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Supernatural HG 4
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatural HG 4"Just take a few deep breaths," Star's voice was somewhat firm, but consoling as she tried to help Sorrento calm down. When he was noticeably calmer she gently squeezed his hands. "Tell me everything."
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
Iro was the first to perk up at the slight baby coos that were still a short distance away. "Did anyone else hear that?"
(Everyone do their own camp if none of my characters are there)
Zahara walks outside and towards the first one. Her suspicions of them being a trick are confirmed, when they all look oddly similar. She brings her ax down on the closest one, only to meet metal and wire instead of flesh and bone. Zahara sighs in relief. "Alright Lifei, let's have some fun!" She calls. She brings down her ax on the same one again and yelps in surprise when droplets of liquid splatter on her. Fake blood maybe? She hisses in pain and steps away from the destroyed robot. "Houston we have a problem!" She calls. "Their blood is toxic, it freaking burns!"
....
A shrill cry awakes Maci from the daze she was in. She holds a hand up, signalling for Shiloh to stop. Her eyes narrow and she catches a flash of hair. Suddenly, a toddler rushes out of some bushes towards her. She takes a catious step back and turns to Shiloh. "What do you make of this?" She asks nervously.
T'val had shrugged, simply wanting to let Narukami go alone without her afterimages getting in the way of hunting. After a while, however, she started to hear what seemed to be young children, little coos and gurgles and wails drawing her attention.
"I don't think so." Iro pointed out. "In the arena, nothing is normal."
(Disco Shell: Pink disco like force field covers herself or target)
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
Maci is careful to keep her distance. She analyzes the baby carefully, not finding the danger of it. "That's odd... This is obviously set up by the Capitol... But what's dangerous about this?" She asks herself. The robot baby tries to wrap it's arms around her leg and she lightly pushes it away with her foot. A stab of guilt hits her after doing that. She knows that this baby is obviously fake. But it looks so real...
That's when she hears it. A faint ticking. Alarm bells rage through Maci, she quickly grabs Shiloh's hand and races away from the baby. The blast goes off behind them but fortunately, they had managed to escape the blast radius.
She doesn't have time to feel relieved, because more babies were pouring out of the bushes. Maci curses to herself, immediately regretting not grabbing any weapons. What do we do?
T'val had quickly realized the danger of the event, seeing as they were attempting to clamber over a makeshift barrier she'd made. Anything normal would have stopped trying by now, but the little beasts never gave up. A large pile of branches sat within the barrier, clearly being used to reinforce any weak points.
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
Iro and Alana were resting near each other. Alana's head was in Iro's lap, with the latter gently fiddling with Alana's hair.
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•