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. ]

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[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.]