Robert Reynolds ☼ THE SENTRY ☀ the void (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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capeandcowllogs2012-02-12 05:55 pm
couldbeavoided) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-12 05:55 pm
some say you're troubled, boy
WHO: THE SENTRY, THE VOID, and THE MIDNIGHTER
WHERE: Around the City.
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: UHHH. Probably. Not much?
SUMMARY: On one of Bob's excursions, he runs into a friend.
FORMAT: Whatever!
Each night now, it seemed, Bob lost several hours. He didn't always notice it; sometimes he would be standing in front of the door, staring at it, then suddenly it was much later than he had realized, or suddenly he was across the hall or even in the laboratory without remembering moving. There was simply black space where the time had gone in his thoughts, no recollection.
It reminded him of darker days, the days when the Sentry and the Void were separate beings and he couldn't predict what the Void would do to sabotage him. But had they ever been? Where they any different now than they used to be?
Now he was flying, not to anywhere in particular. He skulked around the streets as if he were patrolling them, a bright shining caped beacon with ichor-black eyes.
WHERE: Around the City.
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: UHHH. Probably. Not much?
SUMMARY: On one of Bob's excursions, he runs into a friend.
FORMAT: Whatever!
Each night now, it seemed, Bob lost several hours. He didn't always notice it; sometimes he would be standing in front of the door, staring at it, then suddenly it was much later than he had realized, or suddenly he was across the hall or even in the laboratory without remembering moving. There was simply black space where the time had gone in his thoughts, no recollection.
It reminded him of darker days, the days when the Sentry and the Void were separate beings and he couldn't predict what the Void would do to sabotage him. But had they ever been? Where they any different now than they used to be?
Now he was flying, not to anywhere in particular. He skulked around the streets as if he were patrolling them, a bright shining caped beacon with ichor-black eyes.
no subject
He slowed down once they reached a comfortable altitude.
"Where are we going?" He asked, deciding to let the subject of the Void -- or whatever -- drop for as long as Midnighter did. The thought brought a clenched, plunging sensation to his chest.