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]

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.

[markofthewise]

[Well that's uber depressing, so...]

More fish?

[herotypical]

...Y-yeah. More fish'll be -- better. Even sans the lemon-dill sauce.

[markofthewise]

Well, I do have some hot sauce. And ketchup.

[He added hot sauce to his first one before grilling it (he's weird like that okay) and is about to do the same with this one.]

[herotypical]

...How hot are we talking, here?

[ she remembers the jerky! ]

[markofthewise]

Well... pretty much my usual kind of hot.

[Now that the fish is nice and scaled, he adds some hot sauce.]

[herotypical]

In that case? Ketchup me.

[markofthewise]

[He goes into his bag and fetches the bottle to hand over.]

Just don't tell anyone. It's not really... you know, rugged to go fishing with bottles of Malnosso-made sauce.

[herotypical]

If it's Heinz? No one will blame you.

[ IS IT? either way, she tucks the bottle by her feet and spits another fish on her roasting stick. ]

[markofthewise]

[It is, in fact, Heinz. He hands it over.]

I'm just saying, back in the Water Tribe? We didn't have much to add to our food. You wanted some more flavor for your meat? Try adding some more meat to it.

[Ready now, he sets the newest fish over the fire.]

[herotypical]

Well? There's nothing wrong with a bit of culinary adventurism. Even if the sauces are provided by people who are...probably evil.

[markofthewise]

Evil sauce does make it sound adventurous.

[herotypical]

...Mom used to make a homemade ketchup. Y'know, with hand-blended tomatoes. Very cool. I've never had the guts to try it though. But it'd at least be less evil.

[markofthewise]

It's mashed up tomatoes. How hard could it be?

[herotypical]

...The seasoning is the tough part. Balance, Sokka. It's tough to strike.

[markofthewise]

I thought the seasoning was just sugar.

[herotypical]

Maybe if you want boring homemade ketchup. Mom used to always put some basil in hers...

[markofthewise]

I don't even know what basil is.

[herotypical]

Seriously? It's, like -- it's the mother of all herbs.

[markofthewise]

Unless you can use it to make stuff explode, I'm not really a herb kind of guy.