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halfbloodhill2013-12-05 10:14 pm
clearasil) wrote in halfbloodhill2013-12-05 10:14 pm
action ☁ dec 6
[ If there's anything Natalie's learned from her mother - Diana, not Hecate - it's that life is full of highs and lows. She simply does not expect the sudden drop today.
She missed something in her last Iris Message to her dad, something he bypassed in their brief talk because she was so busy filling him in on the actual good things in her life recently. Rather, it doesn't hit her until a week later. Something's happening with mom, with both her parents, and it's not very good. Nothing supernatural, even, because she would transport herself there in a heartbeat and fight off whatever was after them. Their problems are most often human, things she doesn't talk about, not even with people she considers her friends.
It's like she's in free fall, leaving her stomach behind for a moment as the rest of her tightens, curling up into a ball of anxiety because, damn it, she had been feeling so good until today. She's just leaving the archery range, sallow-faced and rubbing her aching, slightly bruised arms because she's been there for gods know how long. Though, her battered targets show that she's actually been doing something productive with her time and arrows. ]
She missed something in her last Iris Message to her dad, something he bypassed in their brief talk because she was so busy filling him in on the actual good things in her life recently. Rather, it doesn't hit her until a week later. Something's happening with mom, with both her parents, and it's not very good. Nothing supernatural, even, because she would transport herself there in a heartbeat and fight off whatever was after them. Their problems are most often human, things she doesn't talk about, not even with people she considers her friends.
It's like she's in free fall, leaving her stomach behind for a moment as the rest of her tightens, curling up into a ball of anxiety because, damn it, she had been feeling so good until today. She's just leaving the archery range, sallow-faced and rubbing her aching, slightly bruised arms because she's been there for gods know how long. Though, her battered targets show that she's actually been doing something productive with her time and arrows. ]
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[Her own eyes follow the arrow as it shocks through the target, and she feels the hair on her arms stand on end.]
Are those...enchanted?
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[ A half-grin forms on her lips, at least, because she's proud of what she's done. ]
Taser arrows. I want ones that stick to enemies without killing them, y'know, just knock them out and get twitchy.
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[She gives Natalie a little grin, but it's clear the wheels in her head are turning. This is a great idea already.]
Did you write down any plans when you made these?
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[ Her shoulders lift and drop. ]
I've got a million ideas anyway.
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[She touches a hand to her chin, thumbing over it inquisitively.]
You do? Tell me, please. We might be able to realize them for you.
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I think this could be really good when we're out in the field.
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[Which she does so often, after all.]
Yes. It'd be great to stun enemies with, and you have great aim...