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Attack on Sokka + other catch-all goodness!

Characters: Sokka + OPEN
Date: 22 May and onward
Location: Midnight Hotel, Sky Sector, and ???
Situation: Sokka gets his soul gem stolen and returned, Sokka moves into Sky Sector
Warnings/Ratings: Y7 to start; will be changed as appropriate.

A. [OPEN] Midnight Hotel, ~~Wang~~ Fire Sector entrance - 22 May, 11:15 am

It's a bright and cheery day. This world's equivalent of birds were singing merrily, and Sokka had had a very good night's sleep. He'd taken the day off of work in order to finish up things in the Sky Sector all ready to move in. And the first thing he did after eating a nice big breakfast (full of meat, of course) and otherwise cleaning up and getting ready was to step outside into that bright and cheery world.

And that's when the nickel dropped.

Sokka hadn't gotten more than three paces from the Fire Sector exit of the Midnight Hotel before someone (something?) hit him and hit him hard. Something that Sokka wouldn't have recognised, even if he had gotten a good look at the creature, brazenly runs into him, quickly digging into his shoulder with some wild claws. Normally, Sokka would have stumbled a bit and flailed rather wildly in some dramatic and comedic attempt to keep his balance. But there's none of that. Sokka practically goes stiff as a board, and the next few seconds are spent in super slow motion as the world tilts uncomfortably and he is sent to the pavement below, hitting his (very hard) head to the ground. And from there, he's unable to resist whaever the green(?)-skinned lizardman does to him. Because that's about the only view he gets of his assailant, the feet that keeps him attached to the ground... and even then, he moves quickly.

Before Sokka can even process what's going on, a few of Sokka's preciouses are taken—his soul gem, his coinpurse, and Boomerang. It's almost up for grabs which one Sokka is regretting losing most. Within seconds, the lizardman thing is off on his (her? its?) way, dashing off through the streets and pushing his (her? its?) way through crowds to get away scot-free.

As for Sokka, he... doesn't move. He can't move. He's just left there, unable to speak, unable to even react to this. It's almost like he's been petrified, except any attempts to move him will reveal that his flesh isn't stone. And he does have some ability to move his eyes and lips extremely vaguely. And over the course of the first hour, he'll progress from being able to able to speak broken syllables to sentences again.

Oh won't you drag him back to the Hotel out of the street?

B. [OPEN] Midnight Hotel, Lobby - 22 May, afternoon and evening

"Well, today is... practically... ruined," Sokka stammers, still trying to get over the paralytic that the attacker's claws had injected into him.

Sokka is mobile, finally, able to move, but he's not exactly steady on his feet whatsoever. In fact, saying that he's even walking straight at all is... presumptuous. One moment, he's weaving left and right, the next he's desperately holding onto a handrail on the balcony just to keep from falling over. And then when he tries to come down the stairwell, one misstep from a very bad and awkward foot placement means he's barrelling down the steps with a thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud at top speed.

After a moment, he vaguely waves his hand in the air, pointing to the ceiling... but really it's not quite vertical. "I'm... alright. I... meant... to do that..." And for a brief moment, there's just no moment. He's resting there, on the floor, before attempting to stand up and go plop himself in one of the lobby chairs.

"Someone remind me why I ever liked Keeliai?"

C. [CLOSED to Anton] Midnight Hotel, Room 1 - 23 May, 9:30am

It's the next morning, and a kedanese messenger will be running to the Midnight Hotel with Sokka's soul gem. A messenger will deliver it to the front desk, saying that it was discovered off in the fields outside the city in the Woodsmen's domain, and it seemed a good idea to return it here since so many Foreigners were still staying here. It just so happens that it's Sokka's.

As for Sokka, he's going to be in bed. He may have full mobility back, but he's not going to be feeling well after having been away from his soul gem for that long. Sokka had gotten a sense of being vaguely weary when away from the soul lanterns back while Malicant was still fishing around under the turtle, but not having the soul gem is making him fare far worse. He's pretty much beset with a terrible headache, cramps, and a very sore shoulder.

