markofthebrave | [ Action, Voice ] .023

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[ Action, Voice ] .023

[On her way back from slipping a fresh Thank You note underneath Allen Walker's door, Katara sees a shiny blue disk.

Ooooooo. Shiny.

She reaches out to touch it - and is whisked up and away! Her journal tumbles opened as she fights to control it, and she's soon laughing with pure joy. This is so fast! It's awesome!]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! [More laughter. Okay, phasing through things is kind of weird, so she's going to try to steer this manic thing out of the village and - oh no. Rock. ROCK! Why isn't it phasing!!

She tumbles out of the thing, head over heels into the river and starts laughing helplessly. She tries to get back to her feet and falls back in. The journal's landed open safely on the bank, and is recording her attempts to stand up straight.]

Oh man. [Splash.] Wow.

[Later, she throws up a small filter to Riku]

Hey - you doing OK?

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Oh. [She's... okay with this.] What did he do?

Oh. Well. He said there were pictures of you.

...say again?

Er. Well I saw Jet and he told me that those pictures were of you.

Edited 2010-07-21 18:51 (UTC)

[Sitting bolt upright because that was - unfortunately - plenty loud enough.]

WHAT?

It might not have been at all! [Wait, why is he defending Jet?]

[Because he knows that she is going to kill him.]

I am going to kill him! [Springing up now with the intent to track him down and do just that.]

[Oh crap. Sokka is up on his feet and following her.]

Wait! WAIT!

What? [Not waiting. Definitely still walking and snarling at you from over her shoulder.]

Edited 2010-07-21 19:04 (UTC)

[And he's following still.]

He was probably making it up, alright? He's always trying to get under my skin.

I don't care! Who does he think he is? Looking at pictures of me that someone drew doing who knows what and then trying to show them to my brother?

[And to think, she'd been trying to treat him like a friend. There you go again, Jet. This snaps whatever small and fragile amount of trust she was trying to place in you as a decent human being.]

He's a jerk, okay? But I took care of it. Maybe if he's smart, he learned his lesson. If he ever pulls something like that again, then you can freeze him to the bottom of the lake. [And the point... he's not worth your time, sis.]

[She pauses and crosses her arms, fiercely denying to herself how much this hurt.

'I've changed,' he said. Changed into what, exactly? Less of a terrorist but more of a jerk? Screw him.]

Fine. I won't go looking for him. But he'd better hope I don't see him again.

[Situation... mostly defused. Mostly.]

I say you just forget about him. Jet is always going to be... Jet.

[She'll just stand there, hoping she 'accidentally' bumps into him on the way back so she can kick his ass six ways from Sunday.]

Oh, believe me. I'm done with him.

[...unless, you know, she actually DOES seem him again sometime soon. Then she'll kill him. And really be done with him.]

He's had more than enough chances.

Edited 2010-07-21 19:46 (UTC)

[He nods at that. He regrets bring it up, though.]

So... hey. It rained chocolate on my head this morning. And it was hot, so it melted. So I was thinking that today would be good for hot fudge sundaes.

...

[Aww, Sokka.]

Yeah? Because of the chocolate on your head?

Hey, it was kind of tasty, okay?

But it was dripping off of your head! And falling from the sky! Who knows what they put in it!

[Thanks, Sokka.]

If they wanted to put something in stuff, they have a whole grocery store for that. It was fine.

[Anytime! Except on Tuesdays.]

Except for the part where it was on your head. [Walking towards the grocery store now.]

I only ate the parts on my forehead. I washed it out of my hair. [And he'll follow. Clearly he has succeeded.]

Because that makes it so much better.

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