and since it appears that brumby will be away for a while, i shall hold up jason's post 'til she gets back this is totally not a cover-up story for my lack of muse for him ))
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the flash (II) // ~40 yrs // tags; well, wally's still there, so
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the flash (II) // ~40 yrs // tags; well, wally's still there, so
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He could’ve arranged an argument on the subject of how alternate universes differed, starting from him and quite a few incarnations of himself – to be honest he couldn’t even put it like that; claim that he was the ’original one’ – but Barry decided to keep this all locked inside to prevent leading these children to some next level confusion that would’ve set an entirely new point of no return. It was majorly unhealthy and something only a mind so fast could register, supposedly, without any negative effects. Thinking how these two weren’t related to him at all, but rather, him; a Barry that had been able to settle down and semi-permanently quit his job as a messenger of justice, a Barry that had chosen the other path and agreed to start another generation despite the odds and capricious consequences, without doubt a happier Barry all things considered. Who, apparently, had not only been blessed with one child of his own, but two. A brave hero, worthy of all the fame and praise he got – a suitable rolemodel for these distantly, not even by blood, connected rascals. A better Barry. This was all the man buried in the armchair could gather from the Impulse’s speech, in a way neglecting the rest of it, even though it had gotten a major slowdown with the additional word-slicing habit. And he wasn’t feeling any less laborious while he could’ve rejoiced over the multiversal achievement of the honorable title called fatherhood – not to forget grampshood. There just simply was no place for happiness in his head right now, not with the growing, unsolvable dilemmas all around. And he wasn’t sure if his heart had it any better, with or without the occasional cardiac malfunctions.
One second, and the youngest speedster had practically vanished from his field of vision like some mediocre magician with a handy pouch of black glitter. Another moment, and the lobby had lost its stuffy ambiance. They’d all left him, gone after the coalmine roadrunner. Cywren with her twisted shoulder, and Wally with the small spikes of energy he still possessed though gladly he remained composed. The last thing the man wanted to witness was the fall of the younger of his kind, but he couldn’t even stop that from happening since his words were frankly not clear or convincing enough. Or maybe they would only listen to reason after all of his vital signs would drop to zero. Not something one would wish to achieve. A pair of bright sapphires gazed at the door in awe, trying to catch a glimpse of the grayscale world that opened before the middle speedster, signaling of tremendous longing that had taken a grasp of his soul. But a very lonesome couple of feet were glued to the floor, unable to move the slightest. He was trapped in the lobby, that was what ’ending up like him’ meant. Regular food wasn’t even going to be enough anymore now that his body had been burning an awful lot of sugar in search of fuel, meaning that his appetite had only grown from the already ridiculously high scale and evolved into one demanding nuisance, and also that he was in the middle of a critical medical emergency; something he hadn’t experienced before, not in this particular way. It was yet another thing to add to the pages of ’Physiology Of the Speedsters’. Fifteen long years he had been a greased lightning, and he still didn’t know all the secrets of his own vast creation. How utterly and viciously amusing. A self-directed scoff was released into the silence.
It began as an echo that spread all around and filled each sentimental hallway one by one, soon entering the lobby with almost forgotten gracefulness – the march of a thousand tiny feet. The lone survivor from the battalion of the Bug Queen; the dog-sized centipede that had then been named Candy by its rescuers, crawled its way to conscience and appeared rather satisfied despite the fact that it’d been tossed and spit on by the youngsters. As if it had found and vaporized all possible remains of nutrition this hotel held inside. Scanning the area with its beady eyes and a proud pair of antennae, the insect then skittered over to the chair where the man was residing, getting a warm welcome in the means of light patting to where its head was supposed to be. Even though Barry had once wanted to throw this enigmatic thing out, primarily due to the fact that it worked as a perfect reminder of his terrible failure, he was now seeking comfort from it as if it was merely a Halloween update of a Labrador retriever. ”Hi buddy,” he spoke soothingly, forming up a smile that was supposed to be the kind that makes your heartbeats slow down and fill your thoughts with the wonders of the world, but instead, the other way around. ”I’m not sure if you can even understand me, but… I feel so sorry for you. We practically killed your whole race to extinction, and… I mean I never got the chance to ask your leader about your origin, I know, I screwed up. I acted too hastily. I seem to do that a lot nowadays, not kidding. Assumed that you’re just a bug rather than some intelligible creature from a planet far far away. That’s where I made a mistake. Your leader, she, well she didn’t give us much to choose from. She would’ve enslaved us despite the outcome. But who knows, maybe this cursed place would be a lot better under her authority. Maybe we would have it better. I wouldn’t be chained to this chair and the children, they’d be safe. If we… neglect the fact that she was going to conquer and destroy many inhabited orbs on the way. I’m honestly not sure if that would’ve been too bad compared to this madness.” At this point, the centipede had left to recheck for any leftovers in the kitchen of sorts, remarking this by dropping something metallic to the floor.
This clank retrieved Barry from his trance like state, drawing him back to the situation he was in right now, and he instantly glanced back at his nephew, understanding that