Sokka the 71st - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

[Today, Sokka starts out with some simple messages for the journal.]

I know this is pretty late, but... Luceti has a way of causing delays. I got a lot of orders two months ago and they're all finally finished. If you haven't already picked them up, then... well, you should do that. I think you'll be pleased. [ooc: if you want to assume they already picked this stuff up a while ago, that's fine too!]

So, now that it's nice and warm these days, how do people feel about... fishing? I just made my own fishing rod, so I'm thinking tomorrow morning? Fishing time. On the river, maybe. Or I could bring out one of the boats and head to the lake. Some company wouldn't hurt. As long as you're not the noisy kind. I uh, actually want to catch some fish.

20th

[For today, Sokka works his regular shift at the smithy. From morning until the afternoon, he's at the smithy. There's not much to do now that he's done, so he straightens things out, hangs out on the couch with an alchemy book in his face, or if he gets bored with that... he reaches for his fishing rod under the couch and does a few practice casts. If he thinks no one will catch him doing it. Winry wouldn't approve. 8|

In the afternoon, he'll be around House 56 in the front and back yard, with a can of dirt and pushing over rocks and stones looking for worms underneath. A good fisherman needs his bait, after all! And he wants to be ready for tomorrow!]

21st

[As soon as his sparring practice is over, Sokka sets himself up on the southernmost bridge in town. Sure, it's a little gloomy today, but still time to fish. He has a chair, he has a fishing line, he has a cold box to put fish in, and he has not shortage of snacks and drinks. About ten minutes into his fishing, he gets drenched. Watch as poor Sokka has to gather up his stuff and flee back home. Later when he has an umbrella, he dejectedly heads to the smithy to put in a few hours. And then a few more hours later at the library to do alchemy research. No fishing today. :(]

22nd

[After a rainy day and rainy night, Sokka wakes up to A BIG BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW. He'll try to rush through his morning training, that way he can head to the river west of his house and ready a canoe. With a clear sky above, he's going out to the lake for fishing. There's room enough for two, for anyone eager to join. Following that, he'll be out on the southern lake fishing, cooking fish on the shore for lunch, and enjoying a good solid day off. STRESS FREE.]

Comments

[markofthewise]

Haven't worked out how?

[herotypical]

...Zombies.

[markofthewise]

Zombies... I think I know that one. Living dead? Not like vampires, though. They... eat your heart?

[herotypical]

Brain. They eat your brain. Or maybe just all of you. The reports vary, depending on the movie.

[ of course, in her world? they didn't eat human flesh at all... ]

[markofthewise]

But... they're not a movie for him.

[herotypical]

Not even a little bit. Poor guy.

[markofthewise]

How bad could it be? I mean... zombies never sounded that bad. Creepy, yes. But effective? Not so much.

[herotypical]

...Bad enough to take out a pretty big, serious-business Earth city. From how he tells it, at least. Infectiony type things sometimes spread faster than they can be stopped.

[markofthewise]

[An earth city. A big one. That would be like... Ba Sing Se. Completely overrun. That's heavy.]

Don't they have to suck your blood to do that?

[herotypical]

Zombies -- in the traditionally Hollywood sense -- can get their propagation on with just a bite. Infected.

[markofthewise]

I thought that was werewolves.

[herotypical]

...Werewolves, too. It's similar only with more rotting flesh and fewer moon problems.

[markofthewise]

Werewolves have moon problems? [He'll never get this straight. He thought the moon problem was for something else.]

[herotypical]

...Full moon plus the one day on either side of it, they go wolfy.

[markofthewise]

And where do demons come in?

[herotypical]

Well.

[ buffy strips another bit of fish free with her fingers. chewing thoughtfully. ] They're...all demons, actually. Kinds of demons. Some worse than others.

[markofthewise]

What about werewolf vampires? [He makes a stab at the hybrid animals of his own world.]

1/2

[herotypical]

2/2

[herotypical]

...That's a terrifying thought. Yeesh.

[markofthewise]

It would be hard to find their hearts under all that fur.

[herotypical]

[ maybe it's all this living away from modern food practices but this fire-roasted fish is kinda delicious. ]

Huh. Decapitation might be best, then. But, hmm. Let's just say that -- normally? Killing a werewolf is a big no-no.

[markofthewise]

They just come back stronger?

[herotypical]

N-nah. They're, uhm, people. Outside of the three nights a month where they go wolf? They're just normal, probably-innocent people. Some of them don't even realize what they are.

[markofthewise]

[So that's how it is... Sokka picks out another fish and uses his knife to start to scaling it.]

Have you ever killed a werewolf?

[herotypical]

No.

[ her answer is quick. confident. ] But I've met people who do and I...try to do my best to stop them. They're the real monsters, in the end.