tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; September 15th, night
Rating; PG
Characters; The Sorrow (

horrible_penny )
Summary; Sorrow tests his channeling power in the City, on a City!Dead: Penny.
Log; (

Channeling would have to be a labor of focus. Distraction, interference, none of it had any place here tonight. The radio on the armrest, set to send a prerecorded message to a few friends if he didn't live to disarm it, was only so much consolation in the face of his solemn task. He had told himself not to try this, especially on her, but in the end he realized that his cautious instinct may not work so well, here in the City. He needed all the skills and talents he had in order to defend himself and his allies in this perilous place, and so he would have to attempt it someday.

Penny was a perfect candidate, too, and for thinking that he felt a stab of pain. If he hurt her somehow, he would never forgive himself...but she was gentle, open, willing, and thoroughly normal. This ensured that whatever she would try to do with his body, while she had any control of it, would be harmless and innocent. If it went well, he would know that he could bring City spirits into himself and allow them some power, hopefully enough for them to employ their skills while under his jurisdiction. It did invite a second test afterward, this one using a spirit with magical or otherwise supernatural talent, but the process had to come in little steps.

But if it didn't work...he sat down hard in his chair and bowed his head. If it didn't work, Penny could be disembodied, or trapped within him, or displace him permanently. The imagination wandered so far, into so many consequences, that he closed his eyes and forced them away. He had thought of them a hundred times since asking her to take this upon herself, and she said she knew what could happen. He didn't believe her, but he had to put some amount of trust in her anyway, because she was a courageous woman and could stand on her own feet. He had to remember that. But woman or man, strong or weak, no one was ready to think of their own death, or the death of a friend. Or worse.

As he gripped the armrest, trying to calm and steady his mind, he waited for the knock on the door.

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Because if you do nothing, the world will indeed be worse. Imagine the state of the world without those who do good. Don't look at the world now and say, How can I change it? Look at the world and say, Without me, this would be much worse.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, in a place he tried hard to ignore and even harder to forget, he wondered -- did he really believe that? What had his last legacy been? Was he forgetting that people, despite their best efforts, often left dark and bloody footprints across time?

a flash of light, a sea of black

If he hadn't met her again in the rain --

steel barrel smoking in the downpour

-- if he hadn't fallen in love with her in the first place --

ghost eyes see gold hair as gray-blonde

-- would she really have lost herself, in the end?

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