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maskormenace2018-02-03 10:06 am
accelerate) wrote in maskormenace2018-02-03 10:06 am
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[ in a bid to try and remember the memories he has lost to flashpoint — a realisation our fast hero hasn't had yet — barry turns to the realm of fandom. what better way to jog his memory than to write some fic? isn't that what the therapists told a young bartholomew allen? (he doesn't know. this isn't his first piece of memory fan fiction.) ]
[ this graces the network in the middle of the night. ]
The air crackles with golden electricity. Slick with ice is the street the Flash skids along, easily pulling himself to a confident standing position despite the ice on his shoes and the slightly poor finish to his run.
Captain Cold stands before him, Cold Gun in hand. His parka covers most of his face, and his goggles are as blue as the fabric. "Hello, Flash," he purrs.
"Captain Cold," the Flash says, a little respectively. "What brings you out so late?"
Captain Cold almost shrugs. "I was bored," he drawls. "The nighttime circuit around here isn't as fun as it used to be."
"You can blame your friends for that," says the Flash. He stand with his hands on his skinny hips, face a blur when the captain studies him.
Captain Cold's lips twist. "Want to have some fun, Flash?"
The Flash shakes his head. "No thanks. I've had enough fun for today."
"Oh well," Captain Cold almost pouts. "Save a dance for me next time. I've got my best dancing shoes on."
"And best dance floor," The Flash nods toward the thin layer of ice on the street.
It's now Captain Cold shrugs. "Call it practice. Giving to the poor what they want."
"And what's that?"
"I'll tell you later," he smirks. "During our next dance."
The Flash doesn't look displeased. Glancing at the Cold Gun and then back at Captain Cold, he nods his head, knowing that this is it.
"See you around, Captain." The Flash doesn't take off immediately, glancing at the Rogue who is almost like a friend. With another respectful nod, he's zipping along the street, a little clumsily on the thin ice as he disappears into the night.
Captain Cold watches him go with a little smile.
[ this graces the network in the middle of the night. ]
UN: BEARY
The air crackles with golden electricity. Slick with ice is the street the Flash skids along, easily pulling himself to a confident standing position despite the ice on his shoes and the slightly poor finish to his run.
Captain Cold stands before him, Cold Gun in hand. His parka covers most of his face, and his goggles are as blue as the fabric. "Hello, Flash," he purrs.
"Captain Cold," the Flash says, a little respectively. "What brings you out so late?"
Captain Cold almost shrugs. "I was bored," he drawls. "The nighttime circuit around here isn't as fun as it used to be."
"You can blame your friends for that," says the Flash. He stand with his hands on his skinny hips, face a blur when the captain studies him.
Captain Cold's lips twist. "Want to have some fun, Flash?"
The Flash shakes his head. "No thanks. I've had enough fun for today."
"Oh well," Captain Cold almost pouts. "Save a dance for me next time. I've got my best dancing shoes on."
"And best dance floor," The Flash nods toward the thin layer of ice on the street.
It's now Captain Cold shrugs. "Call it practice. Giving to the poor what they want."
"And what's that?"
"I'll tell you later," he smirks. "During our next dance."
The Flash doesn't look displeased. Glancing at the Cold Gun and then back at Captain Cold, he nods his head, knowing that this is it.
"See you around, Captain." The Flash doesn't take off immediately, glancing at the Rogue who is almost like a friend. With another respectful nod, he's zipping along the street, a little clumsily on the thin ice as he disappears into the night.
Captain Cold watches him go with a little smile.
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[ even if it's only in hindsight and to save his sorry butt... ]
Look, Dibny. I'm from 2015.
I don't know when I was supposed to be on a beach, let alone why I'd be alone with Barry.
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If you want the more scientific explanation, ask Barry or Cisco.
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[because even if it's kind of cool that they understand that stuff? ralph doubts he's going to get all the technical talk.]
but that means i'm from the future? that's kind of cool. but it also means you don't really know who i am, right?
[since before a certain bus trip, he'd just been ralph dibny, disgraced ex-cop.]
