Robert Reynolds ☼ THE SENTRY ☀ the void (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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capeandcowllogs2012-08-31 08:20 pm
couldbeavoided) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-31 08:20 pm
Entry tags:
- davesprite | feathery asshole,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- jenny quantum | eclipse,
- julian keller | hellion,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- kate kane | batwoman,
- kenzi | n/a,
- scathach | the shadow,
- terrance ward | trauma,
- † alexander aaron | phobos,
- † bobbi morse | mockingbird,
- † curt connors | n/a,
- † jade harley | witch of space,
- † john egbert | heir of breath,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † max gibson | batwoman,
- † n/a | the midnighter,
- † robert reynolds | the sentry/the void
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. ]
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. ]
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*She's rushing over to you now.* No, no, stay down! Stay down! What happened?
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Whatever that...that thing is, it's dangerous. Very dangerous.
[He was back in therapy, trying to-no. No he wasn't. He was on the sidewalk, next to a girl.]
Don't let those tendrils hit you.
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Hold still, though. I'm not very good at this yet. Um... where were you hurt?
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[And then he was suddenly flung into a fistful of memories. The girl didn't need to know that. He rolled over slightly, exposing his mostly missing right arm, but also more of his back. His back was covered with bruises from where he hit the concrete and burns from where the smokey tentacle hit him.]
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Okay, I... I'll take care of this! Just relax!
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*But she's putting her palms on his back, her upper arms beginning to glow a faint green, moving down her arms into her hands.*
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[He feels the pressure from her hands on his back. It hurts for a moment then suddenly...the pain starts to fade. At least physically, he feels better. Slowly, Connors manages to sit upright and look at the girl who managed to heal him.]
You don't need to worry about the arm. I wouldn't want you to exert your healing power on that, not when there might be others wounded here.
[Damn his nobility.]
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*She is giving you such a Look now that you're up. But she's breathing a bit harder.* I'm trying to find my limits, so why shouldn't I test them?
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...sure, why not. I can't see the harm in trying.
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...um, here goes. *More green light! Brighter green light! ...it doesn't appear to be working, Dr. Connor. Your arm might feel better, though.*
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It certainly looks better. Not whole, obviously, but not as scratched up.