couldbeavoided: (BOB/won't like me when I'm angry)
Robert Reynolds ☼ THE SENTRY ☀ the void ([personal profile] couldbeavoided) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-08-31 08:20 pm

beneath the black, the sky looks dead

WHO: THE VOID and YOU?
WHERE: Around the City and the Brooklyn Bridge
WHEN: Sunday, 8/2
WARNINGS: Violence, death, chaos
SUMMARY: The Sentry loses control.
FORMAT: Quick.


[ There was no abrupt revelation, no struggle; when Robert Reynolds had opened his eyes that day, the Sentry was simply nowhere to be found. He'd flown from the mansion into the sky, a poisonous oily creature wearing Bob's skin and the Sentry's clothes until even that began to shed. Red eyes and an aura like fire and toxic ash, sharp tendrils coiling out behind and around him like sentient shadows.

Years. Years here, trapped, ignored, denied. Bob was done fighting, and hurting; his mind went blank so that someone else could use his body to fight back. But it was his body, too -- the Void celebrated his freedom by flying into the sky, raising his arms and calling upon the sky to darken in deep reds and purples. Clouds collected and rain started pouring; he raised his face to the rain and smiled, before he dropped from the sky and flew cleanly through the Brooklyn Bridge. ]
cawky: (☼ some forever gone)

open like an open thing

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite had a lot of things on his mind, as of late. People were coming and going, a few of his friends had been experiencing trouble from the hellbus activity, in addition to his own usual issues. It was usualy easily brushed off with a candy bar or two, or a walk around the City.

He had been in the middle of both when the sky turned dark.

After what had happened last week, Davesprite wasn't about to sit idle. He turned to shift, the spirograph on his neck glowing to release his spriteform, taking off to the air. In that brief moment, he'd be struck from behind by one of those ominous tendrils, halting him in his tracks.

The world is a light with green fire, a platform that almost appears to exist in hell itself. Davesprite isn't alone, he's battered and beaten, bleeding a brilliant golden and missing a wing. He's trying to follow the movements of a creature that's too fast to keep an eye on, a creature with a black shell and the face of a dog, with great black wings that easily exceed 6 ft in length. The creature has a sword, and he's not shy about using it.

Dave isn't alone. The next time he's struck down, he struggles to get back up as he looks over just in time to watch a taller male with similar sunglasses get stabbed straight through the chest. Dave doesn't move again after that.


The sprite gasps sharply from the reality of the memory, glancing down to realize he's been impaled for a brief moment before another memory assaults him.

TG: thats it i cant take it anymore
TG: it was such a huge mistake prototyping seppucrow with this useless mindnumbing jackass
TG: im going back
TT: Already?
TG: what do you mean already shit took 4 goddamn months
TG: or something
TG: i dont know im kind of losing track of how long its been with all this time hopping


It hurts. The conversation is physically painful. It takes a lot of energy to just stay in the air.

TG: we cant finish the game with a dead heir and witch
TT: We don't know Jade is dead for sure.
TG: yeah well she had a big fucking meteor bearing down on her and we never heard from her again
TG: or the trolls for that matter
TG: after they tricked john into skipping way ahead and getting his ass handed to him by the denizen
TG: i guess once they managed to sabotage us they were done with us
TG: and since john died he couldnt get jade in on time so whether shes alive or not shes as good as dead from our perspective
TG: only thing left to do is change all that


He knows what comes next and he tries to banish the memory, or to struggle away from the tentacle. It lands him on the ground, but not before it finishes.

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it'll continue to exist, and I'll just be alone here forever?
TT: I'm not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word "self" and still understand what we're talking about.
TG: the true purpose is to make a sprite that doesnt make me want to flog myself raw with my own brain stew
TG: anything else is gravy
TT: If my past self can wake up sooner, maybe I'll be the one to visit you first this time.
TT: I'll fly by and remind you you're already awake and don't know it.
TG: yeah thatd be cool i guess
TG: im gonna go now
TT: Good luck.


What happens next is almost too hard to follow. A reversal of time, the merging with a bird and sword, and the erasure of life in general. The girl he had been speaking to, a blond the age of 13 with lavender colored eyes, fades to nonexistance with the rest of Davesprite's life as he leaps backward in time.


