64th Century Exile

RP Blog for Abra Kadabra (DC Comics; canon-divergent)

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

It was unusual for speedsters to be in Metropolis, unless there was a charity race with Superman. But Flash proved to be genuine, and his companion wasn’t causing any trouble.

The SCU armor was modular for ease of replacement, mainly protecting the head and torso. Harry quietly submitted to the measurements, and soon they were done.

Of course Wally couldn’t help but make fun smalltalk with the staff, keeping them somewhat entertained while everything was taken care off. At the end of it, everything had gone the way they wanted to and Flash smiled brightly as they were ready to leave.

“Thanks again guys, and don’t forget I’ll come buy next Saturday, promise,” he waved at them amused. Soon after, he turned to Harry. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

[64th-century-exile]

"It was not so bad," Harry nodded. Flash had kept the people occupied, so that Harry didn't need to speak much with them. It was strange: in his native era, he'd craved attention. But now that he had to worry about being mistaken for his counterpart, he was avoiding attention... and working hard to be useful and obedient.

Which is exactly what the System intended for me, Harry thought. And he shuddered a moment at the realization.

"The Watchtower has training facilities, correct?" He'd kept his distance, using the communication links allowed in his residence to do his work for the League.

[flashgotthis]

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Harry started to nod, but it wouldn’t do any good because he was behind Flash at the moment. “I see,” he replied instead. There was too much he didn’t know, and what few records he’d seen of the times past this current era were… inaccurate, or did not indicate when the disaster would occur.

As Flash opened the door, Harry entered the building and promptly sidestepped to let Flash through. Then he’d fall back into line behind the hero.

He smiled at Harry as he passed him by. Wally wasn’t even surprised, since Harry seemed very adamant about certain things and it felt like this was one of them.

So he went on ahead and easy greeted the person at the front desk with a wave and an easy “Hello.” Said person startled only because it was Flash, rather than their own City’s hero, before she relaxed again. “Sorry to barge in like that,” Flash smiled sheepishly. “But me and my friend here have a request, hoping that you guys can help.”

[64th-century-exile]

It was unusual for speedsters to be in Metropolis, unless there was a charity race with Superman. But Flash proved to be genuine, and his companion wasn’t causing any trouble.

The SCU armor was modular for ease of replacement, mainly protecting the head and torso. Harry quietly submitted to the measurements, and soon they were done.

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“My records did not indicate this technology was available so soon,” Harry admitted.

Then he answered Flash’s question. “Of course you would need to speak on my behalf. They do not know who I am… but if you request body armor for your assistant, they will listen to a hero of your reputation.”

“It’s still fairly new,” Wally admitted. “So far, or as I’m aware, only we have it. Or…Batman has it, since he built it with J’onn. The, ah, the Martian.”

Amused, Wally shrugged. “I didn’t say I’d let you go in alone. Just standing beside you and vouching for you would be enough I’m sure. If they can spare a some of the armor, just saying. But it’s fine. I’ll do the talk,” he said easily as he went ahead and opened the door to the building for Harry.”

[64th-century-exile]

Harry started to nod, but it wouldn't do any good because he was behind Flash at the moment. "I see," he replied instead. There was too much he didn't know, and what few records he'd seen of the times past this current era were... inaccurate, or did not indicate when the disaster would occur.

As Flash opened the door, Harry entered the building and promptly sidestepped to let Flash through. Then he'd fall back into line behind the hero.

[flashgotthis]

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Harry followed, keeping a yard’s distance between himself and Flash so that his longer stride didn’t risk tangling with the hero’s.

“It is also a basic safety measure,” he noted. “Teleporting into an area already occupied by another… object, would damage both.”

“That’s also true,” Wally agreed with a nod. “I don’t think it ever happened however. The system was quite refined by the time we actually put it to use. But that’s what Batman just does. Planning ahead,” he shrugged somewhat, quite confident in his teammates planning.

Rounding a corner, Flash didn’t get slower per se, but he did change some of his pace. “Ah, there we are. Do you want to talk since you know what you’re looking for specifically or should I ease into it?”

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“My records did not indicate this technology was available so soon,” Harry admitted.

Then he answered Flash’s question. “Of course you would need to speak on my behalf. They do not know who I am... but if you request body armor for your assistant, they will listen to a hero of your reputation.”

[flashgotthis]

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“It was not bad,” Harry agreed quietly. He looked around, though the skyline was unfamiliar to him. Then again, he was not that familiar with Central City… let alone any other city in this era. Harry had tried studying about this world, though he’d had to spend far more time unlearning what the 64th century records had told him.

“Lead the way.” He didn’t want to waste Flash’s time.

He turned back to Harry and gave him a confident smile before he nodded and turned around towards a door on the roof. Since the other didn’t want him to bring them anywhere with his speed, that meant they’d have to walk a little way. But it wouldn’t be too far.

“It’s just one or two corners away,” he said, so that Harry would know that it was close. “The roofs are always easier to teleport to since it doesn’t draw too much attention. Or scare people. Suddenly appearing does that to many, and that’s something I can attest to.”

