Evan McCulloch

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[evan-mcculloch]

wallygoesfast​:

When the bathroom mirror had cracked, Wally had been distracted by the sights of the city and the lo mein noodles. It hadn’t occurred to him to try and hone in on tempera changes. He was more focused this time, and when the mirror in his bedroom cracked he could feel the ripple it left. He frowned and in less than an instant later he was in his bedroom instead. What the hell was going on! “Hey, I just bought that!” 

And he had more plans for messing with the hero first. After all, he had more mirrors in his place. The mirror in the hallway? Crack. The window looking out over the city? Crack. The window in his bedroom? Crack. All of them cracked from the centre with thick fractures spreading to their edges. But did they shatter, as they probably should’ve? No. Perhaps that would clue him in a little more as to his current situation.        Using the powers of the Speed Force, he suddenly checked every area in the apartment for an intruder, his body a blur that no human could follow– underthebed inthebathroom intheclosets behindthedoors underthetable inthepantry insidethecoatcloset inside the AC vent and….nothing. Within a split second he had searched every inch of the apartment and came up empty-handed in terms of finding a culprit, though now he was also holding one of the cartons of Chinese food he’d ordered, eating on it as he went back into the bedroom to stare at the mirror. 

Barry had told him that Mirror Master was dead, though he hadn’t given any details. It seemed his conversations with Barry lately hadn’t been very in-depth, but he didn’t blame Barry for it. Wally had been traveling the world the last year and it made him feel guilty to think that Barry had been forced to deal with such a thing by himself.  “Whoever you are, or whatever you are… break another thing and I’m sending you to Ikea for replacements!” He wasn’t really sure if anybody was in the house or not– whether another hero, mutant, villain, or even a damn ghost, but he wasn’t about to let them just get away with breaking things. “And trust me, you’ll get lost in there. You’ll get lost and you’ll regret it. It’s really big and confusing and everything’s written in Swedish.”

-

How typical of Wally, the man was an idiot. He’d always been an idiot and he’d always won. Not through skill, not through power, but through speed. Through luck. Well now those skills were no longer on his side. Of course he was still fast. But Evan was faster, he was a fractal being, travelling at light speed through mirrors took no effort now. No matter how fast he tried to look through the apartment he’d never see him unless he wanted to be seen.

And he had more plans for messing with the hero first. After all, he had more mirrors in his place. The mirror in the hallway? Crack. The window looking out over the city? Crack. The window in his bedroom? Crack. All of them cracked from the centre with thick fractures spreading to their edges. But did they shatter, as they probably should’ve? No. Perhaps that would clue him in a little more as to his current situation.      

It was almost a shame. Evan had been fond of Barry, they’d developed an odd sort of friendship once the hero ban came into effect. Unlike the other Rogue’s he’d retired quietly, using the money he’d amassed to created a company, McCulloch Industries, and with the use of a fake identity attended university, getting a BSc and Msc in physics. He could’ve gone further but he was happy enough with his knowledge, and he couldn’t risk giving away who he was. Wally had been someone he’d bounced ideas for critical papers off, who he’d shown when his work had been published in journals.

And here they were. He waited till Barry was looking at his bedroom mirror and appeared, only for a tiny moment, a normal human would’ve missed it, but not a Flash. And what would he see? Evan, but not as he was. That was too easy. Instead he changed his appearance, made his skin a half-rotted grey to bloated purple. His eyes were two black voids with blood running down them, his mouth open in a wordless scream and his body impaled with several jagged shards of glass. He’d always been rather creative with how terrifying a reflection could be. And he wanted Wally to know. To know he was in pain. Trapped and angry. That he’d be out and revenge would follow. He’d save this world but until then? He was nothing but a spectre.  

[evan-mcculloch]

scxrletspeedster​:

The sudden outburst had Barry shifting his position until he was sitting upright enough to look directly at the mirror. “What do you mean? I keep people safe! The work I do does matter - whether I condemn someone to death or not!” He fired back at the reflection. Great, now he was yelling with ‘his thoughts’.  

Barry’s expression hardened slightly as Evan spoke about Wally. “Kid will understand. He will understand that it was an accident. That you weren’t supposed to end up like this…” He stated, but he didn’t sound completely certain about that fact. After his stint in the Speed Force and being gone so long, Barry didn’t really know how to expect anyone to react to anything he did anymore. 

The blonde ran his hands over his face. “I’m going to figure out what exactly happened with you. Once I get Inglo’s tech working again, I can figure it out… I just need to get it working again.” He grumbled. He wouldn’t let it happen to anyone else.