D. [OPEN] Sky Sector - 25(?) May and beyond

And without too much fanfare, especially after all of the events of the previous days, Sokka decides to gather his friends and move to Sky Sector. Or at least most of his friends. That mainly includes him, his sister, Aang, and Toph. There'll be a homewarming, of course, and the Foreigners are generally invited to come and check out the new digs. Or just meet Sokka as he's coming out and stretching, enjoying the new environment.

The house is mostly made of wood, though there's a fair bit of stonework inlaid on the floors and walls; you can bet that the latter wasn't Sokka's own handiwork, but most of the former is his own. The house is still a little sparsely furnished, but there's plenty of space to hang out in a common area inside the house. There'll be food to eat and tea to drink if you come.

Z. [OPEN] - Choose Your Own Adventure!

[OOC: Want a prompt? Want to plot? Want to see Sokka do something amazing and funny? Let me know!]

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It isn't often that Accelerator has much need to use the Fire Sector entrance. Most of the time he only uses the ones for Metal or Central. He happened to be in the Fire Sector most recently, though, so he opts for looking around for where he recalled the Fire Sector entrance being...

...and spots a body lying stiff on the ground a few paces from it. A familiar body. A scowl settles onto his features, and he draws closer. It doesn't take long to spot the torn shoulder. He drops to his knees, letting his cane poke off to the side so he doesn't have to retract the lower half or unstrap the contraption from his forearm.

"Hey. Sokka." Just a couple words to catch the guy's attention. He idly wonders how long he's been lying there. If it's been a while, then the kedan passing through really didn't care about doing anything about it.

It'd only been a few minutes from the attack—five... ten... Sokka was having a hard time of counting lying on the ground like that. And despite him being able to feel the thump of the cane against his side. For what it's worth, Sokka barely reacts to it. He doesn't move; he can't move. At least mostly.

"Ac... cel...?" Sokka says, moving his lips and jaw as if through thick molasses. It's not even worth saying the entire name with as hard to move as it is. "Help?"

Hearing someone creak out a plea for help while collapsed on the ground before him brings him back to that day outside the entrance to the underground mall where he first met Index. The girl collapsed due to nothing more than hunger, something easily sated by emptying his wallet after dragging her to the closest fast food place inside. The thought makes him want to laugh humorlessly; at least this time he probably won't have to shell out a single juulan.

His gaze flicks over Sokka's immobile form, spotting only the torn shoulder as obvious trauma. Maybe the head too; he doesn't like the unnatural way he's laid out on the ground. Something about it looks off.

"Can you move?" It's worth asking. Sokka could simply need someone to stabilise his pain-riddled body, or there could be another reason he hasn't left that spot yet.

Sokka would be annoyed by that. Would have been annoyed if his mind wasn't practically addled and feeling just as slow and stiff as his body. "Oh... right..." he says almost in broken syllables. "Just... ly-ing... for... my... health." There's an attempt to move his arm, but all that he ends up able to do is just barely move a finger. "Yeah... nope..."

Accelerator snorts at that, rolling his eyes whether or not Sokka can see it from this angle. "At least your sarcasm isn't broken."

He does, however, watch that entire display from the moment his words crack out of him. Okay, so the guy seems to be paralyzed, and not because of a spinal injury or something else that would make it dangerous to move him, or else his speech wouldn't be affected. Not in that way. (He knows a little about speech being affected by injury.) That's... better than it could be.

He brings a hand up to the switch on his choker, casually pressing it. There's a metallic thk as the lower half of his cane fully retracts and disappears behind the guard strapped to his wrist. With a sigh he starts trying to pick the guy up around the waist. Hmm... over the shoulder or carried in both arms. Both are options, and he's unsure which will work better. The weight he won't have to worry about. Like this he could literally carry a limousine with one hand and only worry about not hitting people or things with it on accident.

"Sarcasm's... my middle name," he says, his words practically slurred together as if he were drunk. "Provided I had... a last name to, er, go with it. Cause you need... three names to have a middle one."

Sokka hears the metallic ring from Accelerator, though it's out of his sight line, being way too high up for anything, and so it's impossible to say what in the world it actually was. All he knows is that the cane he was carrying is suddenly out of sight. "So... what was that... sound? Was that... you?"

"That sound was my cane." There's a button on the hand grip that he can press that will make the entire lower half either retract or extend, depending on what will be more convenient. This feature is something he added when modifying his cane, to make it easier for when he plans to use his ESPer Mode. A normal cane can only get in the way at such times. He doesn't elaborate, but it's possible he may some other time when time isn't sensitive.

