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[fourteen]

[ Today, you are having a perfectly normal day. Perhaps you are on your way to the battle dome. Perhaps you're walking home along the path. Perhaps you're in the middle of town. Or perhaps you're heading further north.

If you're anywhere along this meandering south-to-north route, a young girl is going to slam into you at a full tilt. She's very sorry; she didn't see you there. But she's got this sense of absolute panic she can't quite shake, and she wants to get home right this moment.

In her disorientation, she has, of course, forgotten she can access magical portals of darkness. Forgive her; after all, she spent rather a long time here without them! And who wants to be messing about with the forces of darkness when they are too panicked to think straight?

Anyway, she may slam into you so hard that you both fall over. Or maybe she'll just knock you off balance. Either way, there is now a very startled, dazed, and still somewhat panicked teenager staring at you with wide eyes. She's barefoot, and her dress is dirty, but she seems otherwise alright. What will you do? ]

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[markofthewise]

[... that's probably the first time he's ever actually seen her this happy. Yet he just gives her a bland look in return.]

Hmm... not bad. That was pretty convincing.

[fourteen]

[ She laughs, the exuberance of her disposition fading to be replaced with something a little more normal. ] That'd be really hard to keep up for long, though. And I'd run out of ideas pretty quick. Maybe I could try to be positive about, um... [ Looks down at herself again, then takes hold of the hem of her dress and spreads it out before releasing it. ] ... how dirty my dress is. [ A crooked smile. ]

[markofthewise]

[That's a bit more of what he usually expects. A small smirk forms as he considers the possibilities.]

That would be a little more impressive, considering. [He's already got ideas, plenty. He just could not possibly act them out in any way convincingly.]

[fourteen]

... I don't know how to do this at all! [ She cracks up laughing, a little helplessly. ] I ... maybe I could pretend I like my dress better when it's dirty? It's ... um, it's so pretty this way! [ She giggles. ]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka just shakes his head. GOSH Xion, so unimaginative.]

No, see, if it was me? I would have gone, "Oh well I'd been needing to get a new outfit anyway, I never liked this one."

[fourteen]

[ ... and now she is imagining Sokka in her dress. Oh, god, no, that is absolutely awful. She laughs even harder, her hands now folded over her aching stomach. ]

S-Somehow, Sokka, if it were you, and you were wearing a dirty dress? I think you'd have other things to worry about!

[markofthewise]

[... what. No! That isn't what he was going for!]

I was putting myself in your shoes! Well... I guess you don't have shoes. Anyway, I'm not planning to wear a dress!

[fourteen]

[ Lols. For. Years. And years and years. SORRY SOKKA. Don't you think you'd make the prettiest princess?! ]

Are you sure? I think you'd look nice! [ /TROLL. ]

[markofthewise]

[You know, maybe he liked her better when she was miserable.]

No, pretty sure I wouldn't. Thanks.