-

“Nah,” he said lowly, “Ya save the odd fella from the big bad villain well done. Did ya ever stop ta think about what we rouges can do? What I can do? Ma Reflective Technology’s amazin’ Barry. I coulda grown crops a hundred fold, ended world hunger overnight. Why haven’t ya done that?” he asked, tilting his head.

He smirked, “Will he? But then I suppose it doesn’t matter what ya tell’im. Won’t change a thing. I’m still gone and it’s cause o‘you.” But, regardless of what Barry knew, he’d given Evan a gift and a plan. Now he knew what needed to happen and he would do it. Once he had all the pieces in place Star City would be his, then the world. He’d save it, treat it as it needed to be treated.

“Havin’ trouble with it are ye?” he chuckled, “Ya need to be a quantum engineer ta work it out Barry. Shame, I coulda told ya just what ta do. I could still help? If ya tell me where ya stashed those goods away.” Then he could send his fractal clone to get it.    

[evan-mcculloch]

summersofscott​:

“You’ve been studying it,” Scott agreed, “but I’m not here to study the world. I’m just trying to help you figure out how to control what you can do. I’m not interested in this world.” At least, not right then. Scott wasn’t a scientist, and while he didn’t think he was an unintelligent person, he was no genius, either, and he didn’t spend his time studying things just for the sake of it. Right then, he had a goal. Get out of the mirror. Get back to his life. That was his focus. 

“You build resistance to it the same way you build resistance to any kind of pain. Have you ever studied any martial arts? Any fighting style at all? The body adapts. The mind adapts.” It didn’t matter to him if Evan believed at the outset that it could work, though it would’ve been easier if he did. Scott was used to resistance, even insistence on failure. He had nothing to do there except break through that.

“What do you mean? You can see other places?” 

-

“Well that’s a grievously unscientific mind.” Evan said dryly. When he’d first had access to the Mirrorverse he’d explored it to his heart’s content; everything was the same, but it only seemed to ‘update’ when he wasn’t in it. Changed in the real world didn’t seem to register here when he was present. It would remain frozen till they left. “If ya happen ta think I’mma bout ta try and adapt to rapid burns over ma body ya got another thing coming!” he snapped.

Yes he wanted out, he needed to be out to save this world from its current infestation. But that was on hold for him. At least his fractal clone was tracking down Inglo’s technology. He sighed at the question and crossed his arms, “If I try ta... I dunno, communicate with tha mirror it’ll sometimes show me what I want ta see. Like uhr...” He stood in front of a mirror and closed his eyes. He waved a hand forwards and the glass’ surface rippled.

In moments they were looking at an old building surrounded by woodland, a few children playing outside in weak sunshine. “Tha’s where I grew up. In Scotland. We’re looking at it from tha window of its greenhouse.”

[evan-mcculloch]

scxrletspeedster​:

Another shake of his head. “Dr. Inglo needed to be stopped… but not how you wanted to take him out…” Barry frowned and let out a tired sigh. “It was more than just “her boyfriend” died.” He added and turned his gaze upon his ‘reflection’ in the mirror. As the image remarked about the party, Barry didn’t pay much attention to the fact that he actually didn’t know that much about what had gone on at the funeral - not enough to make remarks about how the Rogues could throw a party.

Instead, he zeroed in on the final statement. “I haven’t spoken to Kid in a while…” He responded. Definitely not recently enough to explain to him what had really happened that night.

-

“All monsters like tha’ deserved ta be stopped!” he suddenly yelled, both hands bashing against the glass. Luckily, it didn’t ripple, showing how unstable his new abilities still were but the loss of his emotions phased him back from Barry’s visage to his own angry face. “He was a beast! Worse! Animals in th’wild know better than ta do what he did! Tha’ wee girl’s safer now than she ever was before cause o’me. Not you! Ya never do the work that really matters!”

He was panting for a few breaths afterwards, annoyed he’d lost control so easily, made himself vulnerable, “If I died ta spare her tha’ torture I’d walk inta hell happy. As fer Kid though, I’d love ta be a fly on tha wall fer that chat. He was ma Flash more than you were. Both of us second strings.”