"Destroying things isn't the only use for my power." He mentions this right away so Sokka doesn't have to waste precious breath asking how a guy who needed a cane to walk can carry a fully grown teenager. With that, he decides over the shoulder is too bulky to attempt, and goes for having an arm under Sokka's knees and another behind his back. With a small groan of effort he lifts him up like an oversized doll and stands easily. An oversized, but still lightweight doll. He starts heading for the entrance that's only meters away.

Edited 2015-06-02 13:04 (UTC)

It's late. Very late. The hotel is pretty much still by the time Toph returns. She moves silently through the hallways, fingertips trailing along the wall, following the network of pipes towards the two rooms occupied by the Gaang.

It's not her own room that she goes into, though. Her hand rests on the doorknob for a good minute before she nudges open the door to Sokka and Katara's room, slipping inside.

She's not sure what she'll find once she's there. She left shortly after Sokka was brought back upstairs in his paralytic state. She's dirty, bone-weary, her shoulders slumped and a sizable (shallow) cut slicing across her cheek below one eye, the blood dried and smeared as though she'd swiped at it at one point with her sleeve.

She steps forward in the darkness -- one foot, then another.

Sokka is asleep. Or at least trying to sleep. So far it's not really working. So far, he just feels woozy and pained, and the world is spinning on top of that. It's practically like he's been suckerpunched right in the brain somehow, so when the door opens... well, expect Sokka to say something a little strange.

"Nope, we don't need any vegetables, Mr. Salesman. We've got plenty of rocks here to eat. We'll be all fine for the next few days." One might actually think that Sokka were dreaming... except Sokka doesn't really talk in his sleep much. Snore, yes; talk, no.

"Hey. It's me." Most likely Toph figures that he's either dreaming or just coming out of one, so the word is more greeting in case he's waking up more than anything else. Honestly, it's kind of reassuring that he's talking at all, so she doesn't take it too seriously as she plops on the floor next to his bed, back leaning up against the mattress and frame. She's expecting he'll be a little more alert in the next couple of minutes.

Hoping, anyway.

She's not sure why she's there -- just that being there right then is important. So she stays.

At Toph's voice, there's some sort of recognition in his head despite the world practically swimming inside his head. He tries to prop himself up, but yeah... that's not going to happen. He's sore, and he's a little weak—both physically and mentally—so he ends up plopping down on the bed a bit. He's finally recovered all of his muscle movement, but now it's the soul gem being missing that's taking it out of him.

"Oh... hey... Toph," he says as he just stares up at the ceiling staring back at him. "I thought it was someone else. It's kinda hard to focus when all of these wolfbats flying around my head."

It's kind of like cactus juice all over again -- except not really as funny. Toph raises a skeptical eyebrow, listening for the sound of wings just on the weird offchance, but as suspected, nothing. She sighs a breath out her nose, settling in against the mattress.

"Yeah. They do that. Just . . . try to get some sleep or something, okay?"

Apparently she means to stay where she is. Huddling up, shoulders shrugged and arms crossed, she closes her eyes.

Well at least in part, Sokka was being metaphorical. It's not like he's seeing them. He's just seeing other things. But he's also seeing real things too, so... it really could be worse. It really could be full on cactus juice.

"It's... kinda hard to sleep, really," Sokka replies after a moment. "At least... for any length of time. Weird... dreams keep coming. Trust me, you don't ever want to meet a pink sabre-toothed elephant rattlesnake."

He vaguely shifts to look in the... vicinity of Toph. "You... alright?" Of course she's not. Sokka's concerned about the lack of a soul gem too, but... well, he has to ask.

Edited 2015-06-14 11:50 (UTC)

Every now and then, something odd happened at the Hotel. It wasn't the first time Anton had had a soul-gem delivered to the desk, although the last one had been accompanied by a very long and apologetic letter by the parents of the culprits. Unfortunately, on this occasion, the kedan didn't explain whose soul-gem it might be--if they knew.

Given they said they found it in a field, probably they didn't.

So Anton considered, running through a mental list of observations regarding who had been ill lately. There were an unfortunate number, either due to being victims of the muggings or attempting to catch the perpetrators of the muggings. In the end it was a short list and Sokka's door was the first by the stairs, so it was his that Anton first knocked on.

