The Roof; Sunday Evening.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal had never seen anything like this sky before in his life; he'd be damned if he didn't appreciate it. From the height of the dormitory's rooftop, the view was even better, and it also added a bit of consolation in the theory that, perhaps, if anything did erupt, he was at a bit of a high ground, even if he was pretty sure lava could manage to do quite a bit of damage to the base of a building. Maybe they were far away enough that it wouldn't matter, anyway.

But, God, it was gorgeous. It certainly did wonders to pull Cal out of the reverie that had been holding him back all day about his father. About how the last time he'd seen Milton was when they broke the news about Cal's...condition, how he'd never said a word to him after that, because he'd run away and, by the time he got back, his father had died. He'd called Tessie, but the ensuing conversation was short, awkward, and left him overly thoughtful. Sitting on the roof now with a cigarette between his lips as he took in the electricity in the air, though, he started to feel a little better.


[[ it's a roof; of course it's open =D ]]

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka walked out onto the roof and gasped at the view. It was even MORE gorgeous from up here. It was, perhaps, the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen (well, except for Mel naked) and it was poised to deal painful death to all in its path. The inherent irony, poetic as it was, touched his very soul and stirred complex, troubled emotions deep in his heart. Here was Nature, in all its power and glory, neither good nor bad but beautiful and deadly. He couldn't simply let the moment pass without giving voice to something, to some of the many emotions stirring deep inside.


"Uh... Please tell me I'm not the only one who's noticed the GIANT FRIGGING VOLCANO about to kill us all???"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Nope, sorry," Cal said dully, letting out a slow puff of cigarette smoke toward the incredible storm the near distance. "Only one."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you know what I meant." Sokka moved closer to the edge, took a deep breath, and sighed. "That... That's poetry right there. Real poetry. It doesn't matter how good of a poet you think you are, Nature's always that much better."

He sighed again.

"Just before it kills you."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You ask some people," Cal pointed out, "that's all just part of the poetry."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded slowly. He didn't know if Cal could see his nod or not. He wasn't looking at Cal. The spectacle in front of him was too awesome.

"Yeah, it is. The beauty and the deadly, and the irony, and stuff, and... Bah! Words! Words are but a pale, poor substitute for the poetry in front of us!"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal snorted a little with his grin. "Even the Muses themselves," he offered, "hold up their hands in surrender to the effortlessness of Nature's artistry."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah," Sokka agreed. "You said it."

There was a pause, and more admiring of the view.

"...What are Muses?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal's grin grew a little more. "Greek mythological figures; their sole purpose is to inspire one to create. I think Nature, especially now, is more inclined to inspire us more toward 'don't even bother,' but at least she's damn good at it."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Nature always inspires us to create. I mean, that's how we achieve beauty, isn't it? By copying Nature?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo managed a slight smile for Sokka. It had been a long time since they talked. "Good e'en. Have you heard from Mel?"

Some things were possibly more important than a giant frigging volcano.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Well, sure, if there was one thing that could distract Sokka from the deadly beauty in front of him, it was the deadly beauty he was no longer getting nookie from. "Not... Not in a while," he sighed. "There's a whole lot of vampires in the future, I guess."

[withoutverona]

Romeo made a face of disappointment. "I'm sure she's just busy killing them," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "She knew she might have a hard time keeping in touch, anyhow."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded. "Yeah, I know. And hey, time there might be passing at a different speed. Doesn't stop me from missing her." He sighed a long, loud, lovelorn sigh.

[withoutverona]

Romeo had sighed that sigh a thousand times at least; it was interesting to hear it from someone else.

He might owe Benvolio flowers.

"I would miss her too, were I you," he said. "But have faith, things will work out, somehow." If a volcano didn't burn them all to a crisp.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded. "Yeah, I hope so... But I've got another year of school and a king to slay before then. Think there'll be any lurks left for me?"

[withoutverona]

"You could ask her to save a few," Romeo suggested, puzzling over what Sokka had said. "And why are you going to kill a king?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Well... Not a king, exactly, more like a Fire Lord. And not me, my friend. Still. Bad guy wants to take over the world, good guys have to go stop him. Pretty cliché, really."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima wiggled her fingers at Sokka as she made her way on to the roof. "Nope, not just you. At least it's pretty?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shook an admonishing finger at her. "No, it's not. You gaze out at that spectacle, that gloriously deadly beauty, and call it merely 'pretty'!?!? Have you no poetry in your soul??"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Soul?" Dōjima looked around in mock-confusion. "Me? What soul? I think I sold it for an unlimited credit card around the time I turned ten."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka raised an eyebrow at her. He'd seen more than a few horror movies. "That's a joke, right? You're joking? ...'Cause, if you're not... That's really bad."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Joking, Sokka," she assured him with a wink. "I'm just not a very poetic girl, I guess. 'Pretty' is just the best single word adjective I could come up with. There's also 'completely fucking terrifying in a shiny way,' but that's a bit of a mouthful."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"It's more accurate, though," Sokka pointed out. "'Completely terrifying in a shiny way' does a pretty good job of describing that turmoily turmoil out there.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Turmoily turmoil works pretty good too," Dōjima answered, looking up at the sky. "I've never seen anything like this before, except in movies. I didn't think it was real."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded, and looked out at the volcano. "Oh, it's real, all right. You don't get much realer than that."

He soaked in the view a little longer, and then added, "You know, if we had someone whose room we wanted to break into, now would be a perfect time. It's a shame, really."