[evan-mcculloch]

wallygoesfast​:

After agreeing to join the League Wally had made the decision to rent an apartment in Star City. He’d been there about a week and was slowly settling in. He wasn’t exactly the neatest person in the world, and there were still some boxes sitting around in each room, as well as takeout boxes and soda cans. The furniture was minimal as well, but decent quality– he had the money to be extravagant with the decor but in the end a little voice told him to be mature and just get the essentials. Like a sofa, video game systems, and large TV. And one bath towel. 

The apartment was in a safer part of the city so it wasn’t exactly downtown, but there were many restaurants and grocery stores nearby, which Wally liked. He loved to eat and had to do so often due to his metabolism, so the location had been perfect. It was a high rise building and one wall of the living room area was almost entirely windows. Wally found the view gorgeous at night. 

Eating from a qt size carton of delivery lo mein, he munched and stared out the window at the cityscape, the cars simply two little dots of lights going red or white depending on the direction. He could hear sirens in the distance but it was a common sound by this point. The SCPD could handle the small things, he hoped.

Wally almost dropped the noodles when the loud CRACK sound came from the bathroom, but at the last second his body remained still, able to correct himself in less than a split second. He continued chewing for a moment, a noodle hanging out of his lip down over his chin. After slurping it up he turned and set the carton down on the coffee table.

Since it was late at night he only wore plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, his shoes off and his ginger hair messy after air-drying from taking a shower earlier. It didn’t even occur to him that someone had broken into the apartment– there was a very small window in the bathroom, but they also were about 30 stories up. Without fear he walked into the master bedroom and then around to where the bathroom was, flicking on the lights and staring past the glass shower to the window first, then the large mirror above the double sink vanity. The mirror was cracked and Wally frowned more, his green eyes narrowing. This was a brand new apartment with renovated kitchen and bathrooms… How could the mirror break so quickly after moving in!

-

Evan had disappeared from the mirror before the other had a chance to spot him; he was discovering that his new body wasn’t made up of the same building blocks regular humans’ were; but they were something light-based. Photon Particles were the current theory he was running with; though keeping Scott in check as best he could was taking up more time than he’d have liked to study it.

Despite not being visible in the mirror, he could see Wally walking into the room, frowning at the crack he’d left. With a simple wave of his hand, Evan manifest within the smaller mirror in Wally’s bedroom. This would be a fine next target. Always experimenting with his new abilities, Evan placed his hand on the glass, it rippled slightly and he knew he could push through but he’d only end up burning himself again.

The contact did it though, and left a handprint on the mirror that would be easy to spot. With a smirk his shattered eyes narrowed and he cracked this mirror as well. His next move in place, Evan vanished from view again, waiting for Wally to notice and wonderful how unnerved he’d be.

[evan-mcculloch]

scxrletspeedster​:

Barry let out a small scoff. “Right. That would have mean there was a ‘mirror-verse’ of some sort that went beyond just your little mirror guns. That is crazy talk.” He shook his head a few times, but the ‘image’ of Evan in his guise still remained. His expression hardened, however. “It wouldn’t clear my conscience…” The statement was solid and firm. 

“There were extenuating circumstances involved.” He repeated. This was just some part of his psyche pestering him, or so he believed, after all - so he just needed to convince himself that he truly did believe the words he continued to tell everyone else. He didn’t blame Wanda for had happened. He harbored no ill will or hard feelings towards the woman. His expression turned pained. “Snart should blame me… I don’t know how he managed to not turn the Rogues against me at your funeral. Hartley said he didn’t even mentioned anything about how you died…” Barry mumbled. 

Left to his own thoughts and ‘hauntings’, Barry’s chipper and optimistic demeanor was sidelining itself.  

-

Evan tilted his head, well, Barry’s head and had to choke the down strangest desire to laugh and rage at the same time. The idiot had no idea what existed on the other side of the glass, any glass. There very much was a whole world in here. One he could explore, use and change, like he was a damn deity. But none of that mattered. He wanted the real world. The one people were ruining, that they didn’t deserve! He’d make it better. He just needed a little more time and luck.

“Oh aye? Extenuating in what way might I ask? Extenuating like tryin ta save a wee girl from a daddy who did awful things to her every night? Or extenuating like throwing a wee tantrum cause ya boyfriend went bye bye? If ya ask me one holds more weigh than the other.” He’d done a lot of watching and learned a lot of things, it wasn’t like there was much else to do here; save keeping the real Scott occupied. “Ah yes, I heard they threw me a wee send off.” he said mildly, “Gotta hand it to’em, they know how ta throw a party. Snart’ll be keeping secrets cause he’s soft on you. I wonder if yer second strong knows about me? Ehh? My wee Flasher?”  

