Marcos Diaz (naturalrebel) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-07-27 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, kurt wagner (bamfing), ~2019 july, ~40 points, ~~marcos diaz (naturalrebel) |
WHO Marcos Diaz & OTA
WHAT Arriving in MV
WHEN Saturday evening
WHERE Streets of town
WARNINGS Language
STATUS Open | Incomplete
Marcos felt such a swirl of emotions fighting for dominance. They'd been in the car, racing after Lorna's powers in the grid, when the power just went out. The whole grid got shut down. He jumped out of the car, tried in vain to find some kind of answer, but no one had any for him. There was a very good chance that Lorna and their daughter were dead, that whatever the Inner Circle had tried to do had failed and they'd paid the ultimate price for it.
He sunk down to his knees in the middle of the road, his powers swelling up from within at the pain, anguish and anger he felt. Light manifested in his hands. Marcos could only keep his palms up and sort of away as light engulfed him. He couldn't lose them. They couldn't be dead. This was Lorna Dane. The world couldn't not have her in it. He couldn't live in a world without her in it. She'd saved his life, showed him what love was and how to fight for what was right.
Blood rushed past his ears, his heart was beating wildly, but eventually the sound of car horns broke through the fog. Marcos felt his powers dissipate as he looked up. John was gone. Clarice, the Struckers, they were gone. He wasn't even where he was supposed to be.
"What the fuck?" he mumbled as he scrambled out of the street. It was dark out still, but the power was obviously on. He didn't recognize any of his surroundings. "What the fuck is going on?" he said, this time stronger, louder, and a hell of a lot angrier.