7 Chapter 7: The Hub Part 6

As Kel questioned her, she tapped the ground with her staff, causing the image of many shifting profiles to change again. 

This time, it showed various cast members from the Avatar: The Last Airbender world. Looking at the options that appeared, Kel was quick to point out one decision, "Remove all of the female cast members. I don't care what the advantages are, I'm not going without my dick."

Sylvia bowed in , "I'm really sorry." She apologized before tapping her staff twice, causing all images of the female cast to disappear, now leaving only the men with the exception of Aang.

Kel looked at the profiles below them, each with various pros and cons. He first looked at the profile of Sokka, and it stated, "Sokka, the self-proclaimed idea guy of the group. Sokka is as sharp as his boomerang when it comes to strategy but clueless when it comes to anything else. He is armed with a sword, a boomerang, and enough bravado to power a small town. Often overshadowed by the bending talents of his friends, Sokka compensates with sarcasm, comic relief, and the occasional brilliant plan that actually works. He's a lover of meat, jokes, and absurdly ambitious ideas."

Upon reading this profile, Kel couldn't help but nod, impressed, "Well, he's like me for real—a bit ugly, but I was no supermodel before coming here. All that matters is that my mom called me handsome; everyone else is delusional."

Sylvia looked at him oddly before suggesting, "Don Kel, I think it would be wise of you to read the other profiles."

Kel narrowed his eyes at Sylvia, "Wise? If wisdom was a cup size, you would be a sage. Since it's not, shut up."

"Alright, let's move on to Zuko, the poster child for teenage angst," Kel continued, with Sylvia now lowering her head in shame. 

"Zuko's emotional turmoil makes even the stormiest sea look like a calm pond. He's constantly torn between his honor, his scarred family relationships, and his surprisingly luscious hair. Despite being a brooding prince with a fiery temper, he eventually discovers that sulking isn't a great strategy for world domination. He oscillates between seeking vengeance and seeking inner peace, making him as unpredictable as a firework in a thunderstorm."

"Then we have Iroh, the wise, whimsical uncle who doubles as the show's Zen master. Iroh is a teapot full of surprises. Between brewing tea and dropping nuggets of wisdom, he's the guy you'd want on your side during a crisis or a tea party. While he's seen more battles than he has teabags, he'd much rather spend his time lounging around and contemplating the universe, leaving the heavy lifting to his hot-headed nephew."

'What kind of teabags I wonder,' Kel thought to himself.

His attention then turned to Jet. 'Jet,' Kel repeated, quickly remembering a a very forgettable male that appeared during the show for certain episodes.

With that in mind, he then turned back to the profile and read, "The rebel without a cause... or with a cause... or with a really misguided cause. Jet is the kind of guy who looks cool in every situation, except when he's being way too intense about everything. He's got a chip on his shoulder, a sword in each hand, and a questionable moral compass that points mostly towards chaos. His edgy persona and penchant for tree-surfing make him the original bad boy of the woods."

After reading through all the various profiles, Kel took a moment to properly think things through. But no matter what situation he thought about, the most viable option for entry seemed to be Sokka. 

Sokka was actually part of the group in which the reincarnator would be in, making perfect sense. If he began with a character outside the main cast only to later blend in, by that point, it would be too late to do anything. That is, of course, if things were to go the common route but Kel had no idea what the reincarnator was planning.

'Well, considering it's a guy, I won't put it past him for the ultimate goal to be pussy. In which case, Sokka is still better than the brooding prince, the old uncle and the edge lord.' Kel thought to himself before shaking his head, looking toward Sylvia to confirm, "I think Sokka is my best option. I just have to make it work somehow."

Kel was contemplating how hard his journey would be when Sylvia tapped her staff again, and the images vanished. This time, only a single profile appeared, that of Sokka. The only difference being this profile had editable variables, almost like that of a character creation screen within a videogame.

"What's this?" Kel questioned.

Sylvia replied, "The mistress will allow you to make some changes so that you are more comfortable with the body you shall take."

"In that case," Kel thought, first and foremost to edit one particular variable, "What's one more inch right?"

Sylvia went silent, confused by the question, unsure how to answer. 

However, at that moment, her staff glowed, and she immediately noted, "The mistress says, to hurry up"

Kel didn't change too much that he didn't look like Sokka at all. After spending quite some time doing so, he nodded in satisfaction at his work. "See, now this—this looks like a guy with a plan," he mused in satisfaction.

But as he finished doing this, a realization struck him as he looked at his own hands, "Wait, is this going to be my body from now on whenever I'm not in a world?" Once he was done, a true concern struck him again.

Sylvia's staff then glowed and a response came from her, "The mistress says that once you successfully carry out your duties in this world, you will be allowed to create your own new form, with the proportions and gender of your choosing."

This information couldn't help but surprise Kel, "Wow, cosmic identity changes go hard."