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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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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