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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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Or is this exclusive to being an American-talking-to-a-Brit thing?
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You'd sound intelligent even when talking to someone from the West
British accents have that sort of superior power
Even Mel B sounds smarter than me
Yorkshire accent??? Even the name sounds posh
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One of five Spice Girls
Scary Spice
The one who is super loud and super in your face
She is a part of a very famous girl singing group from the 90s who took on personas of their "character traits"
And made a really cool movie here they saved London and performed their first concert ever with great reviews
You are seriously missing out if you have not seen this movie
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On a bus!
It went right over the London bridge and up it went and the Spice Girls saved the day by making sure it wasn't rattled and detonated
I think it was Posh's Little Gucci dress that saved the day tbh
[ ftr, this is meant to be read with a really dramatic voice. it was a massive deal. the bus looked so real. ]
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[Look, it's worth asking. Apparently these are real people, not characters, and given the crazy off-the-wall bullshit he's seen here, this actually isn't so unbelievable.]
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[ that's ... barry should've just circled y or n. ]
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These are called mockumentaries, yes?
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Yes
But
Is it really mocking when it's the best film of all time AND it's believable?
[ yes. ]
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You are going to be eating your words when you see this film
It will change your life more than it has already been changed just talking about it!
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You're afraid of change
But this is a good kind of change
And I'm here to hold your hand if need be
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We don't like it because it's brilliant
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Did you find a download by chance?
[ don't enable this, alfie. ]
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And then we can watch
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