Yeah, already Sokka wasn't feeling well. He hadn't bothered getting out of bed, and while he wasn't exactly an early riser, he should have been up right now. He just felt sick, as if he'd come down with that illness that made him absolutely delirious. He'd just woken up a few minutes ago because he thought he had heard something, but it was clearly his imagination acting up on him. Yeah, there wasn't a sound anywhere to be found.

But then before he could slip back to sleep, there is a real knock at the door. Though at this point, Sokka's delirious enough to not be able to tell the difference. He looks up at the ceiling with a deadpan expression. "Okay, Momo, this is the last time. If this is because you want in again, I'm not going to be happy with you. Just pick one side and stick with it." He trudges out of bed lethargically and heads to the door.

When the door opens, Sokka just stares at Anton in the eyes. And after a pause, "Momo, look how... big you've gotten?"

"I've been well-fed of late," Anton said back just as deadpan, and held out the soul-gem that had been delivered to his desk. "Is this yours? I could have left it on your doormat, but I rather think this is too important to risk anyone stepping on." He paused for a moment, as if he intended to say something more, and in the end only added, still as deadpan as anything: "Meow."

He had no idea who or what Momo might be, but the behaviour sounded rather cat-like. Cats, in Anton's opinion, were nuisances. They were too willful to trust as allies, hunted anything in the vicinity which might suffice as emergency rations, like rats, and were terrible to catch and eat themselves. At least most dogs weren't too difficult for a starving man to catch and kill.

And then there's the moment of disbelief. Sokka doesn't say anything once Anton finishes speaking for a few moments until finally, FINALLY(!) there's the glint of recognition in Sokka's eyes. "Oh... Anton!" Another pause. "Momo's... not exactly a cat though." Pause.

Yeah. This is weird.

"So yeah... that is my soul gem." Sokka takes it in his fingers and eyes it before looking back to Anton. "Wait, how... did you get my soul gem back? Oh wait, wait, I got this one. Because of our amazing friendship and the fact that it happened right outside the Hotel, you flew to the rescue and chased my attacker and apprehended him in order to recover it." Pause. "Right?"

"Naturally," Anton agreed. "I am quite the superior specimen." He smiled then, gently and with a hint of amusement. "Someone delivered it to the desk. They found it outside the city, and brought it here in case I knew to whom it belonged." Then he sobered. "I'm sorry it happened so near to safety, Sokka."

That was the galling thing. Anton's authority ended at the doors--but to snatch a gem so close to them was a thumb in the face of the Foreigner's safety. He'd be keeping a close watch hereon.

"Something about the fantastic company and local job perks?"

Enjolras quips from across the room as he makes his way to Sokka. Something about how he'd been just lying there when Enjolras came in, hadn't set his mind at ease, and though he'd been too far away to offer him help in getting up, and had his hands full too, he's set things down now and is finishing making his way over to those chairs.

"I would ask if you feel all right or what was wrong, but I've not been living entirely in a hole in the ground the past few weeks so, instead, is there anything that I can do? Would water or something help at all?"

Sokka blinks a bit when Enjolras comes over to him, and after a dazed moment, eyes spark to life with recognition. "Enj! It's been... forever! Well, technically less than forever, but a while!" Sokka tries to stand up on his own, and he gets about as far as being on his knees before realising that's not going to work, so he's reaching up for the banister on the stairs to help lift him up.

"Water... probably would help. A new body? Even better. Getting my boomerang back would be even better. Oh yeah, and my soul gem." Priorities, Sokka. Your life is more important than your boomerang.

"It has, indeed." Enjolras agrees, smiling at his fellow former turtle parent. "Close enough to it that counting seems unnecessary, I should think." And he's reaching to steady Sokka again, reminded, a little, of the barricade and friends staggering around him, or the unfortunate time Grantaire decided to go to HIS flat instead of his own and the land lady actually let him up the stairs.

At least that was something Grantaire had chosen though. This, as Sokka continued, was nothing like that, Enjolras found. He had his suspicions when it got to boomerang, but then the soul gem...Dear God.

