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realityshifted2008-10-08 05:09 pm
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001 - About Time
[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
[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