couldbeavoided: (Default)
Robert Reynolds ☼ THE SENTRY ☀ the void ([personal profile] couldbeavoided) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2011-07-08 12:28 am
  • Add Memory
  • Share This Entry
Entry tags:

I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth

WHO: THE SENTRY and THOR
WHERE: RUSSIA.
WHEN: Late at night.
WARNINGS: Idk feel free to aVOID this one.
SUMMARY: While conspiracy theorists rave on about what was behind that attack on a Russian cityblock, one Golden Guardian and another Golden-haired God fly over just to alleviate anxiety.
FORMAT: whatevah


Bob's feet landed on a rooftop lightly, barely perceptible in the pitch darkness of the evening. The block was not completely reconstructed and there was no electricity yet to expose his presence there.

Russia. He wasn't sure why he'd come, or why he'd come tonight, but more and more his thoughts had been drifting. He'd seen rippling darkness, violent red storm clouds, heard Russian voices over the sound of still darkness. He didn't know what it meant, exactly (or he didn't want to) but here he was, all the same.

Feeling unsettled, Bob rose back into the air again, the wind lightly rippling through his cape and his hair.
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-10 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The Sentry was fast, and the distance between them wasn't getting any smaller. The clouds rolled back before them. They would do nothing to slow the Sentry, and Thor needed what light the moon could give, and he needed to be heard. "Robert!"
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY/pressure)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Suddenly Bob dived lower toward the sea, until he flying only feet above the water. He cast a fearful look upward.

"What do you want?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
If it couldn't be called suspicious behavior, it was certainly strange. Thor said nothing until he was close enough to be heard easily over the waves. "Why do you flee?"
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY/flying)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-11 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Because you're--!" Bob took a breath inward, catching his breath before he realized he was speaking to a voice he recognized. He turned, looking at Thor over his shoulder.

"Thor?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-12 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye." Thor slowed, plainly wary. "Why do you return to Russia?"
couldbeavoided: (VOID/liar)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-12 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Because I had--" I had a dream about it. "I wanted to see if there were any answers. About what happened..." he said, after a long hesitation. "Why are you here, Thor?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-12 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"The same," Thor admitted. It was difficult to fault him for that, but there was another unanswered question, one he hesitated to ask. "Come, we'll speak on land." He turned and flew back toward the shore.
Edited 2011-07-12 19:16 (UTC)
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY/you will be tested)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Bob nodded, waiting in the air for a moment before he flew after Thor, landing where the water met the ground. He shook his hair free of water like a dog would, then wrung out his cape between his hands.

"What is it?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thor frowned at that. How could he not know?

"You fled from me as though from death's own touch. Why? Who did you think me?"
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY/I can't)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-16 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't sure. It was too dark to see, you could have been..." Bob hesitated for a moment, letting go of his cape. "Anyone."

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
The last of the storm was moving again. A curtain of rain swept over them.

Thor stepped closer, feeling keenly the muddy earth, the slither of wet grass, the weight of uncertainty. So many things rested on the truth, but the Sentry's eyes held nothing but an inscrutable glow.

"Robert." He laid a hand on his shoulder. The Sentry - Robert Reynolds, for that matter - was his friend, he believed that; and no matter how terrible his answer, he would help him. Somehow. "Are you certain?"
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY&VOID/allegorical)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-21 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
It took several moments before Bob tried to look at Thor, let alone meet his eyes. When he tilted his head up finally his hair fell into his face, guarding his expression. The glow in his eyes faded.

"Of -- no, I'm--" He looked away. "Certain of what?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-22 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"This story you tell," Thor said, tilting his head to follow the Sentry's eyes. "Is there nothing more you would say?"
couldbeavoided: (SENTRY/flying)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-23 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
He turned up his head, looking at Thor and hoping that his expression didn't betray his fear.

"Do you think I'd be here for another reason?"

[identity profile] godofnicehair.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye." It came without hesitation. "Would that I could think of none." He paused. "Can you swear to me that nothing is amiss, and all you say is true?"
couldbeavoided: (Default)

[personal profile] couldbeavoided 2011-07-23 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Bob drew back, turning his body away. When he finally spoke, his voice took on a nervous lilt that he couldn't extinguish: "I don't know, I can't... I didn't do anything that I remember."
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only