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markofthewise) wrote2011-12-15 06:00 am
markofthewise) wrote2011-12-15 06:00 am
Sokka the 69th - [ Action / Voice ]
[Another draft without Sokka. Which meant he would probably be on the next one. Crazy as it was, this 'every other draft' pattern was becoming particularly noticeable. He was glad he wasn't going, though. But he worried about those that were. Which is why he's been spending extra time at the smithy the last few days, right up to the point of bringing the grinder out into the main entrance, along with plenty of other tools to get weapons back into shape. Anyone who needed their weapons sharpened or touched up wouldn't have to wait for long.
It's a fine distraction anyway. He had belatedly realized that as of a week ago, he had been trapped in Luceti for two years. Between Yue being gone and Toph kidnapped yet again (even if she did not remember previous times), he was doing his best to distract himself from getting bummed out. Which he'd always been pretty good at. Having an excuse to do all this work was really, really helpful towards that end.]
[It's the morning of the draft now and he's up early, heading to the smithy as early as six in the morning, for anyone with any last minute requests. There's not much he can offer besides sharper weapons and additional weapons (and the suggestion to stuck up on jerky), but it's the best he's got. When he has a moment to himself, he pops open the journal.]
So... this is the seventh draft since I've been here. It's kind of hard to believe it's been two years now. When I first showed up here, the worst we had to worry about was weird experiments and falling in love with people. Uh, but anyway, good luck to those of you going out there. Be sure to pack up plenty of extra food and water. A canteen and some jerky will go a long way. Oh, and I'm at the smithy if you something last minute. I can't make anything new, but I can get your sword sharpened if you need it.
... this snow is really starting to pile up. Maybe I should call it an early day.
[It's still dark outside that early in the morning, but he has. A feeling. It's windy and there's snow everywhere. If it picks up more, it might just become impossible to see outside. Once the draftees are gone, he figures he better stock up on (more) supplies. Even if he does already have tons of emergency food horded away back home.
Once the snow finally starts to heavily set in, he'll be marching through it LIKE A SOLDIER from the store back home, even through the middle of a blizzard. He could kick himself for getting caught in it. He's Water Tribe. He knows better. At least he'll eventually get back home in one piece.]
((ooc: This takes places in the hours before the draft starts, as well as during the blizzard. You can tag him the day before too. He'll be at the smithy doing the same thing.))
It's a fine distraction anyway. He had belatedly realized that as of a week ago, he had been trapped in Luceti for two years. Between Yue being gone and Toph kidnapped yet again (even if she did not remember previous times), he was doing his best to distract himself from getting bummed out. Which he'd always been pretty good at. Having an excuse to do all this work was really, really helpful towards that end.]
[It's the morning of the draft now and he's up early, heading to the smithy as early as six in the morning, for anyone with any last minute requests. There's not much he can offer besides sharper weapons and additional weapons (and the suggestion to stuck up on jerky), but it's the best he's got. When he has a moment to himself, he pops open the journal.]
So... this is the seventh draft since I've been here. It's kind of hard to believe it's been two years now. When I first showed up here, the worst we had to worry about was weird experiments and falling in love with people. Uh, but anyway, good luck to those of you going out there. Be sure to pack up plenty of extra food and water. A canteen and some jerky will go a long way. Oh, and I'm at the smithy if you something last minute. I can't make anything new, but I can get your sword sharpened if you need it.
... this snow is really starting to pile up. Maybe I should call it an early day.
[It's still dark outside that early in the morning, but he has. A feeling. It's windy and there's snow everywhere. If it picks up more, it might just become impossible to see outside. Once the draftees are gone, he figures he better stock up on (more) supplies. Even if he does already have tons of emergency food horded away back home.
Once the snow finally starts to heavily set in, he'll be marching through it LIKE A SOLDIER from the store back home, even through the middle of a blizzard. He could kick himself for getting caught in it. He's Water Tribe. He knows better. At least he'll eventually get back home in one piece.]
((ooc: This takes places in the hours before the draft starts, as well as during the blizzard. You can tag him the day before too. He'll be at the smithy doing the same thing.))
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[Sliding over to his selection of swords to find something a bit more appropriate for her.]
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[Here's a nice handy sword. It's no custom job. Not yet. But it's better made than her old one. More durable, a sharper edge, but also heavier. He hand it to her, hilt first.]
How's that?
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Well, let's see how you feel about that after blocking a few blows. Let's pack it up and go. [Heading to the door now, to that training stuff. HANDWAVE?]
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