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Unfortunately, no, I don't know you. Cisco said you're part of our team, but I would've remembered meeting you in person.
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[never mind what ralph's done in his past. that is totally different.]
man, this is weird. okay, well. i'm ralph dibny, and as you can see from my inclusion on the filter
[he is so happy to be on the filter you guys]
i'm on team flash! because i'm a superhero. or kind of one. i mean, i'm still pretty new and i don't even have a name yet, but i have a suit! that's really ugly.
hey, if cisco's from my future, do you think he's made me a better suit yet?
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The Trickster's the one who gets into the most "trouble," and even that's more weird than criminal.
[ she's never going to understand the friendship they have with their rogues, but she loves every moment of it. ]
Well, welcome to the team! As for the suit and/or codename, you'll have to ask Cisco. I've got zero involvement there.
We'll get you situated too. What Porter city do you live in?
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[see, at least ralph started out a good guy! so it's the same, but it's also different.]
oh believe me, i've been asking him for months. MONTHS. but no, all i've got is the stretchy grey blah number. it's terrible.
heropa! fitting, right? it's got hero in the name.
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[ ah well, if anyone's capable of the impossible, it's certainly Cisco Ramon. ]
Haha yeah! That's where Barry and I live too.
I used to work there too, before I got my current job in De Chima.
We certainly wouldn't mind giving you the grand tour, or at least showing you where we hang out.
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[you know. back on their earth. because that makes total sense.]
a grand tour, huh? i could get on board with that. see the sights, learn where all the cool superhero hangouts are.
[or where they aren't, given the nature of barry's lame bachelor party. but ralph at least knows not to just blurt that out—mostly because it dawns on him halfway through typing it and he backspaces super quick.
although that does lead to another question, asked with all of dibny's usual subtlety and tact.]
hey, speaking of you and allen. are you two a thing here or what?
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idk about cool superhero hangouts, but yeah. that's the general idea.
[ then ralph has to ask that question about her currently non-existent love life, and iris has a sinking suspicion that he isn't asking about barry and iris out of mere curiosity alone... ]
yes?? [ boldfaced lie. ] what kind of question was that??
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[so that's two out of four right there! of course iris is acting normal and ralph would immediately notice if anything were wrong with him, so--maybe not.]\
woah, relax princess! i'm not trying to get my flirt on right now, honest. [scout's honor and everything.] just trying to figure out the status quad since you two are from the past. i mean, you could be here from before you decided to show barry mercy and let him be your boytoy, you know what i mean?
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[ Not the only weird thing, if she stops to really think about it... ]
I guess so.
But even tho we're not married /now/, I know it's only really a matter of time.
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[not that ralph will ever, ever admit to that in public. you know nothing west-allen!
…except for the whole marriage thing, apparently. except the way she puts it is still a little ambiguous, so…]
okay, but when you say you *know*, do you mean like, you know in your heart, or you know in your gut, or you know because ramon already spilled the beans and i don't have to worry about ruining the future or anything? just so we're clear.
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uh.
I don't know what the hell Cisco was supposed to tell me, but I meant that I know thanks to a future byline.
From 2024.
[ brb going to confront Cisco about this.... ]
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[crap this is not this conversation was supposed to go. Fix it ralph!!]
see, it's like back to the future [which he has totally seen BARRY] and you're not supposed to know too much about what happens because otherwise the whole world gets ruined and biff opens a lousy casino and no one actually wants that.
[nailed it.]
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By that logic, neither were you.
But that question makes me think that Barry and I are closer than we are now.
Like legally-binding closer. 🤔
[ . . . okay now she's just being mean. ]
Either way, it sounds like a lot can happen in two years.
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in, you know. his own special way.
also failing in same way.]
well i mean to be fair there's also a lot i didn't tell you, so. that's just like, one thing out of dozens. maybe *hundreds.*
[so the score is clearly still in his favor.]
and yes! yes it can. and a lot can also not happen.
[...]
not that that's what any of us want, for certain things not to happen.
[...right. time to put ralph out of his misery.]
you know what, i'm pretty sure i just heard someone calling for help, so. i'm going to go now. but text me deets about the tour, okay?