[These are the kinds of thing Sokka misses when he's an early riser and the first one out of the house. But later when checking his journal and hearing that familiar song, from a familiar voice... He ended up sitting in stunned silence for several minutes. In the end, he decided not to reply to it. He just marked the page in his journal and closed it, just so he wouldn't end up replaying it again. Besides, he knows who it is. There's no doubt in his mind. It's not his mother. But really, that just makes things worse
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[At least Sokka turning into Hakoda had given Katara warning that this was a possibility. All the same, when she'd stepped out of her evening shower in her mother's body, all her careful rationalizations and plans were destroyed the instant she caught sight of her mother's face. Crying out 'Mom!' and rushing towards the mirror, only to realize once again what she was seeing was impossible had left her a sobbing wreck on the floor.
And in the morning, nothing had changed. She'd meant to just stay in her room forever, meant to let this pass as quietly and quickly as possible - but the temptation of hearing her mom sing again - and not in the horrible way she had been when Luceti had been plagued with echoes - had been too much. She'd left her journal in her room and went out wandering shortly after she'd recovered and now... it just figured. It was still a jolt to see Sokka as their dad... she could only imagine what it must be like for him.]
[In a way, he'd been glad the inner turmoil of turning into his dad had been interrupted by being overshadowed by the embarrassment of the situation and the immediate distractions of Winry/Fenimore (in whatever timeline). It hadn't really sunk in until later and even when it did, he just... accepted it. It was a cruel joke and no, he didn't laugh. Life in Luceti went on. At least it was kind of like their dad was around. It was the thinking back to those two years with their dad gone where that small doubt would always creep up that maybe Hakoda wouldn't ever come home that really bothered him. Only now it was Sokka's constant doubt that he'd ever get home again.
... but seeing his mother like this would be a lot easier if it hadn't been for Luceti. He'd lost her twice now.]
[Katara's hands flex on the bridge's railings, the gloves hiding the fact that her knuckles will have turned white. She still doesn't look at him, choosing to stare out into the river instead.]
It can't go on much longer. Most experiments only last a week. And even if it goes on for another one... one more week isn't so bad. We can do this.
[Action at the bridge]no_use_worryingJanuary 30 2011, 20:54:10 UTC
[She thinks she knows that person, even in the new form - between the unique features of the water tribe, those wings, and Sokka's change earlier suggesting Katara might have changed into someone they knew, too. But she can't be sure.]
Excuse me. Could you by chance be Katara?
[The girl asking this is a rather ordinary Japanese teenage girl with an amusing hairstyle - right now.]
[ It's been one of those stranger days in Luceti; just when Chouji had more or less resigned himself to up to another week of hopping around the apartment being barbecue-flavored, he gained a good six feet or so of height and a very familiar face (plus he managed to pull the doorknob off on his way out, which was really fantastic).
At least he's done all right not thinking of what was happening the last time he saw his dad. Katara's not looking like exactly herself, but her mother's face is similar to her own; with that and the wing color for pings, he'll risk stopping on the bridge to join her, offering a faint smile. ]
[ action ] amotherlostJanuary 31 2011, 02:00:26 UTC
[When someone tall and vaguely familiar stops to smile at her, Katara glances up and meets his gaze. Well, she did come out because the silence was too much, after all.]
[Ace sees the woman, getting a vibe from that loud silence. He's just settled on the railing nearby in a crouch to go fishing. He chooses not to bother her. It's none of his business.]
[Right, you don't bother her and she won't bother you can they can share this bridge in peace and mutual quiet in order to keep the silence from becoming too loud.
...you do look a bit familiar, though. She'll be chancing some glances at you after a time.]
[He notices the glances and will catch her in one of them to smile faintly and wave. Ah, but then from under the icy water a fish is caught. He reels it in and tries to unhook it, but the thing is being extra wriggly. So, he fries it with a brief plume of fire from his hand to cook it then and there.]
1) Oh hey, a wave, maybe I should-- 1) OK, that is fire 1.5) Fire bad 1) Oh that poor fish, that is a lousy way to go 1) ...there is just no way that is going to taste good. At all.
And so with these thoughts running simultaneously through her head, Katara wrinkles her nose]
You could have just dropped it on the bridge and clubbed it - that's probably spoiled the meat.
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And in the morning, nothing had changed. She'd meant to just stay in her room forever, meant to let this pass as quietly and quickly as possible - but the temptation of hearing her mom sing again - and not in the horrible way she had been when Luceti had been plagued with echoes - had been too much. She'd left her journal in her room and went out wandering shortly after she'd recovered and now... it just figured. It was still a jolt to see Sokka as their dad... she could only imagine what it must be like for him.]
...sorry. I should have found a way to warn you.
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... but seeing his mother like this would be a lot easier if it hadn't been for Luceti. He'd lost her twice now.]
I didn't exactly warn you either.
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It can't go on much longer. Most experiments only last a week. And even if it goes on for another one... one more week isn't so bad. We can do this.
[...right?]
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Excuse me. Could you by chance be Katara?
[The girl asking this is a rather ordinary Japanese teenage girl with an amusing hairstyle - right now.]
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I'm Katara. Who are you?
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At least he's done all right not thinking of what was happening the last time he saw his dad. Katara's not looking like exactly herself, but her mother's face is similar to her own; with that and the wing color for pings, he'll risk stopping on the bridge to join her, offering a faint smile. ]
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Hello.
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Weird, but good.
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It's Chouji, right?
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You smell like Katara.
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...and you sound a little like San.
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[Being a wolf on all four feet, that is.]
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...you do look a bit familiar, though. She'll be chancing some glances at you after a time.]
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1) Oh hey, a wave, maybe I should--
1) OK, that is fire
1.5) Fire bad
1) Oh that poor fish, that is a lousy way to go
1) ...there is just no way that is going to taste good. At all.
And so with these thoughts running simultaneously through her head, Katara wrinkles her nose]
You could have just dropped it on the bridge and clubbed it - that's probably spoiled the meat.
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