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Harry followed, keeping a yard's distance between himself and Flash so that his longer stride didn't risk tangling with the hero's.

"It is also a basic safety measure," he noted. "Teleporting into an area already occupied by another... object, would damage both."

[flashgotthis]

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“I am ready,” Harry stated. Or as ready as he would be; wasting any more time on his emotions was an error. 

He waited for Flash to move him to the teleporter’s location…

He gave Harry a big grin before he gave the go via the communicator. A moment later they started to dematerialize and then materialize in another location, on a roof that would prevent anyone to stare at them for suddenly being there. But at least they made it safely from A to B.

“Here we are,” Flash declared easily and zipped over to the edge of the roof, looking over the City. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

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"It was not bad," Harry agreed quietly. He looked around, though the skyline was unfamiliar to him. Then again, he was not that familiar with Central City... let alone any other city in this era. Harry had tried studying about this world, though he'd had to spend far more time unlearning what the 64th century records had told him.

"Lead the way." He didn't want to waste Flash's time.

[flashgotthis]

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A pause, and Harry’s face fell as he digested Flash’s words. “Oh, it is not adjustable gear. I am used to being able to alter my clothing for my needs; pardon me.”

“Very well. The transporter seems more efficient than using an entire vehicle just to transport two people.” He stood, trying to pull himself together and resume a neutral expression.

Ah, that made sense. Somehow. At least that would deal with one problem, the right size. That handled, Wally smiled at him when he chose the teleporter.

“Perfect! Just give me a second,” he smiled and politely turned a bit away while he contacted whoever was currently in charge of the teleporter. He offered a brief explanation before he gave Harry a thumb up. “Ready?”

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“I am ready,” Harry stated. Or as ready as he would be; wasting any more time on his emotions was an error. 

He waited for Flash to move him to the teleporter’s location...

[meindraws]

I’ve not drawn this little terror in forever.

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“You should not have to carry me anywhere; this is not an emergency. And it would be far more efficient just to carry the armor itself back here, rather than carry me to Metropolis and back. I am supposed to give more than I take; such inefficiency defeats the purpose.”

“Perhaps it would be best that I wait here for your return. After such an… outburst, it is unlikely that I am fit company for strangers.”

Was he really hearing this? “Harry…,” Wally sighed quietly, trying to think of arguments to show that it really wouldn’t be a bother. Because it wasn’t. It would take literally seconds.

“I mean…I could get the stuff here. But how will I know it’s what you want or need? Is it just…I just ask for it and everything is one and the same so I can’t bring the wrong one??”

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A pause, and Harry’s face fell as he digested Flash’s words. “Oh, it is not adjustable gear. I am used to being able to alter my clothing for my needs; pardon me.”

“Very well. The transporter seems more efficient than using an entire vehicle just to transport two people.” He stood, trying to pull himself together and resume a neutral expression.

[flashgotthis]

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Harry jerked back and almost bounced off the back of the couch, eyes wide. “I dare not be such a burden to you! It is presumptuous enough to expect you to run halfway across the country… but demanding that you carry me as well?! Never!”

He clutched at the couch’s armrest, trying to regain control. “Surely there is some form of body armor available in this city, even if it is of lesser quality…”

Wally blinked confused at Harry’s reaction and tilted his head to the side when the other was saying something about it beimg presumptuous. “Uh…,” Wally said at first. “I…I carry people around all the time. It literaly just takes seconds but…” Maybe it was about being carried. Maybe Harry just didn’t like that and that was perfectly fine with Wally.

“I mean…we have other means too, you know? I could borrow a Javelin.” Even if he wasn’t the best flier. “Or…or use the teleporter? We have one.” Why settle for lesser quality if there was one on this planet and perfectly reachable??

[64th-century-exile]

"You should not have to carry me anywhere; this is not an emergency. And it would be far more efficient just to carry the armor itself back here, rather than carry me to Metropolis and back. I am supposed to give more than I take; such inefficiency defeats the purpose."

"Perhaps it would be best that I wait here for your return. After such an... outburst, it is unlikely that I am fit company for strangers."

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“And how am I to reach Metropolis?” Harry asked. “I know better than to enter the Hunter’s – Batman’s city. Though both of them are still too far away from here.”

“If there is no closer source of material… then I must do what I must.”

“Harry, Harry,” Wally tsked amused and shook his head. “You’re speaking to me! I can get you to Metropolis within seconds, a minute if you want to take a scenic route, really,” he chuckled. “Do you want to go to Metropolis? See the big City while we’re at it??”

[64th-century-exile]

Harry jerked back and almost bounced off the back of the couch, eyes wide. “I dare not be such a burden to you! It is presumptuous enough to expect you to run halfway across the country... but demanding that you carry me as well?! Never!”

He clutched at the couch’s armrest, trying to regain control. “Surely there is some form of body armor available in this city, even if it is of lesser quality...”

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“There are enough of the Special Crimes Units personnel to guard two of the largest cities in this country. Could either of them spare a suit of body armor? Provided that I can learn to work within it, there are enough nanites available to re-color the armor.”

“I would construct it myself, but…” A small sigh. “There is insufficient volume to form an armored matrix.”

