001 - About Time

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's about time Sokka found his way back on the plane after his stumbling in with Katara a few weeks back. The change of scenery doesn't throw him off as much this time since he's focused on something else.

[He's wearing a fire nation uniform and swinging around a rather unusual sword. The metal is a strange black and has a somewhat otherworldly quality to it. He moves with an above average amount of skill. He's by no means a master, but he's been training with one. After practicing the same movements for a while, the repetition starts to get to him and he begins to improvise on them a bit. His ability to add to the movements without breaking their fluidity is slightly more impressive than the movements themselves. He's thinking well on his feet.

[His improvisation goes too far all of a sudden and he loses his grip sending the black sword flying.]

My space sword!

[The sword hits the "ground" with quite a calamity a fair distance away. Sokka cringes and then hesitates for a minute.]

...I guess I have to go get it now.

[Much to his chagrin, he hoofs it over to where the sword landed.]

Boomerang: 1, Space Sword: 0

Comments

[contract_star]

[Watching, impressed, until the sword sails away. Then he starts chuckling.] Too bad swords don't come back, huh?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

...A minor setback.

[contract_star]

Will you be able to find it alright?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

[Swings it a bit]

Yeah, and it seems to have taken the fall pretty well. I guess it's used to plummeting to the ground.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm not sure but I think the point is to hold on to the sword.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

It's a concept I grasp!

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Obviously not that well, though, huh?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

I still have a club and a boomerang, y'know.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[:o] Looking for a practice partner?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

...I guess it couldn't hurt.

...If I do this right, of course.

You go by a name or do you just make anonymous challenges to random guys with weapons?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs] Practice never hurts.

I'm Isaac.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

Practice hurts plenty if you screw up. I don't know if you noticed, but these things are sharp.

I'm Sokka.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Trying to pick up the sword that almost beaned her a second ago. :| ]

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

I got it.

[Picks it up]

I didn't think anyone else was around. Sorry.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head.] That's all right.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

Didn't get hurt, did you?

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[...]

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

What?

[sifud.livejournal.com]

You just threw a sword.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Yikes. Watch where you're tossin' that thing. Nice moves, though.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

I was definitely watching it when I tossed it. I just... didn't plan on tossing it.

But thanks.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well, I don't use swords so I can't really tell you what you did wrong. Prefer to stay away from 'em, really.

[mercwamouth]

[This is a bad idea...]

[Don't do it...]

Yo.

[...And so the wankery commences]

[Gimme a break. It has to happen eventually. I promise I won't make it a habit.]

[Just... don't talk to me.]

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

...You have got to be the stupidest looking thing I have ever seen.

[mercwamouth]

Really? I thought red was a good color on me.