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THIS IS A DISCLAIMER. IT DISSES ANY CLAIMS I MAY HAVE ON AVATAR. [Disclaimer: Momo, you suck. You're not allowed to own Aang. Or any other character. They belong to Bryke. They're way cooler than you. Me: *whiney voice* Awww... Disclaimer... pleeeeaaaseeee? Disclaimer: HAAAAAEEEELLLL NAW MOMO YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE A WAFFLE Me: ? I've heard better comebacks from a turkey sandwich Audience: ... Disclaimer: Aw snap *walks away ashamedly* Me: YESHHHHH! *sprints off to go grab Aang while I still can* Disclaimer: *SMACK* Me: *falls over*]

...I don't own Avatar...

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"Katara, how are those clothes coming along?" Sokka shouted to the tent sitting about a hundred feet away. An annoyed grunt was the response. "Katara... that's not very ladylike..." Sokka said in his most annoying tone. A red pair of pants flew out of the flap of the tent and hit Sokka square in the face, knocking him over.

"Sokka, you're not even doing any work," Toph complained. "You need to start doing something."

"Like what?" he asked, pulling the article of clothing from his face.

"Like... building your character some more. You need to build more aspects and make Pierre Roca, your alias, a more rounded citizen of society. If everyone only knows you as one thing, they'll see that you're a one-dimensional person. They would get suspicious."

"Well, I already have the protective-father aspect down. What else do I need?"

"Hmm..." Toph thought for a moment. "Money-wise, how do you manage your family?"

"Well, obviously I make a lot of money," Sokka started, grinning and stroking his imaginary beard. "I'm the only source of income for the family; I'm the solid rock this establishment is built upon, I'm the only hope for our entire family, everyone relies on me for their LIFE!"

"And how do you spend?"

"I'm the opposite of... frugal?"

"So you spend a lot of money on stupid things..." Toph said slowly.

"YEAH!" Sokka said, pumping his fist in the air.

"You're the hope of the entire family... and you spend your money... on crap..."

"HELL YEAH!"

"Ok... now... socially... how does your character act?" Toph asked.

"I'm a very dominant man in my community! I start all the conversations, and if the conversation doesn't include me, then it's not a conversation! Well, it probably would be a conversation, but it wouldn't be a real one, like a good one, you know what I mean?" he rambled. "Everyone is jealous of me, but they show their fake smiles because they don't want to be my enemy. They want to be the leader of all, the strongest of them all, the iron fist of the family, the lion in the bedroom-"

"HOLY CRAP YOU'RE A LION IN THE BEDROOM? TELL ME ABOUT HOW YOU VIEW YOUR LOVE LIFE!" Katara shouted, flying out of the tent with Aang and landing beside Toph, all three of them adopting faces of blatant curiosity.

Immediately Sokka blushed as red as a tomato. "Uhhh... I need to go... sew some pants..."

"You'd better do a good job, Mr. Lion!" Katara shouted at his retreating back. He cowered even more, and ran as fast as he could towards the tent.

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"Dinnertime!" Aang called from the fire, tossing everyone a roasted apple.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Sokka whined in his "this-isn't-real-food-this-is-rabbit-food-and-isn't-meant-for-a-real-good-looking-and-muscular-guy-like-me" voice.

"Just eat it. Dominique made it especially for you," Katara said, smacking him over the head.

"Océane..." Sokka said warningly.

"Shut up, Papan. I don't care what you say, but I love Dominique more than anything," she said, wrapping Aang up with her arms and burying her lips into his neck, eliciting a gasp from him.

"HEY. I DON'T WANNA SEE THAT KIND OF STUFF HAPPENING IN FRONT OF ME-"

"I could care less," Toph said, marching in and kicking Sokka in the shins.

"Maman!" Katara piped up. "Papan is being meeeeeeaaaaannnnnn..."

"Mr. Lion," Toph said disapprovingly, "you know my daughter is free to do whatever she pleases." She smacked him over the head.