"For now, water it is, and let us find you somewhere comfortable to rest. Then you can tell me of what happened and we might see how to begin looking for the thieves and finding someone to help you, all right?"

Sokka is extremely appreciative for the support, keeping him more or less upright, even if his legs seem to just fumble and stagger beneath him as Enjolras begins to guide him to a seat. It's clear that Sokka isn't himself still, and some of it is still the result of him from the attack earlier. His shoulder is patched up, and clearly he was part of a scuffle. And there's a tear of his clothing as well.

"Thanks," he says to his friends as he leans on him for support. "I just... can't stay in my room. I'm just too antsy right now. But... it's kind of hard to walk with whatever that stuff that guy got into me."

"I can imagine not." Enjolras agrees, taking on some of the tones he found himself using in the hospital as a healer, while he keeps Sokka steady. Easier than to try shifting him about right now. "I can get you up there later, when you need it, but for now, no. I think it would kill me to be alone if it were me." It occurs to him to be glad it isn't, the cross pendant heavy under his shirt, reassuring. But, no time to focus on that fact, because he's looking first, for the most comfortable place to help him settle.

"You've been hurt beyond that too." Those hardly matter but they could be a bit of a problem still. "Are they causing pain. I may be able to try to ease it a little too. And will over there be all right?" He's nodding toward a loveseat type arrangement that at least looks comfortable enough to leave him on.

He's worried, clearly, though he's hiding that behind efficiency.

"Pain?" he asks, somewhat confused. And then he catches on. "Oh, you mean the injury?" He nods to his shoulder. "Well to be truthful it hurts, though not so much as my wounded pride falling down the steps." Grr. "Really, there must have been some sort of thing on that... that guy's claws of his because I just can't even walk in a straight line without desperately grabbing onto something!" He's practically flailing with one arm as Enj is helping him amble his way... somewhere. Of course, with his motor skills still somewhat impeded, it looks even more like flopping around really.

"I just..." Hm. What is it he really wants? He knows, but even that's not enough. "I just want that guy caught," he amends, more serious than he usually is.

"Yes, the physical sort." Enjolras clarifies, though he can't be surprised, at the moment, that Sokka might not be focusing on that. Things are, after all, that much worse. He's wincing at the mention of claws.

"Some sort of toxin probably. You would think by now someone would have seen something." He's adding, scowling a bit, not so much at Sokka as at the situation. "I hope they plan to address this the next time there is a Court, at the least." It won't help now, but he can at least make that clear enough.

They're reaching the couch and he's stopping to help Sokka get up there. "I think that seems more than a worthy goal. I wonder what others are doing with that."

"Oh, I'm suuuuuure someone saw something. I mean, I didn't exactly have that great of a vantage angle after getting attacked. Since I had fallen on the ground. Unable to move. Just lying there. Completely helpless." Yeah, Sokka ain't bitter. "But that said, I at least could see that several kedan folk had stopped to watch. And stare off in whatever direction the lizard guy ran. And then look at me with pity eyes. Me? Getting pity eyes?" Sigh. Undignified.

"They'd better bring it up next time they have Court," he adds afterward. "Especially since I'm doing grunt work for Zanru; it's in her interest to make sure the Foreigners are being taken care of."

Enjolras snorts at the tone, feeling just a small bit better. "Well, you are still Sokka, aren't you?" He shook his head at the next part, feeling a bit of rage in the pit of his stomach. "Completely helpless?" He repeated, a scowl crossing his features.

"No one helped you? They treated you like a show? Those are rhetorical," He thinks to add, just in case. "I thought they'd gotten better with us." That was accompanied by a scowl. "Pity eyes instead. I so dislike pity. And so it is. That only seems right for her to look at, then."

He's darting to get Sokka a glass of water now, then rejoining him with it too. "Here. You may feel a little better if you drink something."

"Well, someone may have came around to check my pulse or something. I couldn't really see much... or for that matter feel much. My entire body was limp and numb," he says, half in a complaint. "And I couldn't speak for at least a few minutes, so..." He shrugs. "They could have dragged me back to the hotel. I don't even know how long it was before Accelerator came by. The whole thing is still kind of a hazy blur."

And Sokka is kicking himself for that. Not being able to remember how long things took place or the visual details of things? That's one of the things Sokka claims to be good at.

