Who: Kim Possible and Sokka Where: Downtown, restaraunts. When: Friday Evening Warnings: None that I can think of. Summary: Kim and Sokka go hunting for the elusive Naco. Format: Prose ( The Hunt for the Naco )
Sokka showed up dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He regarded everything around him with a child-like fascination. Everything shined, or clanged, or otherwise amazed him.
Unlike Kim, there was nothing remotely familiar about this world at all. A few leaps in human civilization could throw a guy off. Maybe Japan, he could adapt to-- if he knew what it was. He strolled forwards, carefree. He had a sword on his back- a traditional Chinese hilt with a strange symbol on the hilt.
So that must be Kim. Hey, she was cute. They didn't have redheads back in the Four Nations, so he was understandably attracted to it. He smiled coolly. "That's my name."
He blinked, looking over his shoulder. "Oh, Space Sword? I got him from a master swordsman back in my own world. Made from a meteorite. Totally normal, run of the mill stuff."
"Nice to meet you in person," she offered her hand with a grin, giving him another look over. He looked to be in pretty decent shape. Not bad in the looks department either. Not bad at all.
"Totally awesome! Don't really... sword fight myself, but I'm sure I could learn."
Because she can do anything. Especially if it impresses certain kinds of people.
Certain kinds of awesome, good-looking people with space swords. Sokka shook her hand, "It's hard. My teacher didn't sugarcoat it. I could... give you some lessons, sometime."
"It sure came in handy for me. I even saved Toph's life with this sword. It's a real hassle finding a sword that fell from hundreds of feet off the side of a warship, lemme tell ya."
"He's the greatest. Been my best friend since we were kids!" She strolled alongside him, taking in the city, "No, he's not so good with a sword... but he does know Monkey Kung-Fu."
Unlike Kim, there was nothing remotely familiar about this world at all. A few leaps in human civilization could throw a guy off. Maybe Japan, he could adapt to-- if he knew what it was. He strolled forwards, carefree. He had a sword on his back- a traditional Chinese hilt with a strange symbol on the hilt.
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She paused as she drew closer, "...nice sword. Where'd you get it?"
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He blinked, looking over his shoulder. "Oh, Space Sword? I got him from a master swordsman back in my own world. Made from a meteorite. Totally normal, run of the mill stuff."
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"Totally awesome! Don't really... sword fight myself, but I'm sure I could learn."
Because she can do anything. Especially if it impresses certain kinds of people.
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She set her hands on her hips and grinned, "I'd appreciate that. Might come in handy, you know?"
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He smiles pleasantly. "Food is an excellent motivational tool."
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She chuckled in agreement, "Yeah. I think my friend Ron would agree with you."
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"So, is there like, Skunkbear kungfu? Catgator karate?"
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She started ticking off on her fingers, "There's Snake Style, Crane Style, Praying Mantis, Tiger, Dragon... Northern, Southern..."
She examined her nails modestly, "I know sixteen forms."
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"My form is... unique. Or so my teacher told me."
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She shifted her hands into her pockets. She really needed to earn some money and get a better wardrobe.
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