Unpopcorning Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

<small>((Unpopping approved by AtLA muns))</small>

Aang opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by large puffed corn kernels, a special treat he remembered indulging in occasionally during fire nation festivals with Kuzon when he was travelling. He had a flash panic; where was he? Katara, Sokka, Appa and Momo were no where in sight. He saw no fire nation insignias, which calmed him down slightly, but there still remained a sense of mystery to his whereabouts at the moment. What were these puffed kernels doing here? No one seemed to be eating them. He saw a piece of ethed metal mounted on the wall; a list of some sort. He wasn't sure he recognized any of the characters, which was even more unsettling. There were no icebergs around this time; he certainly hadn't been frozen.

But for some particular reason...he was rather wet. Aang looked over his clothes, which were a tone darker than their usual one. What exactly was he covered in? He sniffed the back of his right hand; it wasn't really anything he could recognize. His curiousity finally getting to him, Aang tenatively licked the back of his hand. The young airbender's eyebrows shot up with a realization that may have made or broken his potential capture and holding.

“I...I'm delicious!” He vocalized, eyebrows higher up on his forehead than ever before in surprise, and then set in determination. This mysterious deliciousness was certainly a conundrum, but it wasn't anything the Avatar couldn't solve!

<small>((Is there a tag for Aang? Mun couldn't find one.))</small>

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[boomerwangfire.livejournal.com]

Sokka walked down the hallway near where he'd woken up, whistling to himself. And he smelled it. That familiar buttery smell that he'd woken up to.

Maybe this was it. Maybe if he ran in that room right now, he would see whatever happened happening and he could figure out how he came to be here. Or else he could demand answers. Yeah.

Boomerang drawn in case whoever was unpopping was evil or angry or just punchy, he ran in at full tilt and skidded in grease, going flying across the room and landing on his face against a wall. "...ow."

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

"Ow." Aang turned his head to the familiar tenor of Sokka's voice. Relieved to see someone he knew, he rann to Sokka and enthusiastically threw his arms around the warrior's waist.

"Sokka!" He squeezed. "Sokka, I'm so glad to see you! What's going on, where are we? Have you seen Katara anywhere?"

[boomerwangfire.livejournal.com]

"Aang?!" Sokka wheezed out. The voice was familiar, and when he looked down the tattoo was familiar, if covered in that salty greasy butter stuff. So by process of elimination, Aang.

"What are you doing here? Do you remember getting here? Do you know if anyone else is coming with you? I'VE BEEN SO ALONE," he sobbed dramatically, squeezing Aang, and then remembered that he had some shred of dignity and stepped back, wiping his hands on his (greasy) tunic. "I mean. Ty Lee was here, but I haven't seen her in a really long time. Nobody else is. Also, this place is really weird."

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea how I got here, Sokka." Aang looked around the room again. "I don't even know where we are! And what was Ty Lee doing here? Where's everyone else?" He glanced at the plaque on the wall again. "And what exactly do you mean by weird? I mean, we've been to tons of weird places before."

[boomerwangfire.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Sokka said, looking a little crestfallen. Just a little. "Here is... it's some school for magic on some other world, I think. And not spirit magic or bending or anything--they do stuff like... use little sticks to make things happen." He reached back to scratch at his head, remembered that his hand was still gross from butter, and put it back down. "I'm not entirely convinced yet, but it's what they keep saying. And enough strange stuff goes on that there might be something to it."

He looked around, wondering if there was any chance of anybody else suddenly showing up here. "I don't know what Ty Lee was doing here. And she wasn't here here, in this room--she showed up somewhere else, where they asked her a lot of questions. A lot of people show up there."

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

Aang glanced at a piece of popped corn nearby. Little sticks? Strange 'stuff'? And Ty Lee, what was she doing here? Was there trouble in Kyoshi? Aang knew there was only one way to find out, and looked up at Sokka with intense, narrowed eyes.

"Show me."

[boomerwangfire.livejournal.com]

((Sorry this took so long!))

Sometimes, Sokka almost forgot that Aang was the Avatar. And then he did stuff like get really intense and serious and occasionally glowy and that kind of drove the point home. He never really got used to it.

"I, uh... can't?" He rubbed at the back of his head, completely forgetting about the butter. "I don't have one of the sticks--wands--and the rest... you kind of have to see it for yourself. I've seen it and I still don't know what to make of all of it sometimes."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Butter! Wishbone cried, running into the room and licking at the delicious butter. Hey, you have blue arrows all over you!

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

"Woah!" Aang turned to see himself being liked by a small dog. "Whatcha doin' here, little fella? And...what are you exactly?"

[woocha.livejournal.com]

I'm Wishbone! I'm a dog! I smelled the butter, so I came here. Welcome back to Hogwarts!

[iceberg-boy.livejournal.com]

"A dog?" Aang pondered for a moment. Well, if the Earth King had a pet bear, he supposed that someone could have a pet dog as well. But where were these animals coming from, anyway? And, what was Hogwarts?

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeah! I'm a student here, just like you! Wishbone sat down, wagging hsi tail.