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Ruins of the salle, Monday morning

Sokka stared at the rubble. The school was gone, sure, but the dorms had still been standing. And the salle was attached to the dorms, so he hadn't thought...

With a strangled cry, he ran over to where the weapons locker had been and started tearing at the pile of rubble, without finding anything.

"NOOOOOO!" he cried. "BOOOOOOOOMERAAAAANG!!!!"

He dug frantically, and... then realized he was in the wrong place. He scrambled around looking again, and there was the weapons locker, a little battered but otherwise unharmed, sitting behind a large piece of roof.

He pulled it open, grabbed his boomerang, and clutched it to his chest, petting and kissing it.

"THERE you are! Don't SCARE me like that!!!"

[[OOC: State of the weapons locker okayed by the mods. YAY!
Post is open to anyone who wants to come nuggle their weppieons.]]

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Mel had also been rummaging through the rubble when he came across Sokka and his boomerang at what appeared to be a very personal moment.

"Um. Do you two need some time alone? I can come back."

"Yes, please," Sokka answered, matter-of-fact-ly. "She doesn't understand, does she?" he asked his boomerang. "No, she doesn't."

"Does it talk back?" Mel asked as pulled out her ~~axe~~ scythe and inspected it for damage.

Hey. It's Fandom. She wouldn't be that surprised.

"No," Sokka informed her, snuggling it close. "It's a BOOMERANG." He looked at her scythe. "Does your... red... thing... talk to you?"

"Um. No. Not really," Mel said trying not to snuggle her own weapon. (That would come later when they had alone time). "But it does feel like it belongs to me for some reason. It's a little weird."

"Maybe that reason is because it belongs to you?" Sokka asked.

"Well duh. I mean it just feels... Okay. Yeah it sounds stupid but there's a connection or something," Mel said looking at the scythe.

And then cuddled it as she shot Sokka a glare.

"Tell anyone I did this and I'm taking your spleen without permission."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Sokka replied, chuckling.

And cuddling his boomerang.

It's a good thing weapons don't have feelings, because otherwise his club would be TOTALLY jealous.

"Your Katara's brother, right?" Mel asked. "I don't know if we've officially met."

"No, we've met," Sokka said. "Or, you've glared at me, at least. Hi, I'm Sokka." He held out his hand -- ONE hand, and cuddled the boomerang with the other. "If I knew your name, I've forgotten it."

"The glaring I remember," Mel said taking Sokka's hand for handshake. "I frequently tease your sister about her impending nuptials with my roommate."

"Oh, you're Zack's roommate?" Sokka asked. "Or Lucas's?" And he raised an eyebrow at her. "You forgot to tell me your name."

"Zuko's roommate," she said with a little smirk. "I'm Mel Fray."

Zuko. Sokka clenched his fists when he heard the name. Which is, incidentally, not a good idea when you're holding something sharp.

"OW!"

Sokka sucked at the finger that was bleeding the most. "Pleased to meet you."

Mel winced a little. "Um. Sorry. Also nice to meet you. I take it your Zuko's least favorite fan as well?"

"Oh, no, I like that he's trying to kidnap my best friend, and that his father's responsible for my mom being killed, and that he's a raging jerk. It's great."

"Really? Because I thought I heard something about you playing with him when we were all wee and tiny."

Sokka GLARED at Mel. "And I'm sure you didn't do anything stupid that you regretted."

"I slayed evil monsters and had lots of naps," Mel declared.

She might be avoiding the fact that she had fun jumping on Zuko's bed.

"Slayed evil monsters and had lots of naps?" Sokka repeated, smirking. "That's what I do when I'm NOT a little kid."

"Well clearly you have some growing up to do," Mel teased. "In the meantime you can leave the monster slaying to us grown ups while you take your nap with your cute little boomerang."

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" Sokka shouted. "MEL CUDDLED HER WEAPON THING!!!"

And he took a step away from her, just in case she was serious about the spleen thing.

"You're a dead man," Mel threatened.

"Next time, don't mock a good nap," Sokka cautioned, trying to sound apologetic and deferential.

And he took another step or two away from her. Pissing off girls never ended well.

Mel's grip tightened on her ~~axe~~ scythe before realizing that killing your friend's brother might not be a bonding moment.

"I'm letting you off easy this time. Do it again? Spleen."

"Understood," Sokka said. "I'll be good. I like my spleen where it is."

Luke'd had similar thoughts. Giving Sokka a sheepish smile as he arrived, he lifted the chunk of roof off of the locker and tossed it aside using the Force, then reached into the locker find his lightsaber.

"It took weeks to make this thing," he said, petting it ~~not dirty omg~~.

Sokka's boomerang waved at the lightsaber -- okay, so Sokka waved his boomerang at Luke, but same thing, really.

And Sokka went back to petting his boomerang ~~dirty omg~~.

Luke blinked. That...had been a little disturbing, yeah.

Gwynn had also made her way to the weapons locker. She dug through things until she found her mother's bow unharmed. She let out a relieved sigh and then dug around for her sword.

"It's all there!" Sokka told her gleefully.

"Oh thank the king..."

"What king? Thank the ALIENS for not destroying the important things!"

Gwynn sighed in relief when she finally pulled out her sword. "Damn aliens."

Peter arrived to see the other students around the locker. "I hope that nothing was crushed since there's no wailing?" he asked, reaching quickly into the locker and breathing a sigh of relief as his fingers closed around Rhindon's hilt.

"Nope! It's allll safe!" Sokka replied, while cuddling his boomerang and cooing at it.

He grinned and pulled his sword out to cradle it in his arms. "This? Is why I don't like leaving him by himself."

"I know," Sokka replied sympathetically. "And I feel naked walking around without my boomerang. Even though I still wear the sheath."

Peter glanced at said sheath and nodded. "I don't think people would be too happy if my sword was in the locker unsheathed. But the naked? Definitely."

"Uh..." Sokka was suddenly concerned. "I just... Put my boomerang in there sharp side first, off to the side a bit. Do you think... Is that a problem?"

"Might get dulled," Peter said thoughtfully. "Or chipped. You wouldn't want that."

"Hasn't yet," Sokka confidently replied. "This is good steel."

"So's Rhindon," Peter said. He grinned. "My armsmasters were a bit strict about that. Doesn't help that the sword is special."

"Special how?" Sokka asked. Other than pretty.

Peter grinned and held the sword out for Sokka to see. "He was given to me by Father Christmas to help me protect my country."

"Father who?"

Yes, he comes from a world without Christmas.

Henry rushed into the remains of the Salle, and like everyone else, rushed to the locker, and found Daisuke. He took out the sword, and looked it over, closely checking for damage. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, happy to see that it wasn't harmed.

I want you to get to know him. You can talk to him, but I'll warn you, he's not going to talk back, not in any language you'll be able to understand for quite a while now. The best way to get to know a sword is just to spend time with it.

As Henry put the katana away, he thought about what Setsuna had said at his first lesson. He'd thought that it was an odd thought, then. But now he felt he understood better.

John finds his weapon locker. Cuz yeah, he had his own. Pricipal's son had it privileges.

And pulled out his sniper rifle in the case. *hug*
And pulled out his combat shotgun in the case. *hug*
And pulled out the Desert Eagle that El Mariachi gave him. *hug*

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