🎶 | @BLITZBALLING // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| IT is not a mere signal, but a MELODY. Harsh noise cradling a man's skull, gripping him TIGHT with a throttling hold, the astrophysicist handles this situation not with grace but with his own BLOOD. The way the city shifts is none too different from his own mental state when overwhelmed —— yet not too similar, either. Never before has he witnessed sights such as THESE. Never before has those gentle grey eyes taken in angry swirls of dark matter energy, smoking craters, and UTTER silence like this. He knows well that he's meant to RUN, to FIGHT, but the cold hand of fear which grips him is violent, relentless. ❝ … WHAT … IS … THIS --?❞
HANDS relentlessly grip against the sides of his skull. Pulsating ANGRY blues, if he had power, the city would not be SAFE from a man's unchecked rage. Tears burning, he crouches where he stands; a prime target, perhaps, but the violence that curls within his bones MUST STAY IN CHECK. ❝Hold it together … You can HANDLE this …❞
