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towerofanimus2013-05-08 10:45 pm
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01; (belated) intro of a citizen of the water tribe
Characters: Sokka and you!
Setting: Dorm 04-12 & hallways, second library (floor 19), workshop (floor 15).
Format: Starting with action, but can do prose.
Summary: Sokka wakes up in the tower.
Warnings: None right now.
[Dorms 04-12 + hallways]
[Sokka can't believe his world has been destroyed. He just helped save it, not six months ago. It can't just be gone.
So, it must be a trap. Someone has taken him hostage or something. Why someone would want to take him, he's not quite sure. Although he supposes his friends might be around here somewhere too.
Though... kidnapped by people who had been kind enough to leave his sword for him in the trunk at the end of the bed he'd woken up in. A sword he hasn't seen in months. As well as his boomerang, bag... and clothes, thankfully.
Okay. Odd, for sure.
After a brief moment as he changes and works over his options, Sokka wanders toward the door, sword braced as though ready for any attack.]
Hello?
[A pause as he peeks his head around the doorway, frowning.]
Uh, kidnappers? Hello?
[He looks around for anyone about.]
'Kay, already weird.
[Floor nineteen | Second Library]
[The more Sokka explores the place, the more confused he becomes. Every floor he passes and peeps into seems stranger than the last. The library, however, is something he's more than glad to see. Finally. Maybe they'll be some answer as to what the hell's going on. He's soon looking curiously through the books available.]
[Floor fifteen | Workshop]
[Sokka had not been intending to stop on this floor, but once he catches sight of the tools available, he stops. Frowning, his hand brushes over the collar around his neck. He doesn't know what it's for, but he knows he doesn't want it. If his sister Katara were here, she might be able to bend the liquid inside out of the stupid thing. But it doesn't look like she is, so he'll have to work on his own here.
Alright, let's get this thing off.]
Setting: Dorm 04-12 & hallways, second library (floor 19), workshop (floor 15).
Format: Starting with action, but can do prose.
Summary: Sokka wakes up in the tower.
Warnings: None right now.
[Dorms 04-12 + hallways]
[Sokka can't believe his world has been destroyed. He just helped save it, not six months ago. It can't just be gone.
So, it must be a trap. Someone has taken him hostage or something. Why someone would want to take him, he's not quite sure. Although he supposes his friends might be around here somewhere too.
Though... kidnapped by people who had been kind enough to leave his sword for him in the trunk at the end of the bed he'd woken up in. A sword he hasn't seen in months. As well as his boomerang, bag... and clothes, thankfully.
Okay. Odd, for sure.
After a brief moment as he changes and works over his options, Sokka wanders toward the door, sword braced as though ready for any attack.]
Hello?
[A pause as he peeks his head around the doorway, frowning.]
Uh, kidnappers? Hello?
[He looks around for anyone about.]
'Kay, already weird.
[Floor nineteen | Second Library]
[The more Sokka explores the place, the more confused he becomes. Every floor he passes and peeps into seems stranger than the last. The library, however, is something he's more than glad to see. Finally. Maybe they'll be some answer as to what the hell's going on. He's soon looking curiously through the books available.]
[Floor fifteen | Workshop]
[Sokka had not been intending to stop on this floor, but once he catches sight of the tools available, he stops. Frowning, his hand brushes over the collar around his neck. He doesn't know what it's for, but he knows he doesn't want it. If his sister Katara were here, she might be able to bend the liquid inside out of the stupid thing. But it doesn't look like she is, so he'll have to work on his own here.
Alright, let's get this thing off.]
Library
"Hey- you bumped into me!"
He takes the hand offered though, looking a little apologetic, before bending to pick up the fallen books.
Re: Library
His tone is a little curt, but his actions are still rather benign. He runs a hand lazily through his snow white hair.
"But I guess it happens, eh?"
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His eyes travelled along the bookshelves, hand subconsciously running along the collar around his neck.
"You don't know if there are any around here, do you? I'll take anything."
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Accelerator doesn't want to elaborate any more on it, but he supposes if he doesn't, he'll get bombarded with questions anyway.
"This place is similar to my original home. My original home wouldn't put classified information in their fucking library. Fuckers were too smart for that."
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Sokka sighed, frowning. He knew of a place where someone had gone to the same sort of lengths in a library similar to this one.
"So. Does anyone know where we are? What nation?"
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