Too Busy to Sleep, Dreaming's Gotta Wait

[angle_on_it]

Characters: angle_on_it and You!
When: Any time between Sunday, September 11, 2011 and Saturday, September 17, 2011
Where: Anywhere!
Rating: G - ?
Summary: Sokka has made many promises for meetings and talks and chit chats and projects and plans.

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[kyasdaughter]

Do you hear that, Sokka?

It's the sound of a girl's fist, knocking incessantly on your door in the middle of the afternoon.

[angle_on_it]

She was lucky to catch him in. Sokka had done his best to avoid the house, and by association memories of his last few moments there with Suki. Too bad every time he thought he'd gotten away from the place, he remembered something else he'd left behind (and felt he desperately needed.) Arms full of various pieces of mechanical doodads, Sokka only just managed to catch the doorknob and swing it open for his unexpected guest. "Oh, hey, Katara. What's up?"

[kyasdaughter]

She lifts both of her eyebrows at the armful of stuff, opening her mouth briefly but neglecting to actually comment on it. "Knives. I think you have some knives of mine?"

Her voice is gently clipped. Not that she could really villainize either one of them for the relationship ending, but she felt like it was her duty as a girl to side with Suki.

[angle_on_it]

Sokka looked a little surprised, but he hid it well. "Right, um." Turning slightly, he looked down at his armful of junk, then off into the house, and finally back to Katara. "Just a sec', I'll get them."

Aiming to get this done quickly, the young man dropped his collected junk right inside the doorway, scattering it a bit, but managing to keep it all in one general area. He left the door open in case Katara didn't want to linger outside, and disappeared off into the back of the house.

From a room off the kitchen, he called through the empty home. "Do you want some fish, too?" Because he didn't see a point in leaving it there and at least he could ensure he was still helping to provide for his neighbors, an obviously important thing to Sokka. While he couldn't remember his reasons behind making it his priority since arriving at Adstringenndum, he still felt the weight of importance it held over him.

Evented Sebastian. Wednesday during morning hours

[hisbutlerbound]

Much like Sokka, the demon always kept himself busy. Before the event, he was a demon butler, constantly preparing for his master's return to Adstringendum, but now that the particular life was gone, he knew nothing of butlering and nothing of that obligation. Far less polite as his former butler self but just as charming "Sebastian" was a free demon to do whatever he pleased. Inlcuding preying upon people he hadn't quite met yet. Even if he wasn't going to eat them right away, it was always fun to scout out new ones.

So when that knife is thrown and it accidentally nearly hits him in the head during his 'practice', he won't even falsely smile to hide the smirk, "Oh my. That could've hurt."

\o/

[angle_on_it]

Sokka had expected this morning to be peaceful, okay? He had left for his job at the forge with higher hopes than he'd had all week. At least, he did until he quite nearly found himself another job as a human pin cushion. At the sight of the close-passing knife, he had no immediate reaction. It wasn't until several seconds later that he realized all the implications of that passing moment.

He flailed his arms. "WHOA! Whoawhoawhoa, did you just throw a knife at me? In my direction? Was-- was that your blade?" He pressed a hand to his chest and Sokka could feel his heart racing.

[hisbutlerbound]

Nothing was ever peaceful with Sebastian around. The knife so close to Sokka, having not thrown it that hard, was a perfect excuse to approach him. This was one of his neighbors. It would be beneficial to learn more about those that lived around him.

He wasn't one to lie either, "Yes, I believe I did throw it in your direction." He'd lean down to pluck the rather sharp throwing knife from the ground.

[angle_on_it]

He took control of his breathing in an attempt to slow his heart a little, but Sokka looked stuck between angry and spooked. "Man, you gotta watch what you're doing! I mean if you're going to hunt or whatever, fine, but you can't just... throw knives at people!"

Another couple seconds, some panicked panting later and Sokka drops his hand from his chest and sighs out a long breath. After a moment to think, he looks at the other man and frowns a little. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out, but... knives. Death. All that."

[fn_rebel]

Jet sat on his porch and watched the sun go down in silence. He was starting to get a feel of what might be going on this week, and he didn't particularly like it, but it would be over soon, right? With memories that he apparently lost along the way. But even if they didn't, something told him he'd be ok. Things were almost...peaceful now.

But once the last bit of orange disperses from the sky, the Freedom Fighter got to his feet and stretched a little, going to unsheathe his swords but stopping. Something told him he'd have a lot to talk about with Sokka, but he couldn't begin to think of where they'd start. So, stuffing his hands in his pockets, he started to Sokka's house, hoping he wasn't too early.

[angle_on_it]

Sorry, Jet, the Water Tribesman you're searching for is in another castle. Sokka had been keeping his distance from Queen Anne's Row, so he's late arriving at the previously agreed destination. He snickered at Jet as he approached the steps. "Pretty sure there's no one home. Heard the guy that used to live there's a pretty shady guy, though," he observed, with a gesture toward the house. "Maybe if you try back another time, you might get someone."

