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Supernatural HG 2, part 2
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatural HG 2, part 2Chancing a glance at his companions, Gateguard could tell that they too were taken aback by this revelation, that these were not the enemies that they had envisioned they would face. Gripping Nova's other hand, Gateguard steeled himself and his own vocal chords, knowing that if the worst were come to past and things went south, his voice would be instrumental in calming down the crowds.

•°. * 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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Agent Fallows, signing out~
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The man glared at Nova, hsi face bleeding heavily, his garbed voice no louder then a whisper, yet the mic on Nova still picked it up. "Give me a reason I shouldn't shoot you."
Nova froze, millions of reasons should've came to her tounge but there was nothing. "I can't." Nova's voice was barely above a whsiper as if fearing her voice being too loud would make him pull the trigger. "But that's the problem isn't it? You burned districts to the ground and we blew up your mine. We have plenty of reasons to kill eachother, so go ahead and do it. Make Snow and the rest of the Capital happy. I'm done being killing his slaves and playing his games." To enforce this she pressed her throat against it.
The man blinked at her and looked down. "I'm not their slave." He utters.
"I am." Nova said and he looked at her. "That's why I killed *Girl from 2* and she killed *random tribute* and he killed *boy from 2.* It just goes around and around, over and over again and who wins? Always Snow. District 2. District 13. We have no fight against eachother but the one the Capital gave us." Nova locked eye contact with him. "Why are you fighting the rebels? Your neighbors? Your friends? Your family?"
The man droped the gun as the words seemed to sink in and relased Nova looking away. Nova's mind was on full speed as she looked around them. It was so quite you could hear a pin drop. Slowly, Nova rose up then gestured to the citzens of 2. "These people are not your enemy!" She gestured to the rebels, her voice now a shout. "The rebels are not you enemy! We all have one enemy!" She gazed and round and jabed a hand in the general direction of the Capital before slowly looking around. "And that's Snow! He currputs everyone and everything! He turns the best of us agasint eachother. Stop killing for him! Tonight, turn your weapons not to your neighbors or friends or family. Turn your weapons to the Capital." Nova's voice trembled, making it sound somehow more charasmatic as it echoed in the night. "Turn your weapons to Snow."
One of the men from Two scrambled up and emptyed is clip into Nova's chest before he was shot. Nova dropped down and she didn't get up, though the slight breathing from her chest indicated she was, infact, alive, not that anyone could see it in teh crazyiness that ensued.
(Everyone react to this, you'll be seeing it on teh TV. I'm going to shower.)
Steady hands jerked him backwards, as revels held him back, static noise filling the air as they spoke to him, yelling over to chaos that violently dislodged every rational thought from his mind. "Let go of me." He snarled, attempting to shake off the hands that held him back, salt coating his tongue as he licked his lips looking for words that could properly convey his feelings. He was suddenly pulled backwards, knees buckling as he was sent tumbling onto the cold ground. There he had a better view of the slowly crawling red that flooded his vision, a beautiful colour framing Nova's still form that brought nothing but fear. Swallowing heavily, he saw one of the rebels close to him raising their gun and Gateguard immediately grabbed the muzzle and forced it down, the first action that Gateguard could confidently say was something he did consciously ever since this whole event started. "For the love of everything holy and good, Don't. Shoot." He snarled, using the gun as leverage to help push himself up.
Taking a few shaky steps, he at least made it back to his original spot, suddenly unable to take another step further, eyes fixated on the morbid beauty that was splayed before him. Hands covered his mouth as he almost threw up again, knees feeling weak once again. He couldn't tear his eyes away though and could only watch in subtle horror, his mind disconnecting from his body, sheltering his already fragile psyche from the full extent that this nightmare had to offer.

•°. * 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 * .°•
She was still alive. Unconcious from the blow no doubt, but still mercifully alive.
Leaf had gasped out when she watched Nova get shot on teh TV. "Harlow, you dont think that she's actually dead right? They woudlnt just send her out there and not thought of something like this."
Do you know what lies beyond?
Do you want to?
Or has your curiosity reached a nervous end?
"I heard of them.. never actually talked to them" Tempest admits. When Chakti stands up she quickly rushes over, she feels a bit shaky on her feet herself. She haven't actually walked by herself since she was kidnapped by the Capitol. She winces at the memory. "Lay back down" Tempest demands as she gently pushes Chaki back down. "You are in no state to visit them"

District D2 Location D2 Tags Nova
Adelaide's gut was already roiling when Nova stepped up to address the brutes from Two - her own district. She hadn't felt so sick or so uneasy since she'd entered the arena for the first time. Maybe it was the fact that it was her people. Adelaide realized now why they weren't the soldiers that she had anticipated to face. They were masonry workers; like Kardia was. No less experienced with weapons...but not the ones who were trained to become the lethal, stone-cold killers in the arena or the Capital.
And it made sense then. The masonry workers lived a strenuous life hauling stone to patch up the District's Walls. They were spared little time to adequately prepare themselves for combat.
A flash of movement to her left, and someone pressed a gun right to Nova’s throat. Adelaide snarled in warning, the guttural sound ripping through the night.
(I'll be back in a bit)
(Alright)