01; (belated) intro of a citizen of the water tribe

[sokasm]

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.]

Comments

Workshop

[sokasm]

[This gets Sokka's attention. He frowns over at the woman, knife poised by the collar around his neck.]

What're you talking about? This'll get it off in no time!

[culbutiri]

Nothing will be getting it off, not even magic if you do be having that.

[She shrugged again] And if they do be taking it from you you will be dying, so you do be probably be wanting to be keeping it on.

[sokasm]

[Okay. The weird level went up again.]

Are you saying I'll die if I get this thing off?

[culbutiri]

I'm saying it do be impossible to be getting off, and if it did be coming off yes you would be dying.

[sokasm]

How does that work? It's just a collar.

[This makes no sense, but still, he doesn't make any move to try and remove it again.]

[culbutiri]

Because it do be containing our souls. Our bodies to be being fake.

[There are probably better ways to break this news, but she's not in the mood.]

[sokasm]

Fake?

[Sokka looks down at himself, raising a sceptic brow.]

That... that doesn't make any sense! A "soul" can't be put inside a collar.

[culbutiri]

Well apparently it can be. They do just be making our bodies and putting our souls in them through the collars. That do be the only bit of us that do be being real.

[sokasm]

What does that mean? I'm not real?

[This just gets weirder.]

[culbutiri]

Your soul do be. The rest of you do be being a copy.

[sokasm]

You know, you're not making a whole lot of sense.

[culbutiri]

That do be because you do no be listening properly.

[sokasm]

I'm listening! You just don't make sense! Where's my real body, if I'm copy?

[culbutiri]

I do be making perfect sense and I do no be knowing, on your dead world maybe. [She hadn't found her own body when she was there, but she had no other answer.]