Sokka the 38th - [Action]

[markofthewise]

[Shortly after the draft meeting, Sokka has been hanging out inside, pouring over the recon information Albert had provided a month prior, and matching it up with what Caesar had gone over. He wasn't the designated leader of his team, not really. There was possibly more qualified people for that. Brook and Erza came to mind, for that. Still, he

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[i_speak_softly]

[As soon as he opens the door, Don knows what this is about.]

Raph told me. Come in.

[markofthewise]

[Oh good, Sokka got the friendly one. He gives a nod as he steps into the LAIR.]

Hey Don. [Quick glance around the place. Should he say anything? Nah, this is business.] I wanted to go over the plan. At least our part of it, anyway.

[i_speak_softly]

Yes. [He moves into the kitchen, clears the table of a rather bizarre collection of odds and ends, and gives Sokka his full attention.]

[markofthewise]

[Once the table is cleared off, Sokka will unfurl the map. It's the same one Albert put in the journals over a month ago, but Sokka has take the time to copy it and enlarge it by hand for easier reference.]

There's six teams of about ten going into this battle. We're in Team A. We should be arriving about here. [He points to a spot on the map, not too far away from the river.] We have no idea what it's going to be like when we first arrive. We could be ambushed immediately. But primarily, we want to get here. [He shifts his finger towards the river.] My sister's waterbending will give us a defensive advantage once we're there.

[He looks up at Donnie.] So you're going to need to be able to find us the safest route to get there and what to expect when we arrive.

[poppetry]

[ luckily, Xion is in. Though she's still tired out after the big battle yesterday, and she looks it. She blinks when she opens the door to find Sokka. ]

Hey...

[markofthewise]

Hey Xion. [He's doing his best to not get on her case about going after Sanji. It was reckless and... well, the sort of thing Sokka's done before.] You okay?

[poppetry]

[ yeah her arm is in a sling, sup. ]

Yeah, I'm okay. [ glances down at arm-in-sling, with a tilt of her head, before looking up at him. ] ... I think I figured out what my loss from my death is, though.

[markofthewise]

[He sort of noticed that. He's been there before. It's a good thing he's not holding that against Sanji. Mostly.]

Uh, you have? [Finding out in a fight is not a good place to determine a loss, he figures.] What is it?

[mikangirl]

[In light of their official door greeter being comatose, Nami will be the next best thing. Oh hey, she looks exhausted again. Therefore all must be right with the world. She's rather surprised to see him, though.]

Sokka? Hey.

[markofthewise]

[This time, Sokka is fairly well rested. Just distracted. Busy day after all and a certain argument hanging over his head still.]

Hey Nami. [His eyes curiously dart past her, seeing who else is around.] Can I come in?

[mikangirl]

Yeah, sure. [Stepping back to let him in. ...it's possible he's here to see Sanji, but given the timing-- oh hell, she won't assume.] Were you after anyone in particular?

[markofthewise]

[He steps inside. Wow, it's been a long time since he's been here. Wait, has he been here since they moved? Eh, he can't really recall.]

Brook, Usopp, and Chopper mostly. [He shrugs, as if it to indicate it's not a big rush. After all...] How's Sanji doing? [Sokka failed spectacularly at finding him.]

[chaincutter]

[If Sokka does stop by Chez Liberator, instead of his buddy he'll get the guarddog gargoyle man of the house. Bad luck, bro.]

[markofthewise]

[Bad luck, indeed! Why couldn't he get the tiny mom? Or the lying kid? Well uh, this is awkward.]

Uh. Hey. [So this is your place. Nice.]

[chaincutter]

[Because a gentleman doesn't leave ladies to answer the door in a village full of psychopaths, of course.]

You're looking for Edward. [Sky's not falling, buildings aren't burning. Can't be looking for him.]

[markofthewise]

[No need to beat around the bush, so Sokka simply nods.]

Yeah. I'll be done tomorrow, so there were some orders I wanted to tell him about. [Only not really that. It just seems manlier and less sentimental.]

[slaying]

[Similarly interested in the recon info, Buffy has also been hanging around. And in so doing she spots the young man she had been speaking to, before. The one who had commented on her status. Whatever that meant.

So, Sokka. A rather petite blonde greets you with an overly confident smile.] Ellohay, Okkasay.

[markofthewise]

[Good grief, she's tiny in real life! For a moment, he stares at her in confusion before- oh, right.]

Uffybay. Oodgay... otay... eesay... ouyay?

[slaying]

Y-yeah. Sorry about that. It kinda breaks down after a while. Pesky vowels. [She shrugs but seems otherwise unperturbed.]

How's the axe-gun coming? [Clearly, these are jokes.]

[markofthewise]

[Oh good, they can talk normally. In answer to her question, he holds up both of his hands.]

I haven't cut anything off. I'd say that's a good sign.