Sokka the 7th | [Action]

[markofthewise]

[You might notice something unusual today. The smithy now has smoke rising from it once again. If you go inside, you'll find Sokka inside, working on various items with one hand while holding a yellow book entitled "Smithing For Dummies" in the other. A few other books about smithing and metallurgy in general are scattered about as well.

If you caught Sokka earlier in the day, you would've seen him dragging a large amount of weapons back to the smithy, all of which he had previously purloined at the weapon shop when he arrived. He'll also be attempting to drag a few couches from the furniture shop towards the smithy too, so feel free to help him out.]

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

[Wassup with all this going on? Link can't help but notice and follow along curiously. A guy dragging around furniture was quite a sight, you know.]

What are you doing?

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka is busy grunting and pulling, but he'll stop long enough to look at the weird kid with pointy ears.]

Moving furniture, obviously.

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[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

Why? [And all that pulling looks tough.] Do you need help?

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[markofthewise]

For the smithy! And sure, grab an end, buddy.

[action] sorry for the lateness. :(

[outsetsailor.livejournal.com]

Okay. [He grabs hold of the end of the couch and hefts it up as much as he can. He's not that bad at it, and it's certainly lighter than shoving around a boulder.]

Why are you taking it there?

[latkje]

[Oh look, Sokka is doing something involving physical labor. This should be fun to watch. What, don't look at Nash like that, he can't help lift things because he's old.]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka sees the old man being his usual unhelpful self. He whirls around on him.]

Just keep watching! Sure!

[latkje]

Fine, fine. I guess I can help, even though it will be an awful strain on my back.

[He makes a big show of walking over, tossing his arms up in the air, etc. But he doesn't seem to have any trouble holding up one end of the couch.]

[markofthewise]

Oh, thanks. You sure this won't break your back? [Sokka is now moving a bit more quickly in a direction that's not his house. In fact, he's headed to the smithy.]

[poisonousbadge.livejournal.com]

[Elisa sets a hand on one of the couches being moved, a disapproving look on her face.]

What do you think you're doing?

[markofthewise]

[Sokka just shrugs.] Making it comfortable. What's wrong with that?

[poisonousbadge.livejournal.com]

I don't see anyone sticking around for more than two minutes, and if they do, all they're doing is looking for their weapon. It's not exactly a place for loitering.

[markofthewise]

Unless they need something made. I figure if I'm working, it'd be nice to have someone to talk to. But who wants to stand around and talk, right?

[drawingkay.livejournal.com]

[Smoke rising from the chimney! Eddie must've come back! Or so Lymle thinks.

So don't mind it when a little girl comes shuffle-running into the store, stopping, and. Well. Staring |:]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka doesn't seem to notice, because he's busy working on what appears to be a knife. Lym might notice that the shop is straightened up, courtesy of Elisa, and also now has couches for sitting on.]

[drawingkay.livejournal.com]

[Yep, she notices all that. So, after staring a bit to try and figure out why there's some random guy doing work in the shop, she walks over to a couch and decides to sit for a while.

... She'll just watch him work for lack of better things to do in the mean time.]

[markofthewise]

[Eventually after putting some metal down to cool in a barrel of water, he suddenly notices her. A customer!]

Oh, hey. Welcome to the uh... smithy. What can I do for you?

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[What in the world...?]

Why are you dragging couches?

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[markofthewise]

To move them. [Really Ted, 300 years and this is the best you can do?]

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

I know that. Why are you moving them.

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[markofthewise]

Taking 'em to the smithy, that's all. Care to help?

[Action] TOTALLY LATE TO THE PARTY

[knightofratatosk]

[And here comes someone else who saw the smoke rising and thought one of his buddies was back, only he's not looking for Edward. Don't mind him just barging in.]

Lloyd?

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka doesn't even turn around. He just keeps hammering.]

Nope. Sokka.

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[knightofratatosk]

O-oh. You haven't... you haven't seen Lloyd around, have you?

[There's not much chance of that, but it can't hurt to ask, right?]

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[markofthewise]

[He'll stop for now and turn around.]

I never even met Lloyd. Or Edward either, sorry pal. I'm just making use of the place, since no one else is.