27th Teddy Bear [Action Anytime]

[asobouyo]

[Elicia was expecting to be in the middle of a scuffle between enemy winged soldiers. Not to be waking up half-drugged and in an old-fashion malnosso dress. She hadn't done this little dance in a few years now... What did that mean? Did they come back? Impossible, they were... Well, we'll figure this out as we go, Elicia. When she gets up, she

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[markofthewise]

[At the smithy, Sokka is busy inspecting a new weapon to see if it's ready for Leon to add some runes to it. When he hears someone enter, he doesn't turn to see who it is, but just speaks up to acknowledge their presence.]

Just a minute.

[yaburuyo]

Yeah, sure.

[... What are you doing over there. She limps a little closer, and does the ol' bird-poking-its-head-around maneuver. By the way, she's pretty tall. She aaaalmost made it to 6'0, fancy that. It's a father gene.]

...

[Actually, if she's in the Smithy and this guy is familiar... Could he be...?]

[markofthewise]

[Tall enough to make them the same height, then. At least for now! When he notices what she's doing, he finally turns around, looking vaguely annoyed at... whoever this is.]

... yes?

[yaburuyo]

Ah, nothing. Just wondering what you were working on, is all... Um. Are you Sokka?

[She already figures what the answer is, but still.]

I'm looking for a sword.

[markofthewise]

That's me, Sokka. [He would be concerned about how she knows him, but he does kind of run the place. She must have asked around.]

And we have a lot of swords around here. What are you looking for?

[yaburuyo]

It's... a katana, about this long. [I love you thiiiis muuuuch] The sheath is is black and has a lotta' knicks on it.

[Mainly because she used it a lot as a guard against other blades. Might as well make use of it if it's made of sturdy stuff, amirite. :|a]

[markofthewise]

... yeah, I know which one you're talking about. [The only New Feather sword to appear in weeks. And wouldn't you just know that when he looked at it, he found his own mark etched into the blade. So she's going to be getting some serious side eyeing now.]

Stay here, I'll go grab it.

[yaburuyo]

[Hrrrm, fine. She leans back against the wall, her leg making an unneeded rasp at the effort. Winry, you'd better be here. B|]

Alright...

[My god, he's so... not older. This is the twilight zone, as far as she's concerned.]

[markofthewise]

[He returns with the sword in hand, part of the blade exposed from the sheath. He does not hide his suspicion very well.]

This is a nice sword. Whoever made it must've been good. Real good.

[yaburuyo]

One of the best. It's been with me for a good five years now.

[/no1curr of your suspicion]

[markofthewise]

Five years? That's weird. I've only been making swords like that for two.

[yaburuyo]

Well, of course. You didn't make it. [yet.]

[markofthewise]

So someone just put my mark on it, then. That makes sense.

[yaburuyo]

Why does it have to be your mark? Maybe you and the other guy just had the same kind. You never know. [GEEZ, you ask too many questions.]

[markofthewise]

Please. Don't insult a craftsman. We can always recognize our own work. [So this can only mean one thing...]

So cough it up! Who's been copying my work!?

[yaburuyo]

[you'll never shut up, will you]

Who knows. It's a mystery.