Commander Cold

This is an independent ask/roleplay account for Commander Cold, a member of the Reverse Flash Task Force (RFTF), the Renegades. Tag: theothercold

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Update

Hey, so, I’m not dead, but I am sort of retiring this blog. Mostly I’m moving Anders over to CommanderAnders, which is a sideblog off of my Owen Mercer account. There isn’t any rebooting going on or anything. It’s mostly to make it easier for me to keep up with the boys.

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[[Insert extremely exasperated Commander face here.]]

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adeadmonarch:

… You know one of these days I’m going to be able to ask you if you want to go get a drink without it following a really, really crappy set of days. 

For now I guess I’ll just casually remind you about the bottle in the fridge. 

[[At least he takes you up on that offer these days. Rather than sitting in his office alone. It could be worse.]]

One bottle and a bad movie? 

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adeadmonarch:

Good enough. 

Next time one of us shows up here I’m going to chain them to the support beams. At this rate I really don’t think I want to be found if it means this is just going to keep happening. 

I’m... 

Same, more or less.

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adeadmonarch:

I’m calling it a blip for my sanity. 

With how time bends, it’s all the more likely he just got sent back to ‘correct’ it– which means he’ll be fine and where he should be back home. Right?  They never really covered this in training. I’m just going to say that sounds right before I take all his equipment I found and try to figure out how it goes together myself. 

... it’s a possibility. A good one? I’m finding training to be extremely inadequate. More and more.

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Considering he was turned into a child briefly before disappearing... it’s possible to be another ‘blip’, as Charlie calls it.

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adeadmonarch:

“I’m sorry what?” He’s heard of young Rogues before, but young Renegades– And this young? 

Charlie dropped his apron and crossed the floor in record time, eyebrows furrowed up as he looked at Anders And then back at the child and then back to Anders. 

What. 

“Are… you sure?” He squatted down in front of the kid and squinted. Yeah, if he looks real hard, those certainly were his friend’s features. Just. Small. What. Charlie’s voice dropped into a harsh whisper as he squinted more at the little boy’s face. “Was he dropped here like this? What the shit, An’.” 

Anders gives a tired, half-hearted shrug. He’s going back to drinking jet fuel now. “I’m sure. He said so himself, and I’m almost certain that this is our Tyler.”

He’s tried messaging Trix multiple times since finding the boy, but he hasn’t gotten a single message in response. He couldn’t quiet justify taking the two children by a random, unknown place to check. Then, he has technically brought a child to the apartment above Captain Cold’s bar without his parents’ permission. 

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adeadmonarch:

He’d luckily, gracefully, been set out earlier than expected. Having to work morning to evening– at least one of the girls finally found it in his heart to let him out the last two hours. All he wanted to do was sleep and possibly die (again). But, upstairs meant Anders and Annie, even if she was mostly asleep.  Which is fine, he likes the girl well enough. He’ll just say hi, excuse himself for a shower and–

Charlie pushed open the door, bracing for Boomerang to come shove his nose against his knee as a hello. Instead he got nothing, just two ears perked in his direction from the couch.

 Plus two children. Okay. That’s new. 

“… An’, I know you have some serious missing-sibling syndrome going on, but you don’t have to offer yourself out to babysit every single kid that comes into that library right?” 

Anders looks up from his spot on the edge of the bed. He’s definitely not nursing along a seriously questionable looking mug. The Commander certainly isn’t resorting to old habits, drinking liquid energy at unreasonable hours. Nope.

“This one didn’t come into the library,” just happened on Anders and Annie while they were leaving.

“His name is Tyler. Tyler Aucoin.”

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@adeadmonarch

Anders really isn’t sure how to explain this one. Annie’s presence is easy enough. Charlie and he had both known there would be a reasonable chance that he would end up with her over night. Her mother had gone out with a couple of friends to take advantage of a few of the deals.

The little boy he has, also? That one comes with a bit more of an explanation.

At least they’re both asleep at the moment, each on one end of the couch with a couple of blankets carefully tucked around each. Boomerang has somehow fit himself on both.

Now all he can do is wait.

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trixarenotforkids:

Of course they can. Tyler smiles cause he knows that. The girl looks shy and the little boy wants to help her be more comfortable. That’s what a cop would do right? Reassure and comfort scared civilians. Well.. not really all that shy when he sees her wave back.

“Nice to meet y'all. And-ers. Annie. I’m Tyler Aucoin.”

