beneath the black, the sky looks dead

[couldbeavoided]

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. ]

Comments

[mocks]

Damn--!

[The heat becomes too intense for Bobbi to take and she collapses under the pressure of light and rain and blood that seems to be falling down on her. Then the impact comes, hitting her like a freight train, sure to leave bruises down to her very bones. He's hit her hard, tendrils and the women attached to him seemingly raining down on her too. She can't stand up, can barely manage to get a clean breath of air before the smoke fills her lungs again. There's no screaming or crying, not even a whimper to prove she's survived the impact. But she's alive and awake, and all she can do now is watch and hope the others can work together like a pack of wolves to tear him apart.]

[dupable]

[ That's two down and one trying to catch up to them. John isn't sure what to do, does he try to help Kanaya and the woman the Void took down, or does he go back to focusing on the fight? This isn't the time to sit around pondering decisions. Really kind of can't afford that right now!

It doesn't mean he doesn't waste a few seconds thinking on it before John finally decides to go for the offensive, launching himself forward through the air at the Void. He's hoping to tackle him, but lots of things could ruin that, like a wayward tentacle, or you know... the guy moving about ten feet to one side or the other. But no matter what happens at least he'll be closer! If he doesn't get smacked down by his weird squidly appendages? ]

[couldbeavoided]

[ The Void fans out his tentacles more as the people come at him, seeming to expand -- the energy seeming to steam off him grows thicker, more toxic, and each tentacle seems to hook like a scorpion's tail. More dangerous, more purposeful. The tentacles that have struck some of them hold tight, or as tight as he can manage while focusing on the offense; the one holding Kanaya down reels back, bleeding smoke and fire.

He narrows his eyes at Scathach and John, reeling backward as Scathach strikes him. It leaves no mark, but the effect it has is visible in his face, contorted with inhuman rage. He spins, focusing for the moment on just them, trying to smack them from the sky. ]

[symmachy]

[She hears the screaming of the girl, feels it when they run into the young woman holding her ground. This is going badly. There are too many bodies around, too many distractions. And even though she knows she's hit him, felt the blow land, there is no blood, no skin tearing beneath her fingers.

This is bad.

She falls, a tentacle catching her with its broad side instead of its point. Having no emotions, she isn't really hurt, though she knows she should be. She knows that she should be experiencing something terrifying and mind-crushing. That's enough to make her shake. She has to banish it from her mind. But she looks to his face, trying to take all of his attention now. There's a small crater beneath her when she stands, concrete crushed beneath the force of her fall. She whistles again to aggravate him, annoy him, anything to take the brunt of the next attack.]