[evan-mcculloch]

summersofscott​: 

“It’s a training program. Think of it like…well, kind of like an obstacle course tailored just to you and your abilities. The more we learn about them, the more I can adjust it, but we have to start somewhere.” Scott was a perfectionist, and he could certainly be (and often was) neurotic, but he was also patient when he needed to be. If something had to be done right then he was always willing to put in the time and work to get it there.    

“We’re going to work back up to that. If you build resilience, I’m hoping we can get the damage down to minimal or even none when you reach through. I’ve had some ideas, but I want you to tell me in your own words what you think you’re strongest at right now. We’ll go from there.” He had a program built already, but he’d made a lot of assumptions. 

-

“Sounds like yer asking fer trouble. I’ve been studying tha’ possible existence of a world like this fer years and I can’t make heads nor tails of how I’m supposed to get us out. What if I just make things worse but tryin’ ta use... whatever it is I can do?” A thought that had crossed his mind but the machine that had brought him here, the Fractal Frequency Displacer continued to swirl through his mind. It knew what needed to be done. And how to do it.

“How am I supposed ta build resistance ta ma arms being burned? You try and build a resistance ta that!″ he snapped, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Sometimes... I can see things. S’like I try and communicate ta the mirror what I wanna see and it appears.” Before he’d needed his suit for that work; now he could do it all alone.   

[evan-mcculloch]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Wally’s Place With: Wally @wallygoesfast​

It just wasn’t enough. He was stuck here waiting too long while the machine, its drive, its goals swirled in his head, manifest by the shattered eyes he now possessed. And to top off his growing impatience? Another Flash in the city, his Flash in a way: Wally West. As if he didn’t have enough obstacles to be dealing with. Unable to resist wanting the other to know of his displeasure, Evan tracked down the place he was staying. It wasn’t hard; following him through mirrors till he came back to his nest.

He waited a little while, till Wally seemed settled, sitting in his living room. Evan appeared in the mirror of his bathroom, shattered eyes narrowed in annoyance at the little progress he’d been making. That damn clown had set everything back, his clone couldn’t get at Wally with him ‘recovering’ as he was. His hands clenched to fists and with a loud CRACK the large mirror in the bathroom cracked almost perfectly down the middle. Evan’s image vanished but he wasn’t finished. 

Not by a long shot. 

[evan-mcculloch]

Success is Assured || Evan & Fractal!Scott - Discord

When: A Month Ago Where: Between MirrorVerse & Real World With: Scott @summersofscott​

Summary: Evan makes contact with the Fractal Clone of Scott he made, ensuring he understands what his purpose in the real world is.

EVAN: Given Scott was currently occupied or resting in his own room in the mirror world, Evan took his chance. He double checked the other wasn't in sight and walked into a room of his own, probably one of the students with a full length mirror hanging on the wall. He closed his eyes to concentrate and after a few moments waved a hand over the glass, causing it to ripple like disturbed water. It didn't take long for it to clear and soon his own version of Scott Summers was looking at him, waiting right at the time he'd instructed. "Ya seem ta have made yerself at home right quick." he smiled, "Excellent work, have ya had any issues so far?" He'd never made a Fractal Clone before, honestly this was new for him so he needed as many updates as he could get.

SCOTT: The clone stood in front of the mirror in Scott's private bathroom. The door was locked, though he didn't anticipate anyone would try to open it even if it wasn't. He was undisturbed. "Not noteworthy ones. There is a son." There were a lot of relationships to navigate, in fact. Everyone knew Scott in some capacity. Every single person in District X, and especially within the school where he spent the most time, knew who he was. More prominent was that he also 'knew' many of them. His head was filled with names and memories, some intimate, some just passing things. Sometimes it was overwhelming.

EVAN: Evan crossed his arms, lightly, they were still somewhat tender from his attempt to push his body past the mirror boundary, a drawback he was trying to work through. “A son?” Evan narrowed his eyes, “No matter, just access Summers’ memories and act accordingly.” The real Scott as plenty capable, this one should be too if his dedication of his powers were correct. “I have ta say yer pretty magnificent now I get a real look at ye.” He smiled, “Perfect clone down ta the last detail. But, you’ve work ta do. I need ya to track down the Flash and find where he’s hidden something very important.”

