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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Don't--do that. That thing you just did. That's the opposite of what you should do.
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((feel free to skip over jade until the healing is all done or whenever))
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His tail lashes a bit ineffectively and he's finally forced to exhale a little harder than he would have liked.]
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*Her hands leave his lacerated back, now moving up to the wings, hovering over the obviously broken bone.* Okay, this. This is probably going to hurt a lot. But it will get better! Really! *And then her hands touch those wings directly, more green light flowing from her palms into those bent appendages.
Dave might be able to feel bone knitting back together.
It's probably painful as shit.*
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[Davesprite pulls his arms up over his head as she feels her hands move, nearly crunching his glasses against the ground as he grinds his face against the floor. God it hurts. And grinding his head into the floor is making his concussion worse.
He can't take it for more than a minute. His tail lashes again violently, trying to knock Feferi away from him out of reflex.]
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I'm fine. Its fine. Just leave it.
[Not fine at all, actually. He pulls up his arms to pillow his head on them, hoping for a moment's respite.
All that actually ends up happening is that he passes out]
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She takes his wings in her hands and once more, that green channel of energy starts moving from her hands into his body. After a few more minutes, when she removes her hands, the wings are no longer bent.
Of course, she has no idea that he has a concussion. And by the time she takes her hands away, she... sways a bit where she kneels. There's sweat dotting her brow. Her eyes are a little unfocused.*
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Thank you. But are you okay?
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...I think sitting down is a good idea.
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Maybe it's because they're new then?
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Ooh, it feels like my oxygen sacs are burning...
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