3rd Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel had some time to kill between classes and cheerleading practice.  She hadn't had much luck in tracking down information on the artifacts though she could sense them.  So she was here again making notes and wondering where to go from here.



[OOC: Open for anyone who wants to run into Witch!Lana.  NFB, please, except for who was here.]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel looked at him cooly. "I don't even know who that is, but clearly I'm the only one here."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged. "Oh, well."

He had been going upstairs, but... well, here was just as good, right? He sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel glared at him. "I'd prefer not to have that... thing on."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Sokka" -- he gestured at his chest -- "and you're rude. Pleased to meet you."

He turned the volume up.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel's eyes narrowed. "Impudent little nothing!" she hissed. "No one speaks to me like that."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at her. And blinked.

"Uhhh...."

He cocked an eyebrow.

"You don't by any chance happen to know Princess Azula, do you?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Turn that thing off now," Isobel commanded angrily, ignoring the comment about the princess, "Or suffer the consequences!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I think I already am," Sokka spat out dryly.

He looked her right in the eyes. And smiled. And, while he was holding her gaze, bumped the volume button on the remote up a few more notches.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel's eyes flashed dangerously and she pointed at him. "Then behave like the animal you truly are!" she commanded. "You will believe you are that animal for a span no less than 24 of your hours. And you will be unable to tell anyone of what has happened here ever! Pullus!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at her, dropped the remote, and clucked nervously.

The thought I should have known better than to pick a fight with a girl flashed across his mind, and then... well, nothing else did.

"Cluck. Buck. Buck-GAWK!"

He hopped up onto the top of the sofa, fluttering his arms, and started nervously preening his shirt and clucking softly to himself.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Now go!" she commanded. "Bother someone else. Ave!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka flapped his arms, jumped off the couch, and completely failed to fly.

"BRAAWWWWK!"

He jumped and fluttered a few more times, and then settled for running off, with his arms held out and his nose down close to the ground.

He stopped at the entrance to the stairwell and scratched at the floor with his foot for a while -- because even chickens have priorities, dammit -- and then ran off to look for someone to bother.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel laughed herself over to the remote control and turned off the noisy box. That would teach him to mess with his betters. Too bad she couldn't let him remember who had taught him the lesson.