And now for something completely different
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resonance_and_dSo I've been working on this fic, with the premise that it was much more than 100 years between the time Aang was frozen and the time Katara and Sokka found him. So we have the same characters, and there's still bending, but the level of technology is at the level of present-day Earth.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
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Sokka spars with Suki
Date: 2010-01-15 06:53 am (UTC)“There's supposed to be a lot of magic in the world,” she told him as he tried to duck a fan-blade and ended up with an impromptu haircut. “It's gone now, but it'll come back. You have the Avatar, after all. It's only a matter of time before the spirits return. When they do, we'll be ready.”
“You guys know about the Avatar?” He swung at her clumsily with his club, and she sidestepped him easily.
“Our nation was founded by one of the previous Avatars.” She hit his arm with the flat of her fan, knocking his weapon from his grasp.
“Your nation? There aren't any nations any more. It's just the world.”
“Kyoshi island has always been its own land. In spirit if not in name.”
She knocked his feet out from under him, and with that warpaint on she looked fierce in a way he hadn't seen anyone look before. Like she was ready to go off to war and use those fans in an actual fight.
That was what a real warrior looked like.
He felt his face get hot.
“So- good fight,” he said, standing up. “I- it's lunch time. Do you want to go eat something? At a restaurant?”
She gave him a look. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
He opened his mouth. He closed it. He opened it again. “Yes?”
She raised an eyebrow, and he prepared to be shut down.
“Okay.”
Again with the mouth open, mouth closed. He was beginning to feel like a fish.
“Really?”
“But I get to kick your butt again once we're done eating.”
That sounded fun. Clearly he was losing his mind.
“And you're paying,” she added.