Dave had failed in his quest to stay in the air -- he wasn't sure if he had broken anything, but he knew he had to get up. Had to get up and fight off whatever was coming.

Thinking about that made it easier to forget the terror welling in his gut, the incredible urge to throw up on the sidewalk. It made him ignore the fact that he was shaking, that his glasses were slightly askew and that his bright red eyes had shrunken in fear.]
Edited (this is what i get for typing on my phone im sorry) 2012-09-02 16:39 (UTC)
cawky: (☼ must still)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-02 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's weak from the strain, but he's by no means down for the count. The moment's he's been forced to relive are some of the worst in his life, but he's already seen them once.

His teeth clench as he pushes himself off the ground -- stubborn with arms shaking, though very scared somewhere beneath it all. Even if it sucked to relive, there was still the fact that he saw it all.]


What the fuck are you supposed to be?

[Alone at the end of it all. Yeah, he knew it. He knew it for a while. That's what it was going to come down to.]
Edited 2012-09-02 23:40 (UTC)
cawky: (☼ i'm not like the others)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I was looking for a little less drama, but--

[He chokes on the fear that threatens to overwhelm him, and the quip dies somewhere in between. Still, at least he's finally able to get up straight.

If he can just focus long enough, maybe he can summon his sword--]
cawky: (✷ trying to live and love)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-03 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave lets the tentacle hit him, only to reach up to try and grab it to gain some sort of edge -- he's incredibly fast, thanks to his manipulation on time.]

Yeah? Why not?

[He has an idea why not, if this creature is what he claims to be. No, he didn't want to die. Dying was terrifying, which was exactly why it was being held over his head.

He doesn't answer the question about death.]
cawky: (☼ all you motherfuckers)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-03 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite's wings lift to avoid being ensnared by the tentacle, though it doesn't help much when it pins his arm to his side. He lifts his other arm free to try and shove it off, teeth clenching and tail thrashing like a fish out of water.]

Sure sounds like a Sunday. How about you get the fuck off me?

[His wings flap and struggle with the rest of him as he tries to break free, swiping with his free claws at any part he can reach.]
cawky: (☼ turn it on)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-03 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's the end of his smart-ass comebacks, mostly because he's focused on trying to reroute himself with his wings and his power over time. It half works, but he can feel something in his back pull awkwardly when he lands hard on his wings. He can't see behind him, but he's fairly certain he can feel a bit of golden blood leaking somewhere on the concrete.

He pushes his head off the ground, but is forced to stop there while he catches his breath. So much for being able to fight back. It felt a lot like when he had been forced to fight Jack Noir when he was clearly outmatched.

It hurts to think about, and it unearths that awful memory again, and it takes every part of his being to avoid throwing up on the sidewalk. Dave doesn't get up again.]
dogwitch: art by xamag (☀ lost of all faith)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-04 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Jade saw the storm and the strange nature of it immediately sent off warning bells. A quick check of where her friends were told her that a few were in the middle of that storm. And being the worrying type that Jade is, she can't stop herself going to them.

Dave was the closest.

In a crackle of green energy she appears nearby. Seconds later she's on her knees at his side, hands hovering just above him. Unsure if she should touch him or not.
]

Dave? Dave? Please tell me you're alive.
cawky: (☼ its the end of the world)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-04 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Jade. Jade would be the one to see him like this.

His head is still pickled in nightmares and his back and head are killing him, but he tries to roll over anyway so he can get up before that thing comes back--

But that's as far as he gets. Instantly, he regrets even trying to move, wings hanging uselessly on the pavement, bent awkwardly and leaking gold blood still. He can't really focus long enough to form coherent sentences, thanks to how dizzy he is from the impact, but he'll try.]


Yeah.

[Smooth, Strider.]
dogwitch: art by tarecgosa (neophytecherryglare @ tumblr) (☀ just like every other morning before)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-04 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Jade isn't sure on the location of whatever it was that caused this she's more focused on Dave. It only takes her a few moments to assess the injuries she can see. But internal injuries are another matter. Those are the ones she's worried about.]

You shouldn't move. It could make things worse.