“Mhhh, I mean..it never hurts to ask, right?” Flash hummed thoughtfully. “The worst that could happen is that they say no. At least, that’s the worst I can think of,” he shrugged slightly amused. “Do you want me to go there and ask?” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Or would you rather go there by yourself? Either way, I’ll be with you.”

He wouldn’t want Harry to do this alone, he seemed anxious at the best of times.

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“And how am I to reach Metropolis?” Harry asked. “I know better than to enter the Hunter’s -- Batman’s city. Though both of them are still too far away from here.”

“If there is no closer source of material... then I must do what I must.”

[flashgotthis]

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“Silver as the main color; a ward against evil in the mystical sense… probably inspired by its scientific use against disease organisms. And blue, for loyalty. Yes, a loyal defender; that is what I must be.”

Harry rubbed his chin, thinking. “But I must not waste my energies on defending myself – not when they are needed to defend others. Is there some way to access any armor at all, Flash?”

He listened to the other going off about colors. It was…kinda adorable, how deeply Harry thought about it. Blue and Silver was a classic combination anyway, it would never go out of style.

“Good choices,” Wally smiled with a nod. “But you will have to defend yourself so you can defend others. Taking care of oneself is crucial to be in good shape so one can help others,” Wally said to make sure that Harry wouldn’t just…well, run himself ragged. “My suit was made by my mentor and well, I can do it too. But it’s not really armor.” Seeing how he had to use material that could withstand his speed, not defend himself. “I can ask Bats, he has resources and can point me in the right direction. We might even have some leftover stuff stashed somewhere that we can repurpose.”

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"There are enough of the Special Crimes Units personnel to guard two of the largest cities in this country. Could either of them spare a suit of body armor? Provided that I can learn to work within it, there are enough nanites available to re-color the armor."

"I would construct it myself, but..." A small sigh. "There is insufficient volume to form an armored matrix."

[albertserra]

This is so embarrassing I...

[azpunkdotcom]

can you delete this

[puppyrogue]

#puppyrogue#muse sorta#except height difference between Ax and Abra would be even more

     #except height difference between Ax and Abra would be even more

[64th-century-exile]

It would be. Abra is 6′6″ instead of 6′3″ and three inches height difference is the space between the mouth and the eyes.

And I keep seeing Axel being drawn in the comics as a Smol Bean, almost a head shorter than the other Rogues. (who are 6′ tall give or take an inch or two). If the other Rogues would be on eye level with Abra’s chin, then Ax is tiny. :)

[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“You feel such loss because humans are still allowed individuality in this era. I am still learning that… and it is confusing.” He sighed softly. “The only means of expressing approval of an individual that I could find was the applause of the audience, in the ancient recordings about stage magic.” 

“Comfort – and so many other concepts – do not have words in my original era; they were not allowed acknowledgment.”

That…made sense. In a weird way. How would one experience this, when never knowing it? Wally had never looked at it from that angle and…well..now he understood why it was so difficult for Harry.

But he could also see that this was a difficult topic altogether for the other and perhaps…something that shouldn’t be unraveled within just one day.

“Individuality…,” Wally began slowly. “It’s a big concept for sure. And I’m here because you wanted to help yeah? Have you thought about a kind of outfit? As in, maybe preferred colors? It doesn’t even have to be a fit or something already.” It wasn’t the smoothest transition for sure, or the most subtle one as this was still within the range of individuality but…maybe that would cheer the other up.

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“Silver as the main color; a ward against evil in the mystical sense... probably inspired by its scientific use against disease organisms. And blue, for loyalty. Yes, a loyal defender; that is what I must be.”

Harry rubbed his chin, thinking. “But I must not waste my energies on defending myself -- not when they are needed to defend others. Is there some way to access any armor at all, Flash?”

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What flavor is your soul?

honey

"sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

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[flashgotthis]

64th-century-exile​:

“The rest of the groupmind did not feel; that was the intention. We were all bioengineered and preprogrammed to be interchangeable… expendable parts.”

Then Flash touched his shoulder. Harry paused, glancing at the red-gloved hand before blinking and returning his gaze to the hero. “Why,” he asked hesitantly, “are you touching me?”

“I ah…sorry, I just meant to offer comfort in a small way,” Wally said with an embarrassed smile and removed his hand slowly. It was difficult to forget that Harry probably wasn’t used to usual things, when he seemed so human in every way.

“What I meant is not the groupmind, and how they perceived it. I meant how anyone, any individual, would feel if that were to happen to them. The thought alone makes me nervous, makes me sad for anyone I might have known or will get to know. People leave marks, people leave memories, you know? Even now, the both of us are making memories. If you were to suddenly vanish, then I would feel that. I would notice the space being empty that you occupied.”

[64th-century-exile]

“You feel such loss because humans are still allowed individuality in this era. I am still learning that... and it is confusing.” He sighed softly. “The only means of expressing approval of an individual that I could find was the applause of the audience, in the ancient recordings about stage magic.” 

“Comfort -- and so many other concepts -- do not have words in my original era; they were not allowed acknowledgment.”