He climbed two steps, waiting there with his back to Jet's house. The last thing he wanted was to do was upset Suki any more than he already had, and since he'd heard she'd just been staying next door, he just didn't feel like risking it. He nodded to the swords, "Nice." And then saw fit to hastily ask: "Wanna walk?" C'mon, pal, let's beat feet, he mentally urged.

[fn_rebel]

Hearing the voice behind? It made Jet jump. He didn't like the unexpected, but does his best to keep hidden the fact that Sokka caught him by surprise. Casually, he turned on his heel and started back down the steps he had just gone up two seconds ago. It was weird, knowing that house was so empty now, but there was nothing Jet could do but embrace the fact.

"Yeah. I heard he's full of surprises, too." Jet shrugged with a small smirk, playing along for amusement that wasn't really there. For as long as he could remember, Sokka had always been right there. Where was he even staying now?

"Thanks." Jet nodded at them before tucking them away, not sure he could even hit a target with them. And as much as he wanted to stay out of his business, having only an idea of what happened, both his brows went up at Sokka's eagerness. Maybe it was concern or just a general way of challenging him, but Jet didn't budge. "Where are we headed?"

[angle_on_it]

Sokka had already started on his way, expecting that Jet would walk along just like he had every other time Sokka had asked. A bit stunned by the question, he stopped and turned to look at his friend, mouth hanging a little agape. "We're-- I, uh, I just thought-- well, I thought we'd just walk. You know, patrol and stuff."

The young tribesman turned his attention to the steps, not interested in meeting the other man's eyes. He had an inkling Jet's reluctance was very heavily backed by his absence and he tried his best to not look too guilty. Not that it seemed to matter, because a second later, his conscience gets the best of him and he spit out a helpless questions long before Jet could even answer. "What? Are we going? What is it? Let's just-- let's just go, okay?" His eyes darted only briefly toward Jet's place before he finally connected eyes with the Freedom Fighter, expression practically begging for the okay to leave.

Perfectly fine!

[angle_on_it]

"Ooof!" Sokka was caught by surprise, having not expected to see anyone around. As soon as he steadied himself, he took stock of his limbs, then took stock of Rhyme's, noting she seemed to be all in one piece.

He dipped his head a bit. "Sorry, I didn't see you," he explained, holding up what was left of his apple. "I was pretty focused." He was on what could effectively be described as his lunch break (except he didn't have a real job or a boss to worry about) and just hadn't been paying attention. "Are you okay?"

[angle_on_it]

"Well, I'm glad I didn't knock you over," he admitted, eying the piece of paper the girl was holding. He thought he'd seen some words he recognized, but instead of assuming, he just decides instead to ask. "Were you heading somewhere in particular? Or were you just out for a stroll?"

Wednesday afternoon;

[population_ctrl]

It's odd, remembering absolutely everything from the past months and yet, knowing nothing about the two people who should be more familiar to him than any others here. What use do the Animus have of their past lives? Actually, all things considered, what use do they have of them?

Dangerous thoughts. He spots Sokka nearby and walks up to him, willing himself to focus. "Monsieur," he says, giving him a friendly smile.

[angle_on_it]

Sokka had enough dangerous thoughts of his own, though without his previous life to hold comparison to, most of them didn't hold enough weight to stay on the young man's mind for too long. What did he need a past for, though? He kept himself plenty busy in the present, as evidenced by the fact that he took on more than a few jobs and tasks and promises all in the interest of making life in Adstringendum better for one and all.

He smiled as Jean Louis approached, setting aside a small project he had been working on in the meantime. "Hey, I'm glad you made it," he replied amiably with a nod of his head. "How've you been?" Because Sokka's always one for the niceties, right?

[population_ctrl]

Jean Louis had never perceived Sokka as the type of person to be overly hung-up on politeness - friendly, yes, but not one to waste words on unnecessary pleasantries. However, truth be told, he hadn't spoken much with him the past months and things could have changed.

That, or the sudden lack of his past had been a blessing, rather than a curse. Which was all sorts of interesting.

"Well enough," he said, stopping a few feet away. Subconsciously, he placed one hand in his pocket, only just managing not to slouch as a consequence. "Busy, as I'm sure you've noticed."

[angle_on_it]

Sokka laughed. "Yeah, I definitely noticed. You've been putting in a lot of hours," he agreed, at once wondering how much longer it would have taken had he been charged with the same amount of work. Surely, everyone would have been expecting their results several months later.

"I've been doing the same," Sokka grinned, turning on his heel and seeking out something from amidst the mess. He returned to Jean Louis with a knife. It was hardly a masterpiece, and it didn't have a handle, but it was a start. "That's my sixth try -- it's a lot, I know -- but this one is definitely strong enough. I figure I can make about three a week by myself."