comatoseroses | COME AT ME BRO.....PEN RP POST

[ Aww. He's really doing it. Look at him go. Okay, if that's actually really happening, then Bolin figures he should probably make good on his end and set a good example and everything. He removes himself from his burrowy Bolin-shaped thing and smooths the ground back out with a short kick.

He considers dusting himself off, but it's not like they're operating under a strict dress code anymore, right? While Varrick is gathering, he'll go ahead and put together a little fire pit area so that they can maybe not burn the forest down while they're asleep. Just seems like the thing to do.

Annnnd he'll also keep a spare ear out just in case they get attacked by a troop of surprise soldiers or platypus-bears or something. Bolin's not putting anything past anything right now. ]

[Varrick manages to find his way back 20 minutes or so later, carrying a haphazard bundle of sticks and kindling and looking entirely too pleased with himself. Look, he's being useful, okay. He can do this forest thing, honest! He dumps it all out theatrically at Bolin's feet.]

So can you make one of those, like, Earth tent things to? Cause I hate to be the voice of doom but what the hell are we going to do if it RAINS at night?

[ He's so proud of you buddy. You're like an adult. Somewhere deep in the vestiges of his mind, Bolin probably wants an excuse to stay agitated. But it's just not enough for him to actually stay agitated. They're going to have a fire, and some shelter, and they're not dead, and they vaguely know which direction Republic City is in... even if tomorrow is flat out terrible, at least the next couple of hours might not have to be.

It's enough to perk him up a little. ]

If I can't make one, I must not be an earthbender. [ And he could maybe set up a little rock bowl to... catch some potential rain? Is that what people do? This is like ten times better than being on the streets, wow. No city permits or territorial gangs getting in the way of a guy building a little rock hut. It's not bad. Bolin has no idea how people build traditional fires. Like, non-firebenders. He's either been living on a train or living with a free fire machine of a brother his whole life so far.

So tbh he's just piling some of those supplies up and making a tiny lava nugget to get it going. He didn't think they'd need any matches or anything when he was leaving the train. Go figure. ]

[To be fair the whole 'escaping an explosion' bit was a little distracting from trying to grab supplies. Varrick would have grabbed a hair brush if he'd been REALLY forward thinking. As it was he had just been kind of focused on the whole building a bomb part and trying to stay relatively eccentric enough to keep Bataar distracted from what he was doing. Not that it took much, thick bastard.

Now that he's fulfilled his adulting duties, Varrick is going to return to his dramatic ground-flopping thankyouverymuch.]

Go for it then, kid. Wow me. And when do we get something to EAT. I'm starting to digest my own stomach lining!

[ Psh. Nope. Still perked up. ]

Yeah, I don't really know about that. I'm not much of a hunter? We could probably find some... edible... plants. Never really done that before either, though. [ Bam. Cool fire. And bam-bam-bam, passable rainproof earth hut. ] It takes longer than you might think to starve to death, though! So we've got some time to hammer that out.

[ Is he doing it to be mean or to be comforting.

Probably both. ]

Well it's not like I'm going to hunt for anything! The last time I did that I was fifteen and I don't think we've got any arctic seals around here!

[Ooooh, Earth tent! That's very swanky, Bolin. He's go glad he rescued you and then you got both of them not blown up.]

That's great kid, practically the Ritz, lemme tell you.

Noooooo. [ But it's too late. His stomach heard that. ] Don't say artic seal unless a bag of jerky just fell on you. Please.

[ Start starving quietly wow. ] Because even if we do go out looking for some berries or something, it's not gonna be in the dark.

[Just for that, Varrick is going to turn around dramatically and look behind him.]

Yeah no luck, kid. And do you know what kind of berries are poisonous, cause I sure as hell don't!

[ PONDERS THIS. ]

[ Dang. He hates reason. ]

Okay, okay. If we get up to three days without catching a break, I'll just pick a plant and eat it. I used to eat out of dumpsters, so I probably won't die. And if I don't get sick, you won't get sick. And until it's been three days, we'll just make sure we try really hard to not have to risk death by poison in the woods. [ He doesn't know, he really doesn't. ] We don't hunt... can we fish?

Hey come on, Bolin, I'm not going to let you do that.

[why do you always have to be so noble, Bolin, it makes not caring about everyone else around him really difficult, okay! Cut it out.]

We can absolutely catch fish! We just need a net. Do rope things grow in the woods, I don't even know.

Edited 2014-11-18 23:48 (UTC)

I'm just saying, it's not the worst plan out there. [ How noble is it when you know you'd be hungry enough to go for a random plant in three days anyway... the real question. ]

Annnd better question: rope things?