He’s sure to slowly pronounce the man’s name, smiling when it sounds similar. He wants to mention that he thinks he’s in the wrong town too, but doesn’t wanna bother this nice man and his kid with that. As soon as he’s brought to the police, he’s sure they can sort everything out and get him home. “Where is the station? ‘Mnot sure I know what parish this is in..”

The name has Anders choking on his own spit. It’s rare that something can catch him so completely off guard, but this century seems to be full of these incidents. Is it their Tyler or yet another?

“Sorry,” he manages after a moment. Annie is tugging at his pant leg worriedly, asking him if he’s okay. “I think I swallowed a bug.” It’s a poor excuse, but it’ll have to do.

He looks over the boy. Yeah, he can see it. He’s definitely not helping Charlie tonight. “Aucoin, right? I think I might know your parents. You aren’t from this part of the city, right?”

[adeadmonarch]

At least we’re not that busy 

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I... will explain in a bit.

[fluffytherapy]

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trixarenotforkids:

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Anders doesn’t expect to be stopped on the path to the bar. No one ever seems to talk to him, which he’s half convinced has something to do with the fact that he’s so tall. It can be off putting.

Then, the little girl clinging to his hand as they walk might offset that someone. He’d promised her that they would go pick Boomerang up ad head to the park for at least an hour. With the stores as busy as they were, it seems the best idea to get her out without putting her in the middle of any chaos.

Annie tucks herself behind one leg while Anders turns his attention to the boy. He’s young. Too young to be wondering out here alone. “Of course,” he says with a small smile. It’s not his first time dealing with a lost child, “Were you with someone before you got lost?”

Tyler smiles back, happy to have found help so quick. The girl gets a smile and a small wave as a greeting as well. He can see people avoiding them but he doesn’t see why. The man is tall, towering, but he has kind eyes.

“My mom an’ dad but I dunno where they went.” Or really where he was for that matter. This didn’t look like any part of his city he was used to. He turns to look around them. Everyone seems so busy, in a rush to be somewhere. It was nice of this man to slow down for him.

“If they got lost I need-a find them too.”

On a day like today, Anders can only imagine that there are more instances of parents losing sight of their children. There are plenty of people rushing around, and children have a tendency to wonder on their own. It’s why he’s glad that Annie is content to hold his hand. She’s small enough that he worries that she’ll disappear in an instant otherwise.

"The police can help you find them,” he reassured. Sorry, Annie. They’ll have to pick up Boomerang a bit later.

“My name is And-ers,” he purposefully mispronounced his name, figuring that it would be easier than the true pronunciation. “And this is Annie. What’s your name?” Annie gave a little wave of her own when she heard her name. 

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trixarenotforkids:

This place is weird. Did he end up in one of those renaissance or old time-y period towns somehow? There’s even an old phone on him but it’s locked so he has no idea how to access it. He’s tried a thumbprint or a voice password– stuff he would use, but nothing worked to unlock it. It needed some kind of code.

He really should find the police station though. Tyler knows that no matter where he they’ll be able to help. The phone is stuffed back in his pocket and the young boy reaches up to tap or tug on the arm of the next nice looking person he passes. “Excusez-moi… could ya’ll help me find the police station?”

Anders doesn’t expect to be stopped on the path to the bar. No one ever seems to talk to him, which he’s half convinced has something to do with the fact that he’s so tall. It can be off putting.

Then, the little girl clinging to his hand as they walk might offset that someone. He’d promised her that they would go pick Boomerang up ad head to the park for at least an hour. With the stores as busy as they were, it seems the best idea to get her out without putting her in the middle of any chaos.

Annie tucks herself behind one leg while Anders turns his attention to the boy. He’s young. Too young to be wondering out here alone. “Of course,” he says with a small smile. It’s not his first time dealing with a lost child, “Were you with someone before you got lost?”

[ellet0mkins]

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adeadmonarch:

It’s not like the apartment is just hugely dangerous too. Boomerang can keep her company and I’m sure if I said the vague hint of the words “little girl needs help” around Len he’ll throw some kind of handheld game at me for her. 

I survived last year though it shouldn’t be that bad…  oh wait, election. 

Shit. 

She’ll be fine for a bit. We can always take turns to check on her regularly.

Regardless, I will help you however I can.

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adeadmonarch:

[( Incredibly. )]

I’m sure I’ll be there forever.  If you don’t have her through the night you can always come in later. 

[[Sorry.]]

I can do that. I offered to keep her if Miss Piercy needs, but I don’t mind helping otherwise.