SCOTT: “I’m being careful. Everyone here knows him. He knows everyone.” His head was bursting with information, both about the people there and about so many other things. Even as he made himself focus on the reason Evan put him there, parts of him were pulled toward Scott’s obligations instead, things that the man he was modeled after would have been doing, thought he should do...”There’s more than one here.” Scott had memories of working with something called the Avenging League and had crossed paths or heard of several heroes involved or related. There were two men going by the Flash in the city.

EVAN: “I know, that was why I chose him. Ya happen ta be in a position of great power which should make ya work easier ta accomplish. If anybody starts getting a wee bit too suspicious let me know, I’ll pull them and keep them here.” Within the fractal dimension he was virtually untouchable; everything did what he wanted since he was made up of the same particles but, unlike everything else, had intelligence. “The older one.” He clarified, “He’s the one who stole the machine I need. Once we have it, we’ll be able ta make a much better world, might even be perfect.” He chuckled. Inglo was a monster but at least he’d made something magnificent.

SCOTT: "Then I will find the older Flash. If this needs to be done, it will be done." Whether that was loyalty to Evan prompting the words, or just that the real Scott so often expressed that very same sentiment, it was hard to know. The two were working hand in hand for the same reason. Evan had modeled him after someone whose paramount concern was getting the job done, if it was something that needed doing, often regardless of what that may require.

EVAN: “Good. I don’t have ta remind ye that I’m still trapped in’ere till I can figure out how ta stablize ma new body. So, until then yer acting as ma influence in tha world. We have ta make it better. Make it perfect. I’m counting on you ta assure ma success.” Inglo may have been a piece of scum but that machine would fix their broken planet. “And while yer at it, do a wee bit o’research. Our mission may get tricky down the line but I can grab us any reinforcements we need. I’ll leave it ta you to decide who’s best suited and when.” The man had lead the mutants for years after all.

SCOTT: "I'll find what you're looking for," he assured him. "I can get the job done." He could redouble his efforts to do it more quickly, find ways to get more time away from the school and all the people who so often looked to Scott for any of the thousand tasks that the man seemed to be in charge of or voluntarily take on.

EVAN: “Good. Remember, you are me, and I am you. Ma goal are yer goals and together we cannae lose.” He smiled, “Don’t get caught up in this life, s’not fer you yet. Once we’ve completed our goal, then you’ll have that entire world to live with.” All the fractal beings would.

SCOTT: The goals. Scott, the real one, the one that the life was for, was loyal. He aligned himself with the beliefs and goals of others that he could believe in and he made them happen. It came naturally to do the same, accompanied by all the memories attached to furthering Charles Xavier’s dream and working alongside so many others...It should have been simple, then. He shouldn’t feel the first twinges of doubt that were already making themselves known. “Of course,” he answered, his expression still and unreadable. “I’ll make it happen.”

EVAN: “Good. I’m putting ma faith in ya do not let me down. Once we have the world in our hands we can make it better. Make it wha’ it deserve ta be. The people out there have ruined it. We deserve it more. And we’ll have it, so long as ya do as you were made ta.” Evan nodded, then looked to the side. “Now, I’ve got ta get back ta ya real self in here. I’ll reach out ta ya again in a few days fer an update.” He waved a hand over the mirrors surface which caused it to ripple as he vanished from Scott’s sight.

[evan-mcculloch]

summersofscott​:

“It takes time to write a program,” Scott said simply. Besides, with the school empty and Evan being the only one there, he had nothing but time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get out of the mirror. He wanted to do it as quickly and cleanly as possible, and was operating under the idea that Emma and the others were searching for him on the other side. It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t have noticed he was suddenly gone, as Scott didn’t disappear without warning or explanation on the regular. He had a school to run, a team to lead…

He motioned for Evan to follow him back until they reached the doors. “I don’t know if you realized what this was,” he said as he input the code, “but we call it the Danger Room. It runs training simulations that can be developed and altered to just about any scenario. If we’re going to get out of here, you’re going to have to learn how to use your abilities and this is the best tool we have.”

Once inside, Scott immediately went to the control panel. An automated voice came filled the room.

Safety Protocols Disabled. 

-

“What kinda program?” he asked, crossing his arms. For all that Evan had more power here than Scott realised, he didn’t understand how half the technology the school utilised worked. His niche was very specific after all. He’d just left those rooms alone while he worked on other endeavours. Thinking on it, there was hardly a reflective surface in some of them so he wouldn’t have been able to spy even if he wanted to. “Somethin’ that’s gonna get us outta here?” he asked, voice lilting up at the end, as though the thought excited him.

