who writes this crap anyway?

Mick Rory, Heatwave to you. Criminal, master thief, legend. Trapped on a timeship with idiots, screwing up history and setting things on fire a lot.

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CCG*: Legends

*Central City’s Gayest

Amaya Jiwe - straight @thelegendofvixen

Carter Hall - pan + poly @thelegendaryhawkman

Leonard Snart - pan @leonardsnartccf

Mick Rory - straight @heatwavewashere

Ray Palmer - demisexual + bi @raypalmer-atom

Sara Lance - bi @whitecanary-lance​

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“It does make me feel better.” Carter laughed at Mick’s assurance as he scooped up the boxes, lifting up the lids carefully to make sure they were still mostly intact. “Alright, let’s get back to the ship before it goes completely cold.”

Allowing himself to chuckle a bit at the shared joke, Mick eyed the boxes of pizza again. “All good then?” His stomach rumbled, and let’s be honest... it would have taken a lot more to make him turn away from the pizza regardless of what state it was in now. “Cold’s not so bad either. Cold pizza, cold beer.”

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thelegendofvixen​:

“That’s true. between all of us those little kittens sure do get a lot of love. I suppose I could have sent a message between everyone, but I figured they might not count this as an emergency.” Amaya relaxed more at the sight of Mick’s smile, her grasp of his hand soft, but earnest. “That’s true. I may need to ask what kind of cologne he uses or something. Maybe that will attract them at a moment’s notice.” Amaya chuckled lightly as she lead way to where they all did laundry on the ship. “I mean, this place is full of soft blankets and towels. I wouldn’t put it past them to be hiding in one.” Letting go of his hand, Amaya began carefully rifling through anything cozy she could find in the linens. “Do you think I worry too much?” She asked, knowing Mick would be up front and honest with her. “Like, does it make me a buzzkill?”

Keeping Amaya calm was Mick’s top priority now, and luckily it seemed to be working well enough. “Maybe not, but think of that as a backup plan. Bet we find them quickly here anyways.” As they made their way to the laundry room first, Amaya began to hunt for the kittens as Mick checked closer to the machines themselves. “Course not,” he replied as she expressed a question of whether she tended to over-worry about things, and Mick turned back to look towards her. “It doesn’t make you a buzzkill to put others first, or to want to protect those closest to you. And I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

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atlantismera​:

          𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 him. ❛ Yes. Arthur is Aquaman, this is how the land dwellers called him. Uncreative, if you ask me. ❜ She states, crossing her arms across her own chest. ❛ You’re the second person who told me it. This place is really too dangerous? It doesn’t look like a war field. ❜

Mick had heard the name before, but hadn’t put two and two together until now that this guy and the princess were somehow connected. “Ahh... so that’s the guy. I dunno, might be a bit on the nose but at least it tells you what he’s about. Water Guy. Does that make you Water Girl?“ Folding his own arms across his chest, mirroring her, “Looks can be deceiving. And people can be jerks, gotta watch out for them.”

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carriexkelley​:

“yeah well i don’t exactly have guns…” robin drawled out unsurely - she didn’t have any thoughts on guns, besides the fact that they were dishonorable and basically cheating. she’d much rather use resources she was given, like her brains, and not possibly seriously maim someone. “um…i don’t know…i thought maybe it’d be like three tops.”

The hesitation on her response made Mick wonder just how she’d planned to go about taking the situation down. “Guns blazing doesn’t always mean actual guns though.” He retrieved his heat rifle and held it up. “And sometimes it just means you wanna turn the heat up a little on the bad guys.” Mick considered the odds, ‘maybe’ three against two... it felt like something they’d be able to handle. “Alright then, works for me. Good for a nice workout.”

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auroraxjett​:

rory’s lower lip jutted out in a thoughtful pout at the way he put it together, “well i mean you could always go bungee jumping?” she suggested with an innocent shrug, “if rush is what you’re looking for.” she smiled, then when he admitted that he was not that guy anymore. “good. for you, and for me. i haven’t had the best of luck with friends lately.” 

“they’re more than friends.” rory mumbled with a fond smile, but it dissipated as she glanced up at mick,”i will keep it in mind. but right now i’d really rather just have a few drinks and maybe sing a few karaoke songs badly.”

It brought a quick grin to Mick’s face, the thought of him trying to go bungee jumping. “Sure, guess I could do that. If I’m gonna jump from a high place though, I better have a good reason to do it. Like avoiding the cops.” At least she took what he said at face value that he’d changed, but Rory remained hard to read as he offered his two cents about her own situation. Deciding to just let it go and not pry further, “Well, as you probably already know, I’m the last guy to say no to drinks. And after enough of them, well... karaoke’s not out of the question either.”

