not.
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There was a voice telling her to pull away, that she wasn't ready, but his words. They really got to her.
"I don't want us to be miserable either." She said, almost in a whisper. "Are you sure you want to try us again?" Because she's really ready to just say yes. Her feelings for him were so much stronger than her doubts that it was difficult to just say no.
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"I'm sure."
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"Oh... okay." What was she doing? "Let's try again."
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When she pulls away, her cheeks were flushed, and she tucked some hair behind her ear.
"It's been awhile since we've done that, hasn't it?"
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"Too long. But not bad for us being rusty."
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Sadly, she has no idea what he's getting at. She just thinks he wants to talk, and talking in private was a good idea.
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"Sokka. We aren't having..." Not saying it out loud. "We just got back together. What makes you think I'm ready to be intimate with you?"
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But. Fine.
"Okay. Let's talk, then. Where do you want to go?"
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"Let's just find a place to talk." She was already up and ready to go.
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"Okay. What's the problem?"
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