He followed behind him and shook his head at the question, “Nah. Some o’these doors are locked up tight and I cannae just invent a code for’em. So I’ve stuck ta spaces I could get into.” He raised a brow at the title, “Danger Room Fergive me fer sounded queasy but that doesn’ae sound like a room I’d enjoy spending time in. Just what kinda scenario do ya have in mind? Cause if it involves me getting ma arms burnt again ya can go whistle.”

He’d needed to use that to force Scott into believing he couldn’t leave, any progress he made past it needed to be done privately.

Progress that was very slow coming.    

[evan-mcculloch]

wintcry​:

Drinking — something Leonard should avoid. He usually tries to avoid whiskey or anything that would make the world spin with a single shot. He knows how dangerous dabbling into the beverages can be with addiction being part of his family history. His father an alcoholic and witnessed firsthand what happened when a pack of beer was brought home. He learned to hide and be quiet. He was meant to be seen and not heard … but sometimes even Snart will let himself have a drink or two. “I might have had a few beers but it doesn’t really matter.” His eyes looking over at Evan in the mirror. He doesn’t know if this is real or just his mind trying to make himself feel better. He waited everyday for this to happen … for the man he loved to reappear like this was some elaborate joke. It wasn’t but Leonard still doesn’t understand this … he’s never hallucinated before. Grief does weird things though, doesn’t it? 

“Flash told me what happened to you. He told me that you were gone so I planned a funeral. All the Rogues came and we threw a party in your honor because I know that’s what you would have wanted. Ridiculous amount of money spent on booze and shit.” The speeches were nice — memories shared about one of their own. He doesn’t know what to do … but takes a step closer to the mirror. “You better not be bullshitting me. This is real? Not in my head?” He placed a hand on the mirror but something about knowing Evan can’t come out creates a new ache in his chest.

Who else knows about this? It’s a question Leonard is pondering but doesn’t bring it up yet. “Do you think you’ll be able to figure out a way to come out of the mirrorverse?” He’ll entertain this as something actually happening … clinging onto any hope of being with his boy again. “What work? What are you planning?” There’s worry being felt and can’t pinpoint as to why yet but doesn’t let that tone show in his voice. “What are you up to?”

-

Evan cocked his head, as he so often did to call Snart on something he’d said without even needing to verbalise it. The pair had quite a few private gestured like that. Ways of asking if the other was okay, if they needed something or, in this case, if the other was full of it. “Ah yes, it’s Flash’s fault really. If he’d let me kill tha’ waste of space of a doctor than we’d all be carrying on as normal about now.” he rolled his shattered eyes, “I suppose he did kill me, in a way. M’not the same man I was before.” he smirked, “M’something more now. Something better.” He could do things he couldn’t do before, his powers were so much stronger. He was what Inglo’s machine needed to save this world. To take away all the bad things in it and make it perfect. Every day he grew a little closer and all he needed to do was ensure Mr. Summers stayed full occupied while his clone did its work. His success was all but assured by now.

“A party? Fer me?” he chuckled, “Ya really should’ve. I hope there was an ungodly amount o’drink there. Tell me at least Digger was so far gone he threw his guts up more than once?” It had always struck him as a little funny how badly the Aussie held his drink. When Snart stepped closer he stood straight, no longer leaning on the frame, “S’not. M’here.” he told the other, “I never went away. I watched ye a lot. But, ya just could’ne see me back.” he licked his lips, “But now ya can. And I’m sure soon I’ll be able ta get back to tha real world and finish what needs ta be done.”

“Oh aye.” he nodded, “I plan on it. Ya can’t rid o’me so easy. M’like a bad penny.” he cocked his head when Snart enquired about his work, “Ahh, that’s need ta know right now. Can’t risk upsetting progress. Ya can’t go blabbing ta anyone that I’m still here either. Not even tha other rogues. I’ve got someone helping me get tha info I need. Once M’ready I’ll come fer ya.”      

[evan-mcculloch]

scxrletspeedster​:

Barry’s lips twisted ever more into a frown as Evan continued speaking. The blonde knew that seeing ‘ghosts’ of sorts wasn’t healthy and that he really should have told someone about them the first time Evan visited him - but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He continued to chalk it up to his own psyche and continuing to be overworked and stressed about the entire ordeal - even more so now that he didn’t have work with the SCPD to distract him.

