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dive_logs2012-05-12 03:18 pm
warriorswolftail) wrote in dive_logs2012-05-12 03:18 pm
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do we even know who we are, livin' like all life is foretfit...
Who: Sokka, Azula, partners, [CLOSED]
What: Sokka returns home to a very nasty surprise
When: May 12th, late evening
Where: Neon City
Things had been surprisingly quiet for Sokka since the world had reset, even with Azula still supposedly skulking around. The whole thing was a strange concept that not even he wanted to wrap his brain around. Not Azula being around and being decidedly still insane (that part was clear the universe hating him. again.) but the world ending and then... not being ended. Hawky had tried to explain it from the pieces of information he had put together, but in the end it just made Sokka's head hurt something awful.
So he went about his life as normal, pretending hard that he wasn't horridly lonely without his friends around. Sure Quatre and Sai still came by a lot, but it wasn't the same. And the longer he was there the more he began to wonder if he was going to be there alone until he finally got sent home, too.
These thoughts were clouding his mind as he headed home for the evening after several deliveries had him out for the day. His sword was on his back as always, though a bit out of place now that he had taken to wearing more 'modern' clothes in the past year or so.
A bag of groceries in his arms, he went to unlock the door to the small house that was connected to his smithing forge, but stopped when he realized something was off. The door was not only unlocked, but cracked open slightly. Scowling, he lowered his bag to the ground and slowly took his sword off his back with a quiet 'shnk' as he pushed the door fully open with his other hand.
"Who's there?" he called out in to the darkness, waiting with baited breath for an answer.
What: Sokka returns home to a very nasty surprise
When: May 12th, late evening
Where: Neon City
Things had been surprisingly quiet for Sokka since the world had reset, even with Azula still supposedly skulking around. The whole thing was a strange concept that not even he wanted to wrap his brain around. Not Azula being around and being decidedly still insane (that part was clear the universe hating him. again.) but the world ending and then... not being ended. Hawky had tried to explain it from the pieces of information he had put together, but in the end it just made Sokka's head hurt something awful.
So he went about his life as normal, pretending hard that he wasn't horridly lonely without his friends around. Sure Quatre and Sai still came by a lot, but it wasn't the same. And the longer he was there the more he began to wonder if he was going to be there alone until he finally got sent home, too.
These thoughts were clouding his mind as he headed home for the evening after several deliveries had him out for the day. His sword was on his back as always, though a bit out of place now that he had taken to wearing more 'modern' clothes in the past year or so.
A bag of groceries in his arms, he went to unlock the door to the small house that was connected to his smithing forge, but stopped when he realized something was off. The door was not only unlocked, but cracked open slightly. Scowling, he lowered his bag to the ground and slowly took his sword off his back with a quiet 'shnk' as he pushed the door fully open with his other hand.
"Who's there?" he called out in to the darkness, waiting with baited breath for an answer.