[The network feed clicks on accidentally, transmitting darkness and a quiet but insistent voice whispering conspiratorially.]

...proof, proof... They want proof and I can give them proof. I can give them proof and then they'll see... We can't be treated-- they can't make us go through i-if they have proof...

[After the sound of stirring, the scene ( Read more... )

[ Sokka has done his damage.]

[In a short amount of time, he has managed to burn several buildings within the walls of the city, to make some ripples in the life of dozens, not to mention his accomplice, Harry Potter. He has destroyed poetry, bricks, books, buildings, everything in his path. His intentions are nothing but bad and misguided, and for ( Read more... )

( Someone has succeeded where so many others have failed... )

[The concept of time is eluding Sokka. How long has it been since Fran forced him in fall to pieces? Five minutes? Fifty minutes? Five hours? He's got no idea, but it's nearly night now, and Sokka can't get the picture of Fran or those inky black figures out of his head long enough to crawl out of his safe place to go home.]

[Hunched down and ( Read more... )

[It probably hasn't escaped the attention of any familiar residents, that Sokka's already found himself feeling a little less useful than usual. Sure, he's pretty good at settling down amidst all the craziness, but that doesn't mean he's particularly comfortable with his level of usefulness. Or, in this case, uselessness.]

[He's been thinking a lot ( Read more... )

[What's this? Accidental audio, at first!]

--can't tell me I'm somewhere different from where I went to bed! That's-- that's crazy!

[And here comes the video, as Sokka digs through what belongings he has with him and uncovers the PCD he doesn't even know he has. He's confused, concerned, and obviously out of sorts.]There's gotta be something here ( Read more... )