"But... but..." Sokka protested, covering his head, "Océane already hit meeeeee..."

"So?" she bit ferociously into her apple. "It's great, Dominique. Thanks." She flashed an almost-nonexistent smile, then turned her attention back to Sokka. "Pierre Lyon Roca, I know that you know that I know that you took some beef jerky from the food supply earlier..."

Sokka flashed a nervous smile. "HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! I was hungry!" He received another smack over the head.

"BAD. You know we're low on food!"

"Well, I'm going to work tomorrow and-" Sokka started.

"HELL NO. YOU KNOW WE'RE MOVING TO AUGUSTINE TOMORROW!" Toph shouted. "WE NEED ENOUGH FOOD FOR AT LEAST THREE DAYS!" Sokka sighed and shook his head. He lifted his eyes to the campfire and noticed that Aang and Katara were gone.

"OCEANE! DOMINIQUE! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TWO GO?"

Toph snorted while Sokka stormed over to the tent.

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Her fingers played with his luscious locks of hair, twirling them from side to side. She grinned when he turned his eyes to her.

"Azula, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, my love. Absolutely nothing. What are you doing?" Zhao turned his eyes back to the paper, picked up his quill, and finished the sentence. He then called for his messenger. A young man, no older than twenty, entered the room and then knelt on the floor.

"What do you desire, my lord?" the boy recited, keeping his eyes on the floor.

"Take this paper. Read it aloud to me so I may decide whether it sounds right or not," Zhao commanded, holding out the parchment. The messenger obeyed.

"As of this day, by decree of Zhao the Mighty, all trade routes passing through France are hereby eradicated. Citizens of France are banned from trading with any foreign countries, and if anyone is caught doing so, then they will be imprisoned," the messenger read.

"Ah, I found something I would like to change," Zhao said, holding out his hand for the paper. The messenger handed it to him. Zhao grabbed his pen, scratched out a word, and then wrote some more in. He handed it back to the messenger.

The messenger's eyes widened, focusing in on the last few words.

...if anyone is caught doing so, they will be killed on sight.

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Katara stood up on her toes, trying desperately to reach the top of the cave with her outstretched fingertips. However, her arms simply were not long enough to graze the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Aang asked, stepping into the cave, followed by Toph and then Sokka. Katara dropped her arms and then turned to face him.

"I was trying to see if we could hang something from the ceiling. I haven't slept in a hammock for the longest time, and the ground doesn't look to comfortable..."

"Just tough it out, Océane. You're a big girl, sleeping on the ground isn't going to hurt you!" Sokka said. Katara stuck her tongue out at him. Aang strode up to her and easily touched the ceiling with his fingers.

"I could hang a swing-blanket from the ceiling if you'd like. It isn't going to be the same as a hammock between two trees, but it should keep you a good ways away from the ground," Aang said thoughtfully. Katara smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks, my Dominique." Sokka's jaw dropped.

"OMYGOSHSTOPKISSINGINFRONTOFME!" he shouted. Toph punched him into the wall. "GAH!"

Toph knelt down and felt the ground with her hand. It was cold and solid rock. She fanned out all her fingers and 'high-fived' the rock, and immediately the consistency changed from stone to a soft, fluffy sandy-dirt.

"That'll be better to sleep on," she said to no one in particular. Everyone just stared at her in amazement.

Sokka pushed himself off the wall, dropped to his knees, and poked the dirt experimentally. "It's squishy." He pressed his hand down, pulled it away, and laughed at the hand print he made.

"HAHAHAHA!" he laughed, drawing all over the floor. He began punching the dirt and then laughing at the fist-marks he left everywhere. "It's like I'm beating up the floor!"

Toph's eyelids dropped in annoyance and she stomped on the floor. Immediately the ground changed back into hard rock. Sokka couldn't stop his flying fists in time, and he had delivered three or four punches to the ground before he realized that his hands were severely injured.

"OW OW OW OW OW!" he cried out. Katara ran over to him, pulling water out of her pouch to heal him, laughing the entire way.

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