Nami (
namisan) wrote in
driftfleet2017-03-12 02:17 pm
Entry tags:
Urge to Kill... Rising...
Who: Nami
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport. Or the planet's surface, I guess.
When: Now
[So Nami had been intending to grow her hair out again, but recent events have proven it's gonna take a little more time. As of a week ago, her hair has been carved back to its short status for reasons she hasn't bothered sharing, and she's been in a terrible mood for the entire time. Which has much less to do with her hair and more to do with her two temple runs and the treasure (or not) that she found.
On the other hand, this sponsor delivery she's just found in the Bloodsport's cargo bay really just rounds off the feeling she's being picked on.]
...cute. At best, you're late.
[Sup, Flooters. This is Nami kicking a crate-sized box over, sending glittery, silky hair ties and ribbons and combs and assorted accessories bouncing across the floor, her voice that cheerful sickly sweet that will rise the hackles of anyone who's spent too much time in close proximity with her.]
Free to a good home! It's in the Bloodsport cargo bay, come and take it by all means. [Be warned, though, this pile of hair accessories are the kind you'd expect to find in a kiddie aisle that's been painted obnoxiously pink.] I'm not gonna be here. I hope they're all gone by the time I come back.
On that note, I'm going up to the surface. I doubt anyone else is heading up that way, but I'm going up to test some stuff and that'll make the area hazardous to suddenly turn up in, so. Fair warning, just avoid the area around these coordinates. [Coordinates given. It's a freaking planet of water, there's plenty of surface area, but her luck is inconvenient at best so let's avoid anyone haplessly surfacing in the middle of a lightning field, yeah?]
I hope everyone else is having a better week.
[Now excuse her, she's off to vent her frustration with a waver and a glorified storm stick.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport. Or the planet's surface, I guess.
When: Now
[So Nami had been intending to grow her hair out again, but recent events have proven it's gonna take a little more time. As of a week ago, her hair has been carved back to its short status for reasons she hasn't bothered sharing, and she's been in a terrible mood for the entire time. Which has much less to do with her hair and more to do with her two temple runs and the treasure (or not) that she found.
On the other hand, this sponsor delivery she's just found in the Bloodsport's cargo bay really just rounds off the feeling she's being picked on.]
...cute. At best, you're late.
[Sup, Flooters. This is Nami kicking a crate-sized box over, sending glittery, silky hair ties and ribbons and combs and assorted accessories bouncing across the floor, her voice that cheerful sickly sweet that will rise the hackles of anyone who's spent too much time in close proximity with her.]
Free to a good home! It's in the Bloodsport cargo bay, come and take it by all means. [Be warned, though, this pile of hair accessories are the kind you'd expect to find in a kiddie aisle that's been painted obnoxiously pink.] I'm not gonna be here. I hope they're all gone by the time I come back.
On that note, I'm going up to the surface. I doubt anyone else is heading up that way, but I'm going up to test some stuff and that'll make the area hazardous to suddenly turn up in, so. Fair warning, just avoid the area around these coordinates. [Coordinates given. It's a freaking planet of water, there's plenty of surface area, but her luck is inconvenient at best so let's avoid anyone haplessly surfacing in the middle of a lightning field, yeah?]
I hope everyone else is having a better week.
[Now excuse her, she's off to vent her frustration with a waver and a glorified storm stick.]

Video;
See you up there, then! I won't start until you make an appearance. [Wavewave.]
Video > Action
I'll be there soon!
[And as promised, it's noy long before a shuttle breaks the surface of the water and Sokka hops out excitedly. ]
Hey, Nami.
Action
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Great! I got to admit, I'm really interested in seeing what it can do.
Action
[She snaps all the pieces together to make a staff slightly taller than she is.]
I'm guessing you've never seen weather technology?
Action
[He folds his arms, standing back, looking at it, impressed. ]
I absolute have not.
Action
I got the heat and cool sections back a while ago, but I can only do limited things without all three pieces. I can make it rain on a small scale, but I can't make it storm. Which is what I'm gonna test here. [She glances out to mark Sokka's shuttle place. It can probably survive being struck with lightning, but just in case. Then she flips the staff once to hold it in both hands, sweeping it sideways!
...to...
...apparently spit a whole bunch of bubbles from the tip. Very impressive.]
Action
Oooooh, that's pretty impressive. Think what you could do with a storm in your hands!
[I would be like watching benders work together, that's always...pretty intense.
...Except that? The bubbles? So not intense. At all. Sokka leans in with a stage whisper.]
Is it doing it yet?
Action
...no.
[She swears if the Atroma have turned this weapon into a giant bubble maker-- DOING IT AGAIN. For more bubbles. It's not the bubble factor, it's the fact that the bubbles aren't doing anyth--
fzzkt.]
Ah. There we are!
[NO THEY STILL LOOK LIKE BUBBLES.
...only the tiniest little dark masses can be seen coming to life within. And a few seconds later, they start sparking with electricity.]
[Like so!]
Action
[And then they start to darken and spark, and Sokka' scientific mind races, trying to understand what the hell is happening there- what process he can put a name to, to explain their actions.]
...Anything. It's like a little storm cloud inside it.
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[It's getting dark overhead. Cue rumbles of ominous thunder?]
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Thank what it could mean. If we got to another planet that got teraformed real bad, we could do something. Give them rain, give them a chance for life again.
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[She breaks off at a flash of lightning just to double-check it's a safe distance, and frowns, ducking down.] Shield your eyes.
[Because it's about to get really bright and really loud. Multiple lightning strikes a second after a huge crash of thunder from overhead. We're safe, it's just not great on the senses.]
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[Jerks. He laughs, raising a hand up to do just that, squinting at the lightning. ]
Seriously, I need to repeat it: so. cool.
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[SHE IS PLEASED.]
Is there anything else you want to see?
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[He's like a kid at Christmas, honestly. He BEAMS.]
Does it do more?
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Pick a weather effect! Any weather effect!
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[Because of course he's going to pick snow. Water Tribe and all that.]
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Watch closely!
[She swings the staff up to launch something small and egg-shaped up into the sky.
...which then cracks and explodes outwards into roiling dark snow clouds up above. She can't exactly cover the whole sky or anything spectacular, but there's a good football field's worth of cloud cover now scattering snow over their heads.]
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Wow, this is me, officially impressed.
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Guess it doesn't really matter so much.
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I don't think there's anything wrong with it, anyway. Not that shaking loose the cobwebs a little couldn't help. So you really like snow, huh?
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[He smiles, nodding.]
I come from the South Pole. I was born and raised in the snow.
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[South Pole, huh? Even with her world's view of weird-ass geography, she knows how extremely cold that would be. She peers at him with interest.] Is it hard getting used to all these warmer climates?
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