“Why? You’re not real anyway…” He remarked back, but Barry finally twisted himself to see his own reflection smirking back at him. “One of our team members lost control of her powers in her grief.” He explained shortly. “It wasn’t her fault. I don’t blame her for anything.” He added quickly - as if reminding himself that he didn’t harbor any ill will towards Wanda. “She was… in love with Bruce. They were close.” 

-

“How do ya know ‘m not?” he asked, still using Barry’s form as a disguise over his own. “Maybe ‘m just trapped in here and I cannae get out. Maybe you’ve doomed me ta an isolated existence rather than kill me?” It was morbidly entertaining to dangle the truth in front of the other when he knew he’d never see it. “Cause that’d be easier fer you heroes right?” he asked, leaning forward, forearms seeming to rest on the mirror’s frame. “Better ya just trap me in a never-ending hell rather than kill me cause that way yer conscience is clean eh? Never mind there’s a fate worse’n death if it means yer don’t have ta deal with a wee bit o’extra guilt.”

“Ohhhhhh? Trouble among friends? Even tha rouges wouldn’e cause so much damage ta the rest o’us. Seems ta me you heroes cause more damage than we ever get the chance to.” he chuckled, “Love. I had some’o that meself. In a manner o’speaking. Took that away from Snart ye did. I reckon he blames ya for a few things.”  

[evan-mcculloch]

wintcry​:

Everything has been tense in the city and Leonard didn’t contribute to the chaos this time. It could be the fact he’s still coping with losing Evan. The last citywide disorder that occurred the two thieves robbed some shops together. He would just think about this if he tried doing something on his own with recent events. Snart typically claims not being sentimental but he can’t deny it right now. Each day gets a little easier but you don’t just move on from losing someone you love. He has many regrets … especially not getting to express to Evan about those feelings before the tragic accident. He’ll always feel remorse about not getting to tell his boy those three words.  

He stumbled into his bedroom, a few beers in his system but barely gets his jacket off before a familiar voice fills the silence. Leonard tosses the leather garment on the mattress while glancing over at the full length mirror. Something the older man only brought into his apartment as an easy gateway for his boyfriend to come and go through as he pleased. It was for him.

“Evan?” His voice shaky, blinking a few times while trying to come up with something witty to say. This can’t be real. “I’ve had too much to drink … this can’t be real. You died! I had a funeral for you … all the Rogues came … so how are you here right now?”

-

Evan merely cocked his head as the other struggled over his name, “Aye.” he nodded, “Ya drinking again ya ol’fool? I thought we talked bout ya not doin’ that.” Evan wasn’t allowed drugs and Snart avoided alcohol, they both had their demons it seemed. Though, since being within the mirrorverse, they’re finally quiet. Now all that dominates his thoughts is finishing the work Inglo’s machine started, it’s relaxing in it’s own single-minded way. “Still, I cannae criticise, I’ve fallen off tha’ wagon enough times meself as ya well know.” he chuckled and stepped to the side, leaning a forearm above his head against the glass, looking out towards Snart.

“I died?” he blinked, feigning confusion, “Nah. I didn’e die. Something bad still happened though. Flash got me hit with tha’ beam and it... changed whatever I am. Made me a being o’this world now.” he gestured about him, “I cannae come back through a mirror now. But I can use’em without even needing the suit.” he sighed and looked down, “I saw things goin’ on... I tried to call ta ya... But ya couldn’e see me.”

“M’getting stronger though.” he smirked, his fractured eyes difficult to read, “Ya can see me now afta’all. M’not gone.” he shook his head, “I’m still’ere. And I’ve work ta do.” The most important work of his life.  

[evan-mcculloch]

scxrletspeedster​:

That voice again. Barry was almost unwilling to turn his upper body enough to see the mirror from where he was sprawled out on the bed. Of course, now he would hallucinate the Scotsman. It made sense, to him - it was probably his subconscious upset about how little he had been able to make the trip to the building he had Inglo’s tech stashed away. His body was on the mend, but he had yet to see even the slightest toe twitch. He was tired to - more so than he could remember being; like it was taking his body every ounce of energy he could muster these days just to recover.

“This was different..” He responded lowly and quietly - why, he wasn’t even sure. Did that make him insane? That he chose to respond to what he was certain was a hallucination?. “Nuclear blast. I probably wouldn’t have been fast enough to escape it, but it wasn’t the bomb that did this.” He explained. No, his injuries were the result of mourning and agony. 

