The entire city has had an oppressive, dark aura recently, like having a hand hovering over your shoulder all day. The air is sticky in the throat. Music doesn't lift spirits like it normally does. Voices of loved ones somehow seem grating and irritating. Strangers seem dangerous, no matter how they look or act. And just as it all seems to be piling up, darkness poured atop darkness like overflowing tar, thick dark clouds roll in. Just what it needs. Something to push everyone over the edge.
When the lightning bolt flies, it's unnatural, enormous, so bright it's like the sun is shining at midnight for just a second. The shadows in that light show a hidden truth. Horrid, tiny misshapen creatures lurking everywhere, clinging to surfaces and people's skin, whispering evil words. It's a flash of seeing the reality of the situation, but one thing persists. In the sky a single figure outlined against the full moon, the only clear spot in the clouds, surrounded by seven swirling shapes that strike and swoop at the lone force facing them. The solitary silhouette is struck by a perfectly timed combined assault and starts to fall, twirling down to make a nasty crash landing.
Aww, bollocks, thinks Y as he plummets. Maybe he's headed for a window, or a dumpster, or someone with supernatural abilities able to save him. If he's lucky. Either way, his other thought will probably be true. This is gonna hurt.
2: Sam is Sometimes Useful
Sam may be the owner of Solomon International Antiques, one of the world's leading organisations in antiques, collectables and archaeology, but he's also one of their foremost experts. Since he doesn't do much in regards to the direct running of the company, he can be found just about anywhere there are mysterious artefacts about. He enjoys it even when it's mundane, but somehow he's always ending up pulled into magic shenanigans.
"Ah, hello, I'm Sam," he introduced himself as he entered the branch of SIA that called him in. In his civilian identity, he's much less striking than when he's Y the Mystic. Black hair, frame made smaller by a suit, sunglasses hiding he's a cyclops. And whereas Y never fails to put on a show, speaking with his hands and walking like a dancer, Sam moves stiffly and shuffles. "They said you had something no one else could recognise, and that's when they call me."
You wouldn't think he's a multi-millionaire, let alone a flamboyant magician.
Samuel Solomon / Y the Mystic ✨ Superhero OC
The entire city has had an oppressive, dark aura recently, like having a hand hovering over your shoulder all day. The air is sticky in the throat. Music doesn't lift spirits like it normally does. Voices of loved ones somehow seem grating and irritating. Strangers seem dangerous, no matter how they look or act. And just as it all seems to be piling up, darkness poured atop darkness like overflowing tar, thick dark clouds roll in. Just what it needs. Something to push everyone over the edge.
When the lightning bolt flies, it's unnatural, enormous, so bright it's like the sun is shining at midnight for just a second. The shadows in that light show a hidden truth. Horrid, tiny misshapen creatures lurking everywhere, clinging to surfaces and people's skin, whispering evil words. It's a flash of seeing the reality of the situation, but one thing persists. In the sky a single figure outlined against the full moon, the only clear spot in the clouds, surrounded by seven swirling shapes that strike and swoop at the lone force facing them. The solitary silhouette is struck by a perfectly timed combined assault and starts to fall, twirling down to make a nasty crash landing.
Aww, bollocks, thinks Y as he plummets. Maybe he's headed for a window, or a dumpster, or someone with supernatural abilities able to save him. If he's lucky. Either way, his other thought will probably be true. This is gonna hurt.
2: Sam is Sometimes Useful
Sam may be the owner of Solomon International Antiques, one of the world's leading organisations in antiques, collectables and archaeology, but he's also one of their foremost experts. Since he doesn't do much in regards to the direct running of the company, he can be found just about anywhere there are mysterious artefacts about. He enjoys it even when it's mundane, but somehow he's always ending up pulled into magic shenanigans.
"Ah, hello, I'm Sam," he introduced himself as he entered the branch of SIA that called him in. In his civilian identity, he's much less striking than when he's Y the Mystic. Black hair, frame made smaller by a suit, sunglasses hiding he's a cyclops. And whereas Y never fails to put on a show, speaking with his hands and walking like a dancer, Sam moves stiffly and shuffles. "They said you had something no one else could recognise, and that's when they call me."
You wouldn't think he's a multi-millionaire, let alone a flamboyant magician.