#convo:barry

[reflectedmonarch]

When: A Month After Evan’s Escape  Where: Barry’s Apartment With: Barry @bxrtholomewhallen​

Evan didn’t know why he was baring into The Flash.. into Barry’s home. Not truthfully, he told himself it was for revenge, to destroy him for trapping him in his own personal reflected hell for a year. There were so many emotions building up within him he didn’t even know how to process them; emotions had never been his strong suit. He’d ditched Snart, stepped back into the Mirrorverse, it was his prison, now it was freedom, he could do anywhere he needed, anywhere he wanted, in seconds. 

So he stepped wordlessly out of Barry’s Bedroom mirror into his apartment. He wasn’t even in his suit, just jeans and a t-shirt that was still too loose. He’d been back in the real world for a few weeks now but the bags were still heavy under his eyes, the weight loss obvious. He hadn’t felt hungry since the day he’d been trapped. 

He looked around the room, still not knowing what he was expecting to do and he wasn’t given any time to think as Barry walked into the room, no doubt not expecting to see his would-be dead Rogue standing there. Evan stared at him for several moments, no doubt an eternity to the speedster, he swallowed once, twice... When he finally spoke it was hoarse, his throat tight. 

“Ye left me...” he swallowed again, “Ya trapped me, and ya left me... Why?” he asked, staring at Barry, no anger in his words, more sadness, no... Grief. Who Evan once was had died when Barry threw him into that beam. “... Why?” he shakily repeated.

[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?

[kitemanxhellyeah]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Auto Parts Store With: Barry @scxrletspeedster​

The had left the city in one hell of a state, the police were stretched thing and this left Chuck with a good opportunity to grab himself some bits he needed for a few engineering projects. He had an idea for the Kite-Cam that would help him snoop around the city when he was bored (it wasn’t like he could afford cable) so he was singing to himself around the store he’d broken into and piling up what he wanted onto the counter. 

‘Stop right now, thank you very much, I need somebody with the human touch,’

He sang to himself, bopping a little as he looked piece over and nodded, adding it to the heap he’d made. He kept at it till he heard the door open spoke as he turned around, “Uhh, Dude the place is closed. I’m only here cause it’s an emergency.” He needed the Kite-Cam, it was like, a necessity.  

[inthenameofnova]

@scxrletspeedster​

While the Commissioner may have seen fit to attempt to push NOVA’s influence out of the SCPD their reach and governmental back made them far from powerless to act when crimes had been committed. In this case, an entire storefront had been decimated and all fingers were pointing towards mutant, or meta, involvement. Given the new DA’s propensity to show mercy to these freaks, Jihl had seen fit to step up NOVA’s interventions to these affairs.

Despite the SCPD and scene techs already being present three NOVA vans turned up and Jihl got out of the head one, moving over to the lead investigator and handed him a legal warrant, “This crime scene belongs to the agents of NOVA now ladies and gentlemen, please continue your work but you will report to us.” Several of her agents began to move among the police to enforce this while Jihl settled for walking over to a tech who seemed to be examining the damage store-front, “Sir, if you’d be so kind as to introduce yourself and bring me up to speed with your findings?”

[drakeofthesun]

@scxrletspeedster​

Why was it so cold!? This city hadn’t even reached the coldest part of its winter yet bar far (as he’d been told) yet it was an almost painful level of chill that seeped past the large jumper, coat, scarf, gloves and bobble hat right into his bones. He hated it. In his dragon form he could heat himself with his own fire but as a person that was more difficult. His solace was in his many electric blankets and small fires in his room but several of his blankets must have been jostled in the journey and now weren’t working...

So he’d ended up needing to venture to the main city to seek out more. Dressed up against the cold he hugged himself as he entered the place, too cold to really take in the new sights and people. He soon came to a police station and, rather then be put off, supposed that was the best place to ask for help. He walked closer to the entrance and slightly waved at the first man he saw before speaking, “Good afternoon, my apologies for bothering you, but might I ask, do you know where I can buy some electric blankets here? I need them quite desperately.”

[therapisttothedevil]

@mrallenflash

Linda wasn’t often asked to assist in police work but she had more experience than most therapists on that front thanks to her ‘adventures’ in LA. As it was, there had been a particularly gruesome murder and she’d been called upon to try and figure out some kind of profile regarding the killer in tandem with forensics building a picture. While it wasn’t the usual it wasn’t something she’d refuse either.

So she strode into the lab with files under her arm ready to see how she could help, they were expecting her apparently. “Excuse me,” she grabbed the attention of the first guy she found, “I’m looking for Barry Allen; my name’s Linda Martin I’m here to assist on the double murder from downtown.” she hoped she’d found the right place. 

[evan-mcculloch]

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

People didn’t usually get the chance to confront the ones who’d killed them, or in this case, the one who thought they’d killed him. He’d been spying through the mirror-verse on Barry for a few days now, his Fractal Clone of Scott Summers happily supplying the Flash’s secret identity to him; all those years of wondering and the answer had come so easily. Barry Allen. Looking at the man closely he could see the similarities in his lower jaw. 

Not to a great extent though since he’d grown quite the beard in the last few weeks. Wondering how he’d be received, Evan made himself appear in the mirror in the other’s bedroom and waited for him to walk inside. His shattered eyes took him in and then he spoke, “Not taking very good o’yourself, hmm Barry?” he asked lightly, using the other’s real name for the first time. 

[evan-mcculloch]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Streets (Night) With: Barry @scxrletspeedster​ 

Flash had always been a key player in his game of distractions, he’d lamented the loss of him when the hero ban first came around. Being able to engross himself with work had only lasted so long and then he’d fallen back into old habits, coke and sleeping around to keep other demons at bay. But now? Now he had a whole new playground and couldn’t help the excitement that coiled in his gut as the prospect. So he’d started looking. 

Entering the mirror dimension wasn’t just an escape from this world, it was a junction to almost any reflective surface he desired. The city was full of them, shop windows, display mirrors, some signs on the road, puddles. All he needed to do was look and he’d had years to perfect the trick. So it didn’t take him long to spot a red blur making its way around the city, probably patrolling, perfect. 

He waited until Flash had come to a pause, likely to assess his next direction, and then made himself visible in the reflection of a large shop window, “Hello old friend,” his soft voice still able to carry in the empty street, “I hope ye can make a bit’o time to chat?” he smiled, “I’ve missed our wee pow-wows.”