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towerofanimus2013-05-08 10:45 pm
sokasm) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-08 10:45 pm
Entry tags:
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.]
no subject
It's not a question of you hurting yourself. It's that removing the collar will literally kill you.
[He points to his own, blue in color and hanging around his neck just like Sokka's.]
We're stuck with them. I've been here for year and I've seen them removed. You die from the blood and liquid loss.
no subject
[Sokka drops the knife and runs his fingers over his own orange collar, not for the first time that day.]
How does that even work?