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Supernatural HG 2, part 2
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatural HG 2, part 2Fern's mother had finally recovered. Pushing herself up she effortlessly slipped into the feild now protected. "You may be phsycialy strong, but how are you mentally?" With a smile she stared into Gran's eyes, locking the contact.
"They're ours, and this hag, was trying to take them from us!" The mother insisted.
"Lies!" The father shot a green ball at Azar but she jumped out of the way.
"You wanna fight, let's go then!" Azar was shrouded in a bright light and Gran watched. When the light faded Azar was in what appeared to be a fairy form but she looked much more ravishing. Her hair ahd grown some to her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveles red dress that was decorated in orange and yellow and white, a small yellow chocker around her neck with a red oval in the center. Red see-through gloves stopped mid arm. A small golden tiarra sat on Azar's head with red accents. From her back were large monach wings of orange and red and yellow and white. Rather then shoes were red sandles that wrapped around her foot and ankle, stopping at the calf.
Even from where Gran was standing she could feel the power raditating from Azar, Grancould tell she was much stronger now.
Hearing Gran's voice Willow perked up and started reaching towards her, babbling.
Azar launched a strong burst of fire at the mother forcing the two parents to retreat. Azar landed with a smile, which quickly faded at Fern's sudden mutness. "Fern's been bewtiched, but I think my fairy dust should beable to help." So saying this she took the red oval that was sitting on her chocker and removed it, it grew a to the size of a small jar, or fairy dust container, and she popped the top. Azar sprinkled some of the dust on Fern's head adn afte ra moment she blinked, cured of her hypnoiss.
"What? What happened." Fern blinked in confusion.
Nova, Gategaurd and Adelaide along with teh rest of the crew from 13 were quickly ushered into a diffrent part of Two, where most of the citizens that were for the Mockingjay were trying to discuss how to break into the Nut, where the Capital Loyalists were holding up.
Tempest glances up when she hears sounds coming from behind her. "You are going to be getting a roommate once he is released from surgery" the nurse informs Tempest before she hurries off. "Great" Tempest mutters. "Just what I need right now" she adds bitterly. "Just let me wallow in self pity... Alone." She lays back down with her back to the door and stares out the tiny window.
Fern looked at Gran. "I was trying to come back, but they trapped me. I'm sorry I worried you." Fern looked at the ground.
They finally had a rough idea, by trapping the loyaists inside they could either flush them out or they'd die. Gateguard had noticed the look of loathing of killing off more people on Nova's face but she kept her mouth shut. Gategaurd and Adelaide waited with Nova in the hovercraft. What they hadn't been told was this was going to be live all over Panem on any and every working TV.
Agent Fallows, signing out~

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District D2 Location D13 (going to D2) Tags Gateguard, Nova
"I hope not." Adelaide joined Gateguard, her eyes troubled, "If this goes wrong, it'll give Snow a lot of leverage." She should be happy, right? This was her chance, to get back at the people who'd wronged all of them. But this whole thing was a game of chess. One wrong move could doom them all. "If Snow doesn't stream this live, I'd be surprised."
"You'll need to do a quick speech." One of them spoke as though they were getting their nails done.
The color drained from Nova's face as she started feeling queasy. "What? Here? Now?"
"You'll do fine." Another responded. "Just stand there and your mentor will feed it to you. Sound easy enough?"
"I think so." Nova got up and swung her arms to loosen them before unwillingly letting her hand slip from Gategaurd's as she walked into the moonlight. Just as she started though a loud screeching of the train burst through the Nut and people started stumbling out, walking right into teh loaded guns of the rebels that were pointing at them. They were wounded yes, but they were still waving their own guns around as well.
Nova spotted one person who was missing a huge chunk out of their face and suddenly to her, this was just another person injured while working in 13.
District D2 Location D2 Tags Nova
Adelaide’s face was covered by the final piece of her cruelly beautiful armor as she joined the Mockingjay in the moonlight, keeping her keen eyes peeled for threats. A screech from the train jarred through the night like a knife; nothing could prepare her for who the loyalists actually were. The horrific, gory injuries so indicative of the battleground, made her insides lurch and spin and for a moment, she wondered if she was going to be sick. Absently, she reflected that even if she was sick; her helmet would cover it up anyway. She forced herself to stand tall; even if the next loyalist that she laid eyes on...he couldn’t have been more than a young boy no more than 12. His eyes were covered in a faint veneer of bravery, of pride. His face was marred with bruises, some the size of a quarter...others the size and color of a grapefruit. Only years of strict training from brutish former victors kept her from puking her guts up. The weapons that they held were far and few in between. So at odds with the lethal rifles from 13. So at odds with the lethally sharp twin blades and the handgun tucked out of sight on her person.
Her helmet tilted as she met Nova’s gaze, seeing the dismay in it. They had likely been expecting the more robust soldiers in their prime. Not these...broken souls. Silently, Adelaide reached over and grasped Nova’s hand. Squeezing it once. Her left hand was fisted at her side, the only indication of her distressed state.