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Green Arrow #8 - "Unfinished Business" (2024)

Green Arrow #8 - "Unfinished Business" (2024)

Green Arrow #7 - "Homecoming?" (2023)

(I am)Excited/happy: Waku waku (suru) (Maybe maybe like steps being taken or jumping or screaming of joy, no total idea sounds like walk almost, but your guess as good as mine.)

(I am) Nervous but excited: Deki deki (suru)(Sounds like a heartbeating fast 100% sure of this one only Siound I totally know)

(I am) Angry/Impatient: Ira Ira (suru) (I'm thinking maybe that sound you make when you're angry the little growl like irrrr or maybe more of an errrrr usually in frustration)

The phenomenon was extremely disorienting. As a gentle introduction, the research team had setup a strategically placed lookout. Senator McKenzie bristled quietly while the mousy assistant lowered the platform he'd been instructed to stand on until his eyes level matched a predetermined height. Jzjzjzjzjz Jzjz. Pause. Jzjz jzjzjz. 

"Um okay that should be good." Jzjz. "Yeah. Go ahead and remove your blindfold Mr-- Senator... sir." She clearly wasn't used to addressing politicians. "Without moving your head." she added hastily.

"Well I hope this whole song and dance was worth it." Senator McKenzie sighed gruffily and removed the kitchen towel. Multi-million dollar funding and no one sprung for a real blindfold. 

Senator McKenzie swore. They had him looking out the window at an office building he saw nearly every day. Yet he had never noticed the massive crack in the east face of the building that exposed not the innards of the building, but a matte blackness. Then he blinked and shook his head. The assistant grimaced in sympathy as he swore louder. 

"It'll help if you look directly at it and don't move your focus." She offered.

He grunted in acknowledgement as nodding would only repeat the issue. "Care to tell me what just happened?"

The assistant balked for a moment. "Oh, um sure. Dr. Spacemen said he would explain it to you. But, uh, he's running a bit late."

"Miss Turner, was it?" 

"Ms."

"Ms. Turner just tell him something to help me wrap my head around whatever it is I'm seeing before someone comes around to commit me." 

"Right. Well the phenomenon isn't so much the crack as it the perception of the crack. We can only see the crack while standing within in a certain area, which is entirely encompassed by the facility. No matter where in the field of effect you stand, the crack always appears to be directly in front and of you and the same distance away. Having had several people essentially tract the crack onto a sheet of paper we know that everyone sees the same shape. Animals seem to react to it as well. Cameras capture it. But we can't determine a cause and we can't take any physical measurements on it."

"Right." 

Over the course of the next three years, the phenomenon's area of influence expanded to cover the globe. The crack grew from a bearable irritation to a global disease that rendered sight useless. Until the gaping maw of undefined blackness appeared to shatter like a plane of glass and scatter on the winds.