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[notanoptimist]

There has only been one time in his life where Sokka turned a corner and found himself exactly where he shouldn't be. And, not that he knows this since he hasn't seen a calendar in all this time, that fateful day where he tripped on a root and ended up in an apocalyptic hellhole was only slightly more than a year ago. It was strange, but he was

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[ladybugcute]

There is someone else calling out, only this voice is sounding angry as well as confused.

"Hello, anyone?"

[notanoptimist]

At least someone else means the possibility of someone he knows. Even if he doesn't recognize the voice, Sokka knows there are plenty of people in the apartments he's seen before but never introduced himself to.

"Hello!" he calls toward the voice - but the club stays in his hand. Wandering around outside the wall was never a good idea, and if this person was one of Harth's...

"Where are you?"

[ladybugcute]

She's never heard that voice before in her life. And considering she'd been in a safehouse before...

Angela adjusts her grip on her gun and swallows.

"In front the wall with 'Eden'," She calls back. She hadn't moved.

[notanoptimist]

Which means Sokka just has to backtrack. And since the alleyway has been straight so far, he sees her long before they're within talking distance.

He makes no move to hide the heavy club in his hand, even as he waves with the free one.

"Where are we?"

She'll know, right? This is-- just a different part of the same world, a part where the clouds parted and the space beyond isn't dying.

[kissedabull]

Maniac has been hanging onto the desperate hope that this is some crazy dream. Unfortunately, the few days he's been here are slowly convincing him otherwise. And now another person...

He'd been running up from the other end of the street, and now he slows to a walk, watching the other man.

"You okay?"

[notanoptimist]

Looking up, Sokka finds-- someone he's never seen before in his life. Thus the drop of his shoulders in a disappointed sigh.

"Yeah, never been better," he says quietly, grumbled, and approaches just as slowly.

He does not, it should be noted, put the giant club away.

"Where is this?"

[kissedabull]

Maniac takes a small step away. Giant clubs are probably not an indicator of anything else.

Head down, voice soft, "I'm not sure."

[notanoptimist]

This doesn't help. Either Sokka is in an entirely new place... or this person is somewhere new and Sokka is just in a new place of an old world.

It's very important that he figure out which one is true.

...after he's finished scaring the locals.

Slowly, the club is pushed back into it's sling. After all, Sokka's got a knife in his belt and his hands weren't too bad either. He smiles, just a little, and not very much.

"I'm Sokka. Are there other people around?"

[notsellcookies]

"Aw shitThe words are unmistakably spoken in a tone that suggests the source of the words is not at all pleased with what he sees. The voice itself is rough and harsh, deep and belonging to exactly the kind of man it sounds like it aught to. Big, tall, grim and gritty, Marcus is not a pleasant sight, decked out in his Gear armor and holding the Lancer (his weapon of choice) in one hand at his side. The armor, covering all but his head, adds quite a bit of bulk and a decent amount of height to him, not to mention making the already-fearsome looking man all the more intimidating

[notanoptimist]

Well, he isn't smiling and waving if that's what Marcus is expecting.

Still, this is not the sort of man that Sokka isn't used to. It's just that, had he been closer to Jayne or Krauser or even Hellboy, he might be a little more scared, just for knowing what they're capable of.

In this case, Sokka whirls toward the source of the voice, plants his feet and, as soon as he sees the monstrous weapon, slides the club back into place-- and pulls something out that glints in the sparse light, something steel, sharp, and ragged on one end.

From the way he's standing and looking, Sokka seems to think even he looks intimidating right now.

"Where is this?"

[notsellcookies]

The kid does a good job; at least he doesn't look as green as Marcus thought at first (a club? Oh please.) even if he's still got his annoyances when it comes to young men like Sokka. For the moment, he says nothing, watches the boy and tries to make out whatever it is he's holding in his hand. But that doesn't last long; he hasn't got the patience now for guessing games.

"Eden."

As far as Marcus knows it is at least.

"And you can put away whatever ya got there. If I wanted to shoot you, I would have shot you five seconds ago and you'd be dead by now."

[notanoptimist]

"Funny thing about that - just because people don't shoot me doesn't mean I trust them."

...

"It helps, though."

He doesn't move from his stance, but Sokka does have an expression toward the answer - Eden? What the hell is Eden? - and its not a particularly happy one. "Put your gun away and I'll put mine away.

"...What's Eden?"