Sokka will take the offered glass of water and drink from it. "Thanks, I could use that. It's probably one of the reasons I... tried to come downstairs. Though I suppose I was actually successful at making my way down here, huh?" There's a brief wry grin, though it is somewhat half-hearted.

Enjolras winces as Sokka speaks. On the one hand, he's glad Sokka may have been brought here. On the other, well...the very idea of it is so painful he doesn't have the right words to say about it. And losing the ability to speak...not good. So much of them is bound up in their soulgems, he decides, a little creeped out by the idea.

The fact that Sokka doesn't know? That's scary for Enjolras and speaks to the severity of that situation if it does nothing else.

"You did manage it." He agrees, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth there. "A little unorthodox, but points for creativity are owed here too."

Shortly before reaching the bottom of the stairwell by... rather unconventional means, this time Sokka's going to find himself landing on a soft, if mostly invisible, cushion of air rather than the floor. A slight shimmer to the air below him is the only real visible indication that anything is amiss at all.

Aside from the obvious, of course--that Sokka is basically levitating a foot from the bottom of the stairs.

Erskine really hasn't been paying much attention to the comings and goings of the other patrons of the Hotel. He doesn't usually. For the first week or so of his stay he'd barely even left Shudder's room. Now that he's a little more self sufficient he's taken to wandering the lobby and the commons at random hours, usually either drinking a cup of tea or staring into the fire or staring at nothing at all, possibly with tea. And, well. As apparently skilled as he is at not paying attention, it's tough to miss the person hurtling down the stairwell, hitting every single step on the way down. Erskine's hand is held out toward Sokka, directing the flow of air keeping him aloft.

Yeah, Sokka had just tried to clamber back up the stairs after having been bored with being downstairs. Bored, bored, bored. And then suddenly, after thinking he might have been okay to walk on his own, he slips and starts falling back. Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud...

and then there's this soft cushion below him, holding it up. Like he's looking down, and there's the floor... a few inches below where his body his resting. "Okay Aang... that's not really..."

He turns over to see where in the world Aang is, but Aang's nowhere to be found.

"...funny?"

"I'm sorry, would you rather I let you finish falling then?"

There's an obvious layer of amusement in the Irish accented voice. If this were someone he knew--especially if it were one of the other Dead Men--he'd be tempted to just drop the cushion of air and let him fall the last foot to the floor. But he doesn't know the young man, and has little cause for such a thing at the moment.

So assuming Sokka's not resisting too hard, the air around him will shimmer again and he'll be re-oriented into an upright position. All he should have to do is set his feet down and he'll be good as new.

Ravel is standing nearby, maybe ten feet away, dressed in a snappy suit (borrowed from Skulduggery himself) with his fingers splayed as he manipulates the air. "You all right?"

"Are you sure I can't get you anything?" Aang asks tentatively while once again checking in on Sokka.

"Because I can get you anything you need, if...you know, you wanted me to."

Sokka is in his room, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. At this moment, he pretty much doesn't know what to do with all the free time he suddenly has. Well, he has ideas, but his body wasn't really responding well to the paralytic he's been hit with, his legs and arms just feeling like jelly even as feeling comes back to them.

"You don't happen to know a place to get a new boomerang, do you?" he says with annoyance. Also maybe a place to buy some new pride?

He steps more fully into the room, face scrunched up in thought.

"Not really," he says honestly. "I've never really had reason to get one before. But I can go looking if you want."
That last part is said quickly.

Sokka frowns just a little bit, but all in all he wasn't expecting good news. At the moment, he was just trying to keep his mind off the fact that his soul gem was missing. "Yeah, I figured not. Well, so long as I know a spot, that's all I need. At least, that is... right after I find the Soul Gem store too."

Aang's whole body cringes.

"Yeah...that one I'll really keep an eye out for."

Beat.

"I'm so sorry Sokka. If you need any help to the bathroom...I already owe you..."

Oh gosh, is he going to bring up that embarrassing&mash;yes, yes he is.

"Hey... I think I'm... actually alright with that. I just throw myself at the wall and slide along until I make it where I need to go. It's getting down the stairs that I'm worried about."

Yeah.

"But... thanks." Pause. "Say, have you seen any... lizard men people on the Turtle before?" Surprisingly, this is not one of Sokka's crazy dreams.

