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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.]
2/2
Are they boobytrapped?
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... Not quite. But I am reasonably sure if you remove that collar, even if you are able, your soul would leave your body. You will just hurt yourself with these... so, please, forgive me for my panic, but I would... rather not see you be successful.
[ JUST SAYING? Link saw them actually grant a request of someone's to remove the collar and it was... horrific to watch. ]
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Leave-?
[Blink, blink.]
You mean my soul would end up in the spirit world?
[Sorry, you are not making a whole lot of sense otherwise, Link.]
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N-no, it will... cease to be anywhere. I think... I think I have experienced this, and if it was simply that...
[ This? This is a very Sad Look, Sokka. Please trust them. You don't want to go back to your desolate, destroyed home. ]
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[Well. Link does seem pretty sure.]
So, leave the collar alone? Okay.
[Sokka carefully puts down the rather dangerous knife back on the workbench and strokes his chin thoughtfully. But then he frowns, stilling, as something occurs to him.]
Wait, how could you have experienced it if it killed you?
[He moves forward to examine Link now, as though expecting them to be see through on closer inspection. He also might be staring at Link's ears a bit more than necessary. They're a bit odd to him.]
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I am not sure you want to know the answer to that.
[ MOVING ON. ]
... Still, I am sorry for the suddenness of this, but I could not let you possibly hurt yourself. The collars cannot be removed by force anyway--when I first arrived here a long time ago, I tried similarly and failed. I think you would have just cut yourself.