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Traya Smith ([info]tiny_tornado) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-02-13 14:30:00


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Entry tags:inactive - traya smith, plot - "blackest night"

Black Winds
With the attack on the Young Justice League itself and reports of attacks coming in from the homes of various other teams and heroes, the need to make certain that their families were safe had never been greater.  While Traya tried to force herself to believe that there was little to worry about--her parents were both alive, as was T.O. Morrow--she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

She supposed the Black Lantern version of Jai could still be out there.  Knew it was, really, if what the Lanterns had said was right. But her daddy alone could have kicked that monster's butt. If she was there too, then there would be no problem at all.

"Traya..."


She slowed down for a moment. She was certain she'd heard something in the wind. A voice, calling her name.

Traya gathered the winds around her, carrying any near-by sounds. She was over New York City; there were plenty sounds of the city about her, lots of little voices too. Most of it was an incomprehensible babble.

"Traya..."



There. There it was again. And it had said more this time too, but in a language she didn't understand. She
thought
it sounded Arabic or maybe... A couple of the girls in the Biaylan Student Association had been teaching her a few simple phrases in Biaylan, but she wasn't even remotely close to fluent.

She dropped out of the sky and landed on a rooftop. Traya concentrated on the winds again, drawing more and more sounds to her on the air. She could swear...

"Traya..."
A second voice this time, but in that same language as the first...

"Who's there?" she demanded. "What's going on?!"


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[info]tiny_tornado
2011-02-19 02:52 am UTC (link)
"I'm so sorry..." Traya said, quietly.

But the winds didn't stop. If anything, they only got stronger.

(WILL)
(HOPE)
(LOVE)
(COMPASSION)

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[info]black_lantern
2011-02-19 03:38 am UTC (link)
More flesh was blown off but it didn't seem to bother the black lanterns. They tried to keep advancing.

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[info]black_lantern
2011-02-20 01:30 am UTC (link)
The flesh was torn from them, slowing them down a little in their advance as the winds got faster.

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[info]tiny_tornado
2011-02-20 02:21 am UTC (link)
The winds had reached the point of a class five hurricane and a f5 tornado, localized to the rooftop. And were getting even faster. Her eyes closed behind her mask, Traya could still sense what ever little bit of the air was doing.

"This ends... NOW!"

(RAGE)
(WILL)
(HOPE)
(LOVE)
(COMPASSION)

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[info]black_lantern
2011-02-20 08:30 pm UTC (link)
Flesh was ripped off her body at a faster rate and the Black Lantern was pushed against a wall. The thing kept moving though.

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[info]black_lantern
2011-03-01 09:43 pm UTC (link)
The flesh went off his body, and he was sent into a wall. He began to move...slowly.

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[info]tiny_tornado
2011-03-01 10:55 pm UTC (link)
She needed to end this.

She concentrated, forming a tornado vortex around the two, sending them hurling into the upper reaches of the atmosphere.

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