Is he going to bring up something that embarrassing?
Well yes of COURSE he is, Sokka. Have you met Aang?

He's not crude about it, but...it still needed to be said.
Though now that Sokka has made it clear he's just find without Aang's help in that regard, Aang looks more relieved.

...

Perhaps relieved is the wrong word to use there.

"...

Lizard Men?"

Okay, he was relieved...not like that, but now he's looking more and more concerned.

"Well... yeah." Sokka says this as if it were one of the most obvious things in the world. "I mean, sure, I was a little bit woozy at the time after it all happened, but whatever it was that attacked me didn't look like anything I've ever seen on the turtle!"

And now Sokka tries to prop himself up just a bit to face Aang. "It had big sharp claws like this," he says as he holds his arms up, fingers splayed menacingly, "and it was covered in scales, just like a lizard." He pauses. "In fact, it didn't even look like a kedan."

Oh Poor Sokka.
Poor poor hallucinating, Sokka.

Aang doesn't say this, but then...given his expression he really doesn't need to.

He knows what this is like, he's been there before. So Aang seats himself on Katara's bed, across from Sokka and adopts a Listening With Interest posture.

"Tell me more about the lizard person, Sokka. Was it like a spirit lizard person? Or a person lizard person."

Aang, Sokka is immobile, not blind. You want to make that face to someone, try Toph.

"I know what I saw, Aang," he says, side-eyeing Aang just a bit. "It wasn't my imagination; whoever got me had scaly skin. I mean, what, you think someone could just tear into my shoulder like this with fingernails?" He pauses. "And he wasn't exactly... coloured... normally."

Oh yeah, right. Like Aang has a deathwish.

"I know I know," he says politely backpedaling. Now is not the time to rile anyone up. Sokka should be taking it easy, what with his condition and all.

"It's just...I remember what it's like to have my soulgem taken, that's all. Things...get wonky."

(okay so laaaaaaate B sometime or sometime before Anton gives his soul back)

Why couldn't any of them catch a break?

Katara nudged the door to the room she shared with Sokka open slowly, with her shoulder--Aang had been sensitive to everything when he had gone through this. She had quickly adapted. What she couldn't adapt to was the inescapable fear that gripped her any time a report about a mugging had been made.

Especially now that her brother was a victim.

Setting aside the food she had brought for him--on the slightest chance he might actually want it;he was still sokka, afterall, weary or no--she sighed and took a seat at the edge of his bed. "How are you feeling?"

Why couldn't they catch a break indeed?

Actually, Sokka had been on a relatively decent string of luck of late, so of course it was all going to come to a screeching halt and catch on fire in flamboyant fashion. And sure enough, losing his soul gem was the thing that was going to happen.

Sokka's sitting in their shared room in the Hotel... fairly groggy and stiff, as if moving his muscles required so much more co-ordination than he possibly could muster. Sokka wasn't exactly the least clumsy person in the world, and this made him much worse and staying on his feet. He happens to be idly watching out the window when Katara comes in. He's tired, grumpy... and pretty bored.

Though also hungry; it's the only thing that he's got that's better than Aang's.

"Oh... I'm feeling... just fine," Sokka says in a practical groan. Obviously his mugger didn't break his sarcasm bone. "I step two paces outside the Hotel, and bam, I'm flat on my face on the sidewalk in two seconds! It's embarrassing!"

"Embarrassing is the least of our problems," she muttered under her breath, carefully offering him the bowl of stew she had brought to him, and willing to place it across his lap if she had to help. "You probably shouldn't go anywhere, you know," she adds, this time at a normal level and directly to him. He's still being sarcastic, thus she believes he can handle a little gentle sisterly scolding. "We're all still looking-- you need to rest."

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Attack on Sokka + other catch-all goodness!

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Z . . . is for zzzzzzzzz. Let me know if this doesn't work.

We'll make it work!

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This is totally the best post ever. Close Tu Shanshu now; it will never get better than this.

thank you, thank you /bows

B!

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B for "because we all know this'll happen more than once lbr"

Stupid staircase. Stupid world.

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Z, sometime around/about/between A and B

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S because I MAKE MY OWN DESTINY :P (also for Sister)

Don't worry about late. I haven't responded to the Dove topic yet. >_>

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