driftfleet | 009 [Video]

Who: Sokka and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Deep in Savvy territory - in every sense of the word.
When: Today!

[If there's one thing that can be said about Sokka, is that when he decides to put his all into something, he really goes for it. He'd originally headed to Savvy to try and take his mind off Beverly. That there's still been no sign of her. Not even a whisper.

Turns out Savvy was really good for taking his mind off it. The Savvy people were his people. The weird tendency he has for thinking so far out of the box that he was in a different planet than the box is something that's cherished here. And Sokka really does love being appreciated.

He hasn't forsaken the usual Water Tribe Blue he wears, though he has accented his outfit with a green bandanna and belt. The people seem to forgive his spirit-esque faux-pas with his outfit for his endless offerings of actually-useful inventions and animal traps. He's grinning at the video from where he's sitting in one of the workshops. He's working on something that looks very explosive.

You can tell because it has "warning: explosive" stamped on the side of it.]

Guys, have you checked out the Savvy guys yet? Everyone here is amazing! I mean, aside from the green, and the lack of water, they would absolutely be Water Tribe people.

[He grins and waves a hand at the explodey thing.]

They even let me work in their workshops all the time! These people. [He lets out a fond sniffle] They're my people.

Also the best, so Spirit and and Moxxy can go suck on a penguinotter.

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[Awww yeah, delicious, wonderful tallbirds. Sokka glances around, keeping himself low, getting a lay of the land. Then, silently, he points at a bush a little closer to the animals, pointing at himself. Then, he motions at Wolfe and Drool, pointing a little ahead of the birds.

Cut them off at the pass, as it were. ]

[Wolfe nods and keeps low in the grass, doing an awkward crouched walk and holding his staff horizontally at his side so it doesn't scrape the ground. Drools crawls on his belly beside him, surprisingly silent for his size.

They circle around, Wolfe getting to a good vantage point, then waiting for Sokka's signal, frost starting to form around his fingers. If there's something he's good at when it comes to hunting, its penning in the prey.]

[Sokka carries on to his bush pile, wiating for Adalwolfe to get into position. Once he has, Sokka leaps out, spear in one hand, boomerang in the other, yelling loudly at the tallbirds and driving them towards the trap.

Any that try to race away from the line he's forcing them in get swiftly cut off by the boomerang. Ain't no denying that Water Tribe hunting sure is efficient when it needs to be. They'r headed your way, Adalwolfe, enjoy. ]

[Closer... closer...]

Now!

[At the command, Drools takes off like a shot to nip at the birds at the back of the pack while Adalwolfe spins his staff in a quick motion that ends with the empty dragon's mouth pointing towards the space in front of the herd. Magic spills from the weapon, coalescing into a swath of ice forming a wall roughly six feet tall and effectively blocking the birds' retreat. There's a sudden commotion as they all try to stop, two near the front going too fast to slow down in time and slamming into a sheer structure with a pair of dull thuds. The birds that still have their wits mill about in a squawking cluster, working out a way out of the trap. Of course, they have a boomerang and a snarling dog to contend with.]

[Sokka's pretty impressed with the magic- or as impressed as Sokka ever can be with magic, anyway. It's something he'd expect out of a waterbender, and as such, it's a style he's comfortable working with.

He flings his boomerang again, trying to push the birds forward, while using his spear to keep them from racing around him ad he closes in tighter. ]

[In the aftermath, they've taken out the majority of the flock. One or two slipped away, adolescents with some fluffy down that can still go on and start their own groups, but the rest lie dormant on the ground with snapped necks, both Drools and Adalwolfe making their way through to make sure the grisly work is finished. But grisly or no, a guy's gotta eat.]

We should have brought a cart for all these.

[Sokka looks down at them, pondering. ]

Yeah, you know, you'd think I would have learned about this the last time with the T-Rex.

I guess I can cobble together some branches. Though...you're communications, right? Can you beam us aboard your ship? Cargo and all? I don't really know how it works- and we haven't got a Comms guy on the Blue Fish.

Uh, does that beaming thing have anything to do with communications? It seems more like engineering. I could call up though...

[He fiddles with his communicator for a moment, connecting up to the First Breath's interface remotely and seeing if he can't figure out how to get them transported.

Apparently he can, which they would discover quite jarringly when they're suddenly beamed right aboard the aforementioned ship with all the dead birds laying around on the platform. Ser Drools loses his mind for a second, running around the room at full tilt and then stopping and barking in all four directions. For his part, Adalwolfe looks fairly queasy. He really hadn't meant to transport them right then.]

That... works...

[Every day is a learning day!

Sokka hasn't experienced a whole lot of beaming, and certainly hasn't for a while. Woooo, he forgot what a head rush it was. Still, they were on a ship and not in the middle of nowhere, and that was progress. ]

Hey, look at that, it does work! You know, I was only fifty fifty about that, but we're here and not dead so yay!

Right. Fifty-fifty.

[Urk. For a moment Wolfe is worried he may need to find a corner to lose his lunch in but the feeling soon passes.]

I'm just going to try and plan better next time. Bleh.

Like add in air sick bags? That might help.

Oh yes, very funny.

[Only not.]

Either way it's here now, at least. There's containers if you want to grab your share.

[Adalwolfe rubs his chin, recovering a bit better as time passes. Drools finally settles down and starts attempting to drag one of the birds off for his reward.]

We make a rather good team.

Great, thanks, I will.

[Honestly, Drools has earned it. Good dog. ]

You know, we do! We should do it again sometime. With sick bags next time.

[Yeah, he's never gonna let this one go. Never. This is the payment for his friendship. Mockery. ]

I don't think bindles would be enough for all this.

[He snorts in amusement, getting back up to help Sokka divvy up their kill, using the bladed end of his staff to sever limbs and necks, making things more easily movable.]

I hope the freezers on the ships can hold everything. Not all of this is going to keep otherwise.

[Sokka's glad to get to work, it's easy work- and it reminds him of home.]

If not, we got some drying racks, too. We can make jerky out of what's left.

[He is well prepared for meat. ]

Ooh, jerky!

[Sokka you are a man after his own heart.]

Do you ever put spices on it while its drying? I love when it gets that smokey peppery flavor.

[So much for feeling queasy. Now he's hungry.]

[Sokka's smile widens, oh, dear, dear Adalwolfe.]

You better believe it! Got to get some flavour in while we can, right?

Right, exactly. I wonder if we could, uh. Jerky-fy some of this before packing it up. I could really go for some of that right now...

Well, sure. I mean, it isn't instant, but I might have some actual jerky on board the Blue Fish if you've got a hankering.

Perfect. And we can set this up in the meantime and freeze the rest.

[What an excellent end to a hunt.]

Sounds like a great idea to me!

[And lo, they had the best food every and ate well for days. ]

009 [Video]

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gonna jump ahead a little

cool by me B)

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Wrap?

WRAP!