[She reaches out for him.] I'm going to take you to the clinic. [She's giving fair warning. Considering how disorientating teleportation can be, especially when unexpected.]
cawky: (☼ i feel)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-04 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
No really, we're cool, we're good, give me a--

[Oh ok, maybe we're not cool or good or anything even remotely close to the two, as the dizziness combined with the fear stewing in his gut nearly causes him to vomit. He's trying to hold himself up, but his arms are shaking and he's really not doing a good job at being cool at all.

His wings hurt, he's so tired of those stupid things hurting, tired of them being broken and useless but he can't even think about that because he just keeps playing all of those horrid scenes over and over in his head and now Jade is upset and that thing might get her too--

Maybe the hospital wasn't such a bad idea after all.]


Ok.
dogwitch: art by xamag (☀ when you dream)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-05 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Jade honestly didn't expect it to be that easy. She'd expected him to be a little more stubborn about it. For a moment she stares at him before gently laying a hand on his shoulder.]

This might leave you feeling worse. I'm sorry. [She doesn't give him time to let that sink in. One moment they're on the street and the next they're in the clinic's lobby.]
cawky: (☼ you're the pretender)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-09-05 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[If he hadn't been so completely caught by surprise and had his ass kicked before he could even blink, he might have fought Jade a little harder. But he doesn't want her mixed up in that shit. They've all been through enough trauma, haven't they?

Davesprite doesn't fit well inside buildings, which immediately becomes apparent once they're crammed into the lobby with his eight foot wingspan. He's too dizzy to shift back, not that it would do much to try. Even with the warning, he's nearly passed out from the transportation, mostly unresponsive after they've stopped moving. The only sign that he's still awake is the very slight quiver in his shoulders.

He's still scared out of his mind.]
dogwitch: (☀ we are all the same)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-05 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jade lets out a small whine once they're in the lobby. She was in such a hurry to get him help that she hadn't bothered to take into consideration the space. A bigger space would be ideal but in his state she couldn't risk another teleport.

She mutters another apology and steps aside to let the nurses near Dave. Jade was fairly certain there was no way they'd be able to move him, not when he was in sprite form. She needed to find a healer. Someone who could get the job done fast and then they wouldn't have to bother with the clinic. ...Even though they were already there.

She closes her eyes and does a search for those with healing abilities. She's unsure if it would work but it is worth a try. She's supposed to be able to find anything after all.

There!

She takes a few more steps back and teleports away.
]

Feferi! Dave needs help!
necronomicod: (whale i never)

[personal profile] necronomicod 2012-09-05 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
*And a certain seatroll-who-wasn't-right-now has been making her way through the streets of the City to try and find other people in need of assistance-- when she's startled by the sudden appearance of a spacey doggy witch girl.* Glub the--

--Jade?!
dogwitch: (☀ starships were meant to fly)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-05 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
No time. Need to go now. [She couldn't risk disorientating Fef with a snatch and teleport so she'd have to go the other route and make herself into a portal. At least she hoped that still worked here.

Jade concentrates and her form becomes somewhat transparent, star filled sky around the edge and in the very center an injured Davesprite laying on the clinic floor.
]

As weird as this sounds just step through me. It'll be less disorientating. ...I think. [In theory.]
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[personal profile] necronomicod 2012-09-05 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't even know what's glubbing on! *Oh nooooo people being hurt! People she sort of KNOWS being hurt!* --is it really okay to just step through you like that? It won't hurt you?
dogwitch: (☀ life is my creation)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jade gives a reassuring smile, although it's kind of hard to see when she's all starry.] It's fine. I don't feel a thing. [Not entirely true, it kind of tickles when she's uses herself as a portal.]
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[personal profile] necronomicod 2012-09-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay... if you're shore, then! Time to be a hero!

*And she jumps through Jade! It's kind of weird!*
dogwitch: (☀ what do you dream about?)

[personal profile] dogwitch 2012-09-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[And once Fef's through Jade appears right behind her. Good thing everyone else is distracted.]
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[personal profile] necronomicod 2012-09-05 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
*Okay! She can do this! Nobody's paying a lot of attention to them, so she moves up to the sprite, giving him a thin little smile.* Um, hi! I'm... not sure where you're hurt! I don't know what to look for on sprites...

...wait, can he even hear me?

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