Meat and Sarcasm Guy

[The recent arrival of Hawky has Sokka remembering the Fire Nation. The old days... when Sokka was another person. When he was a man. A man with a beard. Not only that, but it's a rather warm day for September. Sort of like... a Fire Nation summer. And it just so happens, he has a beard. He always has a beard. So he digs out his long neglected Fire Nation clothes (which are tighter than he remembered them being), moves his hair up into a top knot, uses some red dye on his wings, and applies a layer of glue to his face and eyebrows, applying his beard and busy brows. Wang Fire is back.

He sets up a booth in front of the plaza. Beside him, on a special stand, is Hawky. Cleverly disguised as well, with a small fez (with a Fire Nation emblem) strapped on his head. He is, of course, giving free advice today. He even leaves a voice post on the journal, using a very deep voice that sounds nothing like Sokka.]

Fellow citizens of Luceti. Do you need... advice? If you do, talk to the great Wang Fire. Troubled romance, missing home, family issues, or even trouble deciding what to eat for dinner. I can help!

((ooc: Will be answering tags with beardofthewise. And yes, canonically, this is actually a convincing disguise. >.>))

[Changing back suddenly had been something of a shock. His counterpart had a tendency to stay up late and while in the middle of making a sandwich for lunch, he gradually became aware something had changed as he blanked out for a moment. He felt shorter, younger, and there was less hair on his chin. His hair was still down, but he soon fixed that. After enough time, things started to catch up with him. All the horrible things he said, did, and thought... they were firmly in his mind. Maybe it wasn't really him who did all that stuff, but he remembered it like it was.

He spends a few hours not even sleeping, just going over everything he could remember, His first priority was his sister. After quietly peeking in on her, he could see she was back to her old self. They really, really needed to talk. But for now, he takes out his journal and writes out a message.]

I'm back to my old self. To anyone I talked to this last week, I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't me, it was... someone else. Kind of. Especially you, Winry.

[Of course, writing that in the middle of the night likely won't get noticed until the morning. By that time, Sokka will be on the roof of his house, temporarily covering up the damage left there by a certain incident yesterday. It's a good excuse for not having to face what happened the last week.]