Look, I just don't want you getting sick. Do you think there's any chance I'd be able to carry you? Nope, nada, not a chance. You're not eating any weird plants we don't know about, Bolin.

[And drink your milk, too! He's going to start arranging his sticks into something that vaguely resembles a fire. You can do the complicated stuff, Bolin.]

You know, stuff we can make into rope! Vines, or reeds, or... long plants or something. I don't know what grows around here! But if we find something rope-y I MIGHT remember how to make a net. It's a toss up, it's been a while.

Edited 2014-11-19 01:49 (UTC)

[ wOW VARRICK YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM?? ]

Oh! Oh, okay, gotcha. You should've said vines or reeds or long plants or something first. I was wondering how you could possibly think we'd find regular rope in the middle of nowhere.

[Well he's all the mom you've got now he better not see any lights on in your Earth tent after 11pm mister.]

Yeah, I'll be sure to be more specific next time, kid.

[EUGH why does everything suck right now. Varrick's hungry and his face itches because he hasn't shaved in a day and now the sun's going down it's getting cold alarmingly quickly and excuse him he's going to curl up in his new Earth tent now and weep himself to sleep.]

Granted that'll only work if we find any at all, can actually manage to make any rope and don't get eaten by ravenous wolf-bats in our sleep.

Or wolf-bats don't even have to come into the equation! We could be bit by mosquitoes and then die of horrible jungle-disease. Or, I dunno, die of hypothermia! There are so many freaking ways we could die out here I can't even keep track.

Edited 2014-11-19 02:58 (UTC)

At least none of those ways to die are Kuvira. [ They are sane ravenous wolf-bats and mosquitoes. He gets to work on turning a smallish chunk of earth into something a little more "lava to start a fire" resembling and tries to not sulk about bad life choices. ] Do people die of hypothermia right next to fires?

To be fair, I don't think she was planning on killing us. Sounded more like torture and compliance. Luckily for us, we're both too valuable to kill off.

[Ooooh, fire! You are the greatest, Bolin, let him keep you forever. Varrick rolls out from his pity pile to come over and hunker down next to Bolin, taking advantage of the new heat.]

Oh, well sure. If you want to be fair. [ Cool, he'll just sit next to Varrick and enjoy the company. ] It doesn't really sound better, though.

No, it really doesn't. But hey, we got out, didn't we, kid! To... starve to death in the woods, I guess. Still better than the torture thing. And boy did I love seeing the look on that idiot's face when I told him about the bomb. Priceless! Too bad Zhu Li couldn't have been there to film the whole thing.

[Oh, and now he just made himself sad. Damn. Varrick slumps a little.]

I bet she's with that little weasel now. I hope she feels really bad about thinking I'm dead!

[ Drink every time Varrick mentions Zhu Li. Bolin's building up a dangerous deficit.

Also, Bolin's pretty sure Zhu Li has probably never felt bad about anything in her entire life. Not that he's known her her entire life. Still, though.

But he's not gonna bring that up. Varrick's already all sad-looking and noodly. ]

Tell you what, Varrick. If you starve first, I'll make sure to feel twice as bad about it. At least. Maybe more! [ Just 4 u. ]

[The looking noodly is an all the time thing, tho. But his mustache does perk up a little in a small smile.]

You know, you're alright kid. If I was gonna be facing starvation miles away from civilization after faking my own death, I'm glad it's with you.

[ Yeah that makes it even sadder. Except for the mustache, which is a great mood indicator. ]

Awww, thanks. You're not a bad survival buddy yourself. You didn't even get us wet firewood. Which is a lot easier to do than it sounds. [ You know he's done that at some point, somehow. ]

Well it's been dry lately.

[This is a pretty nice fire, bro. You are a keeper. Varrick shivers dramatically and leans his shoulder into Bolin's to steal some precious body heat. He's never been more irked about his complete inability to maintain body fat, jeez]

[ Varrick was this entire train thing an elaborate setup to take Bolin parking... gosh. But nah, go ahead. Bolin's got meat on his bones out the wazoo. ]

Since when did you start giving credit to nature?

[Yes, Bolin, this entire situation was an elaborate ruse to feel you up. Because he absolutely couldn't have done that at any other point in them knowing each other. Nope, no opportunity ever presented itself before. Although your biceps are still ridiculous bro are you made of actual rocks.]

Well we're stuck in nature for the time being, maybe some flattery will stop us from getting eaten as quickly!

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