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Sokka the 69th - [ Action / Voice ]
Dec. 15th, 2011 06:00 am( Blah blah blah )
[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 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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