-

“Was it really?” Evan asked from behind the mirror, he couldn’t get a very good look at Barry but that gave him an idea, “Aren’t ya even gonna look at me when we talk now?” he asked, his visage quickly changing to match Barry’s perfectly. After all, if he was playing the haunting ghost, he may as well work at it. “But then tha’ say facin’ yerself’s not for the faint o’heart. Ehh Flash? Barry?” He smirked bitterly, the expression no doubt alien-looking on the other’s far too often jolly face.

“Oh? Then what did ya in this time? It’s hard ta keep up o’the latest gossip when’re dead.” the sarcasm lacing his words was as bitter as that smirk. “Though I did happen ta hear one wee tidbit o’interesting infermation. Bruce Wayne, Batman, gone, gone gone.” he shook his head with each gone, “Didn’t manage ta save him either, hmm?”

[evan-mcculloch]

summersofscott​:

Trial and Error

Never one to stay idle if there was something to be done, as soon as he’d learned that the Danger Room in the Mirror-Verse was in working order, Scott had set to finding a way to help Evan get stronger. He had no reason to think that he couldn’t learn to control his powers, at least to a better degree than what he seemed capable of. Not everyone was able to harness them with precision - he, himself, was an example of that - but they didn’t know until they tried. 

He’d spent many hours attempting to replicate the conditions of what happened when Evan had put his arm through the mirror. Scott had worked with mutants with an incredibly range of abilities - telekinesis, telepathy, shape-shifting, teleportation, all manner of energy generation manipulation…He had no reason to believe that there was no technique that could be useful. Logic alone dictated otherwise. 

When he finished the first program that he thought might actually have a shot at working, he wandered through the empty school looking for Evan, who had seemed uninterested in the process. Scott was used to that. Not everyone was a particularly eager or compliant student. “Can you hear me?” he called out, not sure what part of the place he’d sealed himself off in. 

-

Summers was... persistent. He’d expected the other to be determined to get out to begin with but then slowly slip into some kind of despondence that would give him and his clone more time to get the information they needed. As it was, the man was relentlessly determined, you’d think years of dealing with The Flash... Barry (still strange to put a name to that costumed face) would’ve taught him to never underestimate such fortitude. And to top it off, hiding from the man was equally difficult, he knew every inch of this building better than Evan did.

He was practicing his skills in his own way, spying on the real world through a small dressing room mirror in one of the student’s rooms. It seemed the city had been subject to kind of attack at Joker’s hands. The damn clown. Luckily, since he’d arrived, this world no longer seemed to directly mimic its counterpart. His working theory was that his own and Scott’s presence impacted its ability to change, but it was only a theory right now.

He heard the other calling and sighed, “What now?” he muttered, getting to his feet and taking a breath, putting on the slightly more nervous persona Scott had some to know, he quietly pushed the door open and walked out, holding his arms at the elbows, “I heard ye, what’s going on?” he asked, “Ye’ve been in that one room fer hours.”  

[evan-mcculloch]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Barry’s Place With: Barry @scxrletspeedster​

He’d watched the chaos play out, unable to do anything, unable to relay information he could’ve found to anyone. Not that it really mattered. Beside Leonard being safe he couldn’t a toss about anyone in the city. However, the technology he desperately needed, that called to him continuously, needed to be discovered. And his clone was taking longer than he’d like. So he’d employ another round of ‘haunting’ to get what he needed.

Eventually, he found Barry in his own hime again, looking more beat up than he’d ever seen Flash, honestly he hadn’t known the other could be hurt that badly. “Been through the wringer, ehh Barry?” he asked from the mirror at his bedside table, “Guess ya weren’t fast enough again’ huh? Startin’ ta become a wee theme do’ya not think?

[evan-mcculloch]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Snart’s Apartment With: Leonard @wintcry​

Things were chaotic in the city, the fallout of that damn clown had scuppered up the progress his Clone was able to make and he was growing impatient. Thoughts, needs and desires swirled nebulously in his mind demanding one thing, one final perfect result. So he needed to establish more contacts. Getting into the real world was still beyond his capabilities but he grew stronger every day. Appearing to people was easy now and he had a person in mind; one he was sure would do anything he asked. 

Evan appeared in the full length mirror in Snart’s bedroom and waited for an annoyingly long time before the man himself entered the room. Snart didn’t even seem to notice him for a few moments and Evan waited, crossing his arms and lent against the mirror frame, or so it would appear. His simple clothes, grey jogging pants and white t-shirt at odds with the suit he usually needed to appear this way. 

“Usually yer much quicker’a noticing when I pop-up Snart.” he finally said, voice light and conversational.