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driftfleet2017-03-12 02:17 pm
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.]
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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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[That gets a chuckle out of him. He's looking forward to going back there, in all honesty. ]
I got used to it, even if I didn't count my time here, it's been about three years since I was last home. I sure do miss it, though.
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What about you? Just travelling for the heck of it, or...?
[The snow's starting to thin out.]
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[He clears his throat nervously, just...breeze past it.]
We were fighting in a war, at first. Then we were helping rebuild after we won. I was planning on going back not long before my first time back home- while I was here. So I guess more...my memories being updated? I don't really understand how it works when our bodies don't move.
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[A war, huh? He seems awful young to get involved in a war. But life is shitty like that.]
What was the war about?
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[He exhales, looking up at the fading snow. ]
One of the nations of my world decided instead of sharing it, they wanted to have all of it. The war went on for a hundred years- then when I was sixteen, me and my sister found the one person who could stop it. And so. Off to war we went.
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We gained other friends in our travels around the world. And when the final battle came, we had an army. But for the most part, it was our little gang.
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I'm gathering things ended well enough. At least, I hope they did. [Going by Sokka's easygoing responses, anyway.]
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Yeah! Well...we won the war, anyway. We're still rebuilding after it, and there are still skirmishes and problems as people settle into a new war-less world. Some people miss it how it was, others want the freedom they were denied for so long. It's messy, but there's light at the end of the tunnel now, at least.
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A hundred, there's gotta be so much to do before everyone feels like there's solid ground beneath them again. I don't envy you.
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[He says until he goes home and learns his tribe is falling to pieces, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Wee~ ]