Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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Comments

[markofthewise]

Good idea. We're better in numbers.

[Unfortunately as they're walking, Sokka doesn't turn around fast enough when he hears movement. Soon he's on the ground, face first, with the creature standing on his back. Ed's got about a split second to go before the creature goes for one of the wings.]

[automailed]

[Oh dear, here should take care of that, shouldn't he? There isn't any time to think of a way to transmute the creature off of Sokka, so he moves instinctively, clapping his hands as quickly as he can and slamming his automail against the creature's neck. The blow diverts the hunter's jaws away from the wings, hopefully enough to prevent too much damage from being done, and a second later the alchemy activates, Edward's deconstruction technique tearing through the creature's flesh and bone and blasting its head clear off of its body. Messy, but effective enough. ...He hopes.]

[markofthewise]

[When Sokka rolls over to get back on his feet, he stares at the creature in astonishment, then to Ed. He blinks in surprise, he hadn't expected Ed to be so visceral.]

Wow. Thanks.

[automailed]

[Edward steps back, somewhat surprised himself, though not particularly traumatized as he would've been if it had been a normal Shifter. Sokka would probably have been in a lot more pain if that had been the case. Still, it's a little nerve-wracking; he's killed animals before, just... not like that. It's an ugly reminder of Scar's attack way back when, how that Central soldier's head had-

...ugh. He glances down at his hand for a long moment, eyeing the hunter's blood, then grimaces and wipes it off on his coat, his gaze switching to the unmoving creature. He's not sure if he should be ready for it to spontaneously grow another head or something.]

...Yeah, sure. [Wipe wipe wipe UGH WHY IS IT NOT COMING OFF.] They're not immortal, are they?

[markofthewise]

[Looking at Ed, he has a good guess what's going through his mind right now. Sokka never had the luxury of that kind of thinking. His first kill was hunting for food. His first time killing a man? He hadn't realized he had done anything until he had thought back to how his club had hit that Fire Nation soldier. He inevitably turns his attention to the beast.]

I don't know. They shouldn't be, I think.

[automailed]

[Finally satisfied with the automail's cleanliness, Edward edges over to the corpse, nudging it with the automail foot in case it jumps up with a set of teeth coming out of its neck. Stranger things have happened, after all. It does nothing, though just to be cautious, Edward claps his hands once more and touches the sand, creating a hardened dome around the body. Just in case.]

If it wants to get out of that, we'll probably hear it first.

[markofthewise]

[Oh, good idea Ed. Sokka approves.]

Good thinking. He'll regret trying to get up again.

[automailed]

[He has those on occasion. Edward gives the dome a couple of kicks to make sure it's solid enough, then nods and turns away, starting towards the boats again.]

Hopefully nobody finds that and gets nosy about what's inside.

[markofthewise]

I think people have more important things to worry about.

[Still, Sokka is keeping a wary eye and keeps glancing behind them as they walk away.]