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carriexkelley​:

robin in agreement with heatwave’s statement, but her expression turned into a disdained pout, “hey.” she protested - the young robin was still getting the lay of the land and she hadn’t yet gathered how the risk in the city tripled what with how easy it was to be armed. the most a criminal could get their hands on in the suburbs was a switchblade or an old, unmaintained gun that usually hurt them more than it hurt her. robin was surprised at heatwave’s readiness to help, “okay…” she drawled out unsurely, “i was just going to drop some smoke bombs and take them out….unless you wanna, you know, go in guns blazing?” she snickered cutely as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He could tell from her response she was a little disappointed at the assessment, but hearing that he was willing to help out and watch her back seemed like it smoothed things out more. Her plan wasn’t that bad, use the element of surprise, but either way he could help even out the odds. “Up to you, smoke bombs give you a bit of an advantage for a while. Don’t knock the guns blazing approach though... it’s a real rush. How many guys we talking about anyways?”

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thelegendofvixen​:

It wasn’t often that Amaya didn’t keep her calm demeanor. Mostly when she was worried about someone– whether it be Mick, a fellow teammate, or family. This time, the latter. It probably didn’t help that she hadn’t been sleeping well lately, which left her a little more unbalanced than usual. She was so grateful to have Mick though; he grounded her in a way no one else could do. “Maybe someone does have them.” She paused, her expression soft. “You’re the best. Thank you.” As he joined hands with hers, Amaya threaded their fingers together. “I don’t care if you tell anyone. I mean, you do have your moments.” Cheekily, she grinned at Mick, squeezing his hand as she pulled him out of the room. “You don’t think they’d be in the laundry room, do you? I actually didn’t check there.”

He was happy that he could reel her back in as she spiralled, and almost as quickly Amaya was back to the cool and collected one that Mick knew and loved. Her instincts to protect those she cared about were almost primal in a way. “Could be, any of ‘em could have just wanted some time alone with them. This whole place is full of animal lovers.” He just gave a little nod with his smile to answer her thanks, at once letting her know it wasn’t necessary. Their fingers soon entwined, “Well thanks, as long as you think so that’s all that matters.” Being pulled up and out of their shared quarters, “Sounds like the best place to start with then. They love to curl up in Pretty’s sweatshirts.”

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auroraxjett​:

“the sights are definitely to die for.” she teased him with a playful eye roll, before her expression softened at his words - she didn’t know much about mick’s past, beyond the nickname and the partner, his name being a rather feared one among the criminal underground of central city. but he had chosen to go straight and she respected that. “do you miss it?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to do know the answer.

rory shoulders shrugged again, “it’s not that i feel like i can’t lean on them. i do; i just don’t want to add to what they’re going through already, you know? i don’t want them to worry about me any more than they already do.” she elaborated with a slight shake of her head – even as she said it out loud it sounded ridiculous. “and they need me more now.” 

He enjoyed the play on words, nodding as he looked around again to survey things. The fight was definitely over, and Rory’s question surprised Mick. It was something he’d wondered himself a few times, not as much lately though. “Only part of it I really miss is the rush that comes with it. Bashing skulls is bashing skulls, whether it’s someone who really deserves it or not.” It was maybe a little bit bleak to think like that, but Mick was decidedly not a good guy until the Englishman had shown up out of nowhere. “No goin’ back though, I’m not that guy anymore.” Some had a tougher time than others in recognizing it, perhaps rightly so.

“I get it, but if they’re really friends they’re gonna worry anyways too. I dunno what’s going on and all, but strength in numbers is actually a thing. Might help you all to band together.”

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

“Guess they’ll think twice next time before trying to rob a man of his pizzas.” Carter muttered with a small smile before pouting a little. “Should I be offended that they didn’t? I feel a little offended. I’m at least worth like… B team level canon fodder surely.”

“Well on the other hand, if they needed to learn that lesson it’ll sink in now with all the bruises. Plus I bet it makes the pizza taste all the better now, knowing we helped.” Mick smirked a little bit. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re definitely B-Team fodder to me.”

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atlantismera​:

           𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 other Atlantis? As far as her knowledge, there’s only one under the sea. ❛ Exactly. Under the sea, I had never been in the land for too long. Only once when I was helping Arthur, but we had a mission to accomplish.❜ On that day, Arthur Curry filled Mera with a lot of bullshit about ‘land dwellers’ and believed that. After all, he was the one who lived on the 'sand’. Everything is brand new to her. The princess licked her own lips, feeling so thirsty, her body is still adjusting to the oxygen.

This was definitely the first time Mick had met somebody from Atlantis, and from the way she was carrying on it sounded like she was someone important too. “Well, I don’t know who Arthur is but cool. Does that mean you’re stickin’ around for a while up here? If so, you oughta be more careful out here. Never know who’s skulkin’ around. Lucky for you I was here this time.”

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atlantismera​:

             𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 on her last nerves not that she has much patience per say. She just wants to snap his neck and punch him in the face, the same feeling she had with Arthur Curry. Mera knew she has to control her rage, she is not on her lands, her kingdom… In her familiar area. This is all new to her. She wanted to say fire back his comment, but her expression changed into confusion. ❛ What is a farm? I’m Y'Mera Xebella Challa, the princess of Atlantis. You may call me ’your highness’ or ’princess’. ❜

Mick’s first thought was that this chick was crazy, and the more she said it only seemed to confirm his initial opinion. He raised an eyebrow at her further declarations, and decided to go with one of the choices she gave him... it was after all, one of his go-to nicknames anyways. “Princess it is, then. But Atlantis... y’mean under water?” He’d heard the tales about people who lived there, but had yet to meet one of them.

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fxreignprince​:

“I am asking, I’m Valor,” he didn’t expect him to tell him his real name, did he? There was a reason why his suit had a device to disguise his face, he wouldn’t tell just anyone that information. “Who’s Skirt’s?” he figured that he either was using a nickname or their hero name, either way, he didn’t really recognize it, “We could just get in there and finish this already, it’s just one.”

Mick stared at the man in front of him, the name didn’t register with him at all but he answered with a simple shrug. “Okay, Valor. Then I guess I am one of you. Skirt, y’know. Girl of Steel. Supergirl. You got similar styles there,” he added as he pointed at the other man’s cape. “Sure thing, it’d be a pleasure to.” Mick retrieved his heatgun and pointed it towards the darkened corner. “You got till the count of three to come out.”

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thelegendaryhawkman​:

Carter let out a laugh at the nickname, shaking his head as he looked to the overturned pizza boxes - upside down but still closed. “Uh… probably gonna be a lot of cardboard in the cheese but I’m game to try and save what we can.” He shrugged. He had really been craving it. “Any idea if this was random or did we piss someone off again?”

Their time together in the Legends had bonded them at least somewhat, as Carter knew to take anything Mick said with a grain of salt. His interest in the pizza was clear, that was one thing the two men had in common. “A little cardboard never hurt anybody. Well, except for these guys.” He gritted his teeth, then shook his head. “No idea. If we did, whoever sent them weren’t sending an A Team though.”

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atlantismera​:

    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 of his gun, how dare this ‘human’ point a gun for the princess of Atlantis? ❛ This is how you treat your highness, human? ❜ She had to ask! Humans has no respect for themselves! Not that she was one…  ❛ I’m just meeting this place, the ocean of concretes and noises. Maybe I can get red drink for myself later. ❜ She was referring the wine.

Blinking rapidly and not expecting words so boastful, Mick scratched his temple. “I’m clear-headed toots, haven’t been high in weeks. Beer’s another story, but I’m not the one on trial here.” Whoever she was, she wasn’t giving an inch back. Mick sort of respected that, even if he didn’t know what red drink was. “Lotsa noises and concrete around here, you a farm girl then? What’s your name?”

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fxreignprince​:

“You’re not one of us?” he raised his eyebrow, he could swear that he was one of the vigilantes, he was acting like one at least. He supposed that he could be one of those people that were on the grey area, he met a few like that. There was nothing wrong about it, “I feel like he will be too scared to come out.”

“Depends on who’s askin’,” Mick didn’t like to let on that he’d crossed over completely to the side of the angels, even if he’d fully left the world of crime behind thanks to his merry band of idiots. “I’m guessing with a getup like what you’ve got on, you’re a friend of Skirt’s?” Mick glanced back at where the other thug was still hiding. “Then that’s a shame for him.”

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carriexkelley​:

robin relaxed a little bit, realizing now maybe her initial instinct had been wrong. she’d just seen too many people who looked like that man that only spelled trouble. “there’s a gun buy going on nearby. but it’s like tech guns, like yours.” carrie finally gestured to the flame-thrower gun strapped to the man’s holster, “if you’re not one of the bad guys then what are you doing out here?”

Hearing about the criminal activities about to go down, Mick’s eyes narrowed as he glanced to his sidearm for a minute. “More tech guns on the streets, not a good thing.” He crossed his arms, staring back. “Well I was out for a stroll, but now I’m in more of a mood to ruin some criminal’s night. You were gonna take them on all by yourself? Can’t tell if that’s brave or stupid. But either way, now you got backup, kid.”