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004 ♫ Body Swap: No Longer Musical

[The face on the video would be Sokka's.

The problem would be that he is sitting at a piano. This would not be a problem, if Sokka played the instrument. Unfortunately, he does not.

Everything comes out wrong. There is no power in the notes, and they barely form a song - plodding, plunking, and heavy. His face reflects the shock, something more to akin to horror. He tries many more chords, even simple arpeggios, to no avail.

Finally, disturbed, the hands that belong to the mind of Zoisite fall away from the instrument, and fall silent.]

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[Isn't this fortunate? Oh-so fortunate because, for once, Sokka has the upper hand. He actually knows the face he's ended up with, and therefore knows where to find his face.]

[Sokka brushes at his too-light, too-abundant hair, leading himself right up to a door he'd made a delivery to very recently. Ah, Agrabah... Sokka always has a good time in Agrabah.]

[He knocks, smiles, waits.]

[It takes awhile for Zoisite to make it to the door. He has to rouse himself to want to get up and do it. Finally, a face that might make Sokka want to do a double-take answers.

Zoisite does not seem to find this a strange occurrence; or at least if so, he isn't easily thrown-off by it. He makes the obvious guess, from what he's seen on the communicators lately.]

You are Sokka?

No, I think you're Sokka. [It's a sarcastic answer, yes, but what else would someone expect?] Good guess. Can I come in?

[He takes the sarcasm in stride, and steps aside to allow Sokka to enter.]

If you are seeking to return our bodies to normal, I am unable.

I'm not surprised -- seems like everyone's got the same problem. Thought I might come check in, y'know? Make sure you weren't using that devastatingly handsome body of mine for less-than-good intentions.

[And in he goes, taking a look around at Zoi's digs.]

[Zoisite only gives Sokka a raised eyebrow and a look.]

I do not think it is accustomed to such purposes.

[Wait, what does that mean?]

Look, never mind that. Is everything okay? You haven't cut off any of my fingers or anything like that, right?

[Because Sokka has noticed a biiiiig difference in exactly how much less clumsy he feels in this body.]

[He's not going to admit to the ways this body just doesn't respond the way his own should. The way each movement feels different, awkward. He isn't sure himself whether it's simple unfamiliarity or something about the body he's in.]

This body has not been harmed, and I will not harm it.

Since you're in it, I'm not worried. [You'd have to be a fool to injure yourself, right?]

[Sokka gestures to the piano.] Do you play that?

Yes. [The abbreviated reply comes from his certain knowledge that right now, he doesn't.]

Neat. I thought you were a singer. [Something about their last conversation had led Sokka to that conclusion. He gestures to the piano.] Do you mind if I...?

[If Zoisite had put together what was happening, he'd never say this.]

Go ahead if you wish.

[He supposes he can brace himself for what he assumes will be another fiasco.]

[Sokka sits, sliding down to the end of the bench. He gestures in case the other guy wants to sit.] Can you show me something? Maybe how to play a song?

[Turn the knife, Sokka.]

I cannot play.

[Sokka looks down at the piano and wonders for a second if he should try it.] You said you play. What's changed? [Oh, wait.] Us?

That is correct. This is from the transformation between our bodies.

And you've tried? [He touches a couple keys with his fingers and it feels so... so right. And it even sounds a little sweeter than he expected, for just choosing as randomly as he could.]

I have tried.

[Endlessly, constantly. In precise contrast to the enthusiasm of discovery, Zoisite is feeling the heaviness of loss. His music has defined him for centuries; without it, the world itself feels too silent, and stark.]

[Sokka plays a couple notes and it sounds so sweet, it's almost a song of it's own.]

If I can do it now, you must be a natural. It feels so... right. Did it always feel that way to you?

[His eyes follow each movement of Sokka's hands hungrily. But under his own clumsy fingers right now, the sound would be... offensive.]

Yes. All my life, that was the power within me.

[Huh. Sokka had felt like a natural with the boomerang, but it was nothing like this. No, this was different. The music flowed like water through him. Several more notes were plucked out before he decided himself too cruel for continuing in such a manner.]

It feels nice. You'll be glad when all this is back to normal, I'm sure. [He rests Zoi's hands on Zoi's lap, feeling bad to have borrow his talent even that long.]

[It isn't Sokka's fault; even Zoisite knows that.]

I am missing a part of myself. As well to cut off a limb.

Hey, it's not that bad. At least you can throw a boomerang if you put your mind to it!

[Sokka will try not to be too offended here. His limbs are perfectly fine, thank you very much!]

[It is a very strange feeling to be comforted by, as it were, 'himself'. But Sokka... Sokka will only understand what Zoisite misses when this ends and he no longer has it.]

A boomerang? You fight with that as your weapon?

Boomerang, sword, club... whatever I have, really.

You are proficient with several weapon types? [That just might get Sokka a bit of respect, for a man trained to be a warrior from his early days.]

More than proficient in some, actually.

I would like to see that. [... When the bodies are switched back, if they can. So far, he has not found a method; not for lack of trying.]

Sure, any time. Just let me know and I'll bring it along.

In return, I will also show you how I fight.

Uhh... sure, okay. I guess that would be kind of nice.

Then we are agreed. When this is returned to normal, we will train together.

Sounds like a plan.

[Not!Sokka stands and heads for the door.]

Thanks for letting me borrow your talent. Felt nice.

[Nice isn't what he'd call it on his end. He misses it to the point he could tear his hair out.]

We will speak when this is ended. Farewell.

Sokka?! ["Stitch" here knows Sokka has been switched, but nothing about this guy in Sokka's body. Hopefully he wasn't going to mistreat it...

He eyes Zoisite suspiciously.]

Who're you?

['Sokka' barely looks at the screen, really seeming to look at some point just outside the video range instead.]

I am one of the shitennou, Zoisite. This form is not my own.

[oookay. Creepy guy in Sokka's body, great.]

That's my friend's body, so you better take care of it.

[That might be the barest trace of a smile; or a smirk.]

As you take care of the body I see you in now.

That depends on if he takes care of mine first.

[Stupid blue little... ugh.]

Then you should understand perfectly.

You are unable to play?

['Sokka' shakes his head regretfully.]

There is no power in these notes; there is no music in these hands.

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