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beneath the black, the sky looks dead

WHO: THE VOID and YOU?
WHERE: Around the City and the Brooklyn Bridge
WHEN: Sunday, 8/2
WARNINGS: Violence, death, chaos
SUMMARY: The Sentry loses control.
FORMAT: Quick.

[ There was no abrupt revelation, no struggle; when Robert Reynolds had opened his eyes that day, the Sentry was simply nowhere to be found. He'd flown from the mansion into the sky, a poisonous oily creature wearing Bob's skin and the Sentry's clothes until even that began to shed. Red eyes and an aura like fire and toxic ash, sharp tendrils coiling out behind and around him like sentient shadows.

Years. Years here, trapped, ignored, denied. Bob was done fighting, and hurting; his mind went blank so that someone else could use his body to fight back. But it was his body, too -- the Void celebrated his freedom by flying into the sky, raising his arms and calling upon the sky to darken in deep reds and purples. Clouds collected and rain started pouring; he raised his face to the rain and smiled, before he dropped from the sky and flew cleanly through the Brooklyn Bridge. ]

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[He's weak from the strain, but he's by no means down for the count. The moment's he's been forced to relive are some of the worst in his life, but he's already seen them once.

His teeth clench as he pushes himself off the ground -- stubborn with arms shaking, though very scared somewhere beneath it all. Even if it sucked to relive, there was still the fact that he saw it all.]

What the fuck are you supposed to be?

[Alone at the end of it all. Yeah, he knew it. He knew it for a while. That's what it was going to come down to.]

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[ The Void looks down coldly, gesturing outwardly with one hand -- or it would be a hand, but it's really more like a claw. ]

Do you really not know?

[ The tentacles coil slowly around him. A nightmare. Suffering. Death. Completion. The End. The Void considers himself a lot of things. He's kind an egotist. ]

Well, I was looking for a little less drama, but--

[He chokes on the fear that threatens to overwhelm him, and the quip dies somewhere in between. Still, at least he's finally able to get up straight.

If he can just focus long enough, maybe he can summon his sword--]

[ The Void whips another tentacle in his direction, not necessarily aiming to stab him -- just to hit. Bat away. ]

Isn't it enough I haven't left you to the death you deserve? Do you want to die?

[Dave lets the tentacle hit him, only to reach up to try and grab it to gain some sort of edge -- he's incredibly fast, thanks to his manipulation on time.]

Yeah? Why not?

[He has an idea why not, if this creature is what he claims to be. No, he didn't want to die. Dying was terrifying, which was exactly why it was being held over his head.

He doesn't answer the question about death.]

[ It whips around, coiling and twisting in an effort to wrap around him, and the Void sneers. ]

You didn't get enough the last time, did you? What if I left you there, locked in your own memories, alone and helpless?

[ He doesn't answer either. Death is a mercy, that's why. Some simply buckle under the weight of all their pain. ]

[Davesprite's wings lift to avoid being ensnared by the tentacle, though it doesn't help much when it pins his arm to his side. He lifts his other arm free to try and shove it off, teeth clenching and tail thrashing like a fish out of water.]

Sure sounds like a Sunday. How about you get the fuck off me?

[His wings flap and struggle with the rest of him as he tries to break free, swiping with his free claws at any part he can reach.]

Watch that temper, or I might just break your little back while I'm at it.

[ But he lets him go -- or rather, the tentacle flings him free like one might throw a baseball. ]

[And that's the end of his smart-ass comebacks, mostly because he's focused on trying to reroute himself with his wings and his power over time. It half works, but he can feel something in his back pull awkwardly when he lands hard on his wings. He can't see behind him, but he's fairly certain he can feel a bit of golden blood leaking somewhere on the concrete.

He pushes his head off the ground, but is forced to stop there while he catches his breath. So much for being able to fight back. It felt a lot like when he had been forced to fight Jack Noir when he was clearly outmatched.

It hurts to think about, and it unearths that awful memory again, and it takes every part of his being to avoid throwing up on the sidewalk. Dave doesn't get up again.]

[Jade saw the storm and the strange nature of it immediately sent off warning bells. A quick check of where her friends were told her that a few were in the middle of that storm. And being the worrying type that Jade is, she can't stop herself going to them.

Dave was the closest.

In a crackle of green energy she appears nearby. Seconds later she's on her knees at his side, hands hovering just above him. Unsure if she should touch him or not.]

Dave? Dave? Please tell me you're alive.

[Jade. Jade would be the one to see him like this.

His head is still pickled in nightmares and his back and head are killing him, but he tries to roll over anyway so he can get up before that thing comes back--

But that's as far as he gets. Instantly, he regrets even trying to move, wings hanging uselessly on the pavement, bent awkwardly and leaking gold blood still. He can't really focus long enough to form coherent sentences, thanks to how dizzy he is from the impact, but he'll try.]

Yeah.

[Smooth, Strider.]

[Jade isn't sure on the location of whatever it was that caused this she's more focused on Dave. It only takes her a few moments to assess the injuries she can see. But internal injuries are another matter. Those are the ones she's worried about.]

You shouldn't move. It could make things worse.

[She reaches out for him.] I'm going to take you to the clinic. [She's giving fair warning. Considering how disorientating teleportation can be, especially when unexpected.]

No really, we're cool, we're good, give me a--

[Oh ok, maybe we're not cool or good or anything even remotely close to the two, as the dizziness combined with the fear stewing in his gut nearly causes him to vomit. He's trying to hold himself up, but his arms are shaking and he's really not doing a good job at being cool at all.

His wings hurt, he's so tired of those stupid things hurting, tired of them being broken and useless but he can't even think about that because he just keeps playing all of those horrid scenes over and over in his head and now Jade is upset and that thing might get her too--

Maybe the hospital wasn't such a bad idea after all.]

Ok.

[Jade honestly didn't expect it to be that easy. She'd expected him to be a little more stubborn about it. For a moment she stares at him before gently laying a hand on his shoulder.]

This might leave you feeling worse. I'm sorry. [She doesn't give him time to let that sink in. One moment they're on the street and the next they're in the clinic's lobby.]

[If he hadn't been so completely caught by surprise and had his ass kicked before he could even blink, he might have fought Jade a little harder. But he doesn't want her mixed up in that shit. They've all been through enough trauma, haven't they?

Davesprite doesn't fit well inside buildings, which immediately becomes apparent once they're crammed into the lobby with his eight foot wingspan. He's too dizzy to shift back, not that it would do much to try. Even with the warning, he's nearly passed out from the transportation, mostly unresponsive after they've stopped moving. The only sign that he's still awake is the very slight quiver in his shoulders.

He's still scared out of his mind.]

[Jade lets out a small whine once they're in the lobby. She was in such a hurry to get him help that she hadn't bothered to take into consideration the space. A bigger space would be ideal but in his state she couldn't risk another teleport.

She mutters another apology and steps aside to let the nurses near Dave. Jade was fairly certain there was no way they'd be able to move him, not when he was in sprite form. She needed to find a healer. Someone who could get the job done fast and then they wouldn't have to bother with the clinic. ...Even though they were already there.

She closes her eyes and does a search for those with healing abilities. She's unsure if it would work but it is worth a try. She's supposed to be able to find anything after all.

There!

She takes a few more steps back and teleports away.]

Feferi! Dave needs help!

*And a certain seatroll-who-wasn't-right-now has been making her way through the streets of the City to try and find other people in need of assistance-- when she's startled by the sudden appearance of a spacey doggy witch girl.* Glub the--

--Jade?!

No time. Need to go now. [She couldn't risk disorientating Fef with a snatch and teleport so she'd have to go the other route and make herself into a portal. At least she hoped that still worked here.

Jade concentrates and her form becomes somewhat transparent, star filled sky around the edge and in the very center an injured Davesprite laying on the clinic floor.]

As weird as this sounds just step through me. It'll be less disorientating. ...I think. [In theory.]

I don't even know what's glubbing on! *Oh nooooo people being hurt! People she sort of KNOWS being hurt!* --is it really okay to just step through you like that? It won't hurt you?

[Jade gives a reassuring smile, although it's kind of hard to see when she's all starry.] It's fine. I don't feel a thing. [Not entirely true, it kind of tickles when she's uses herself as a portal.]

Okay... if you're shore, then! Time to be a hero!

*And she jumps through Jade! It's kind of weird!*

[And once Fef's through Jade appears right behind her. Good thing everyone else is distracted.]

*Okay! She can do this! Nobody's paying a lot of attention to them, so she moves up to the sprite, giving him a thin little smile.* Um, hi! I'm... not sure where you're hurt! I don't know what to look for on sprites...

...wait, can he even hear me?

[By now, there's a crowd of nurses trying to figure out how to move the huge nonresponsive birdhuman out of the lobby. When he hears Feferi, he stirrs a bit, despite his monumental headache. He still can't really lift himself, but if Feferi looks close enough, she'll notice spidery gold veins of blood leaking down his wings, stemming from where the bones had snapped when he hit the wall. The full effects of the concussion appear to be settling in, as his words slurr a bit.]

So the secret to getting covered in bitches must be to lay face first on the ground in a fucking hospital. Who else are you dragging here?

[He's hurt, irritated and scared, and now people know these things, so the statement comes out a little more frustrated than he really meant for it to. Jade was trying to help. He just wished it involved people he wouldn't be interacting with again.]

[Jade's ears flatten back against her head as she frowns. Anyone paying close attention might have even caught a small whine coming from her.]

I'm sorry...I didn't think this fully through. [She really hated "flying blind". Things had been so much easier when she had the Skaian clouds to help her out. But seeing the future wasn't her thing, that was Rose's. But she'd been in a hurry and had hoped the clinic would be bigger.]

Feferi can heal you and then we can get out of here and forget this ever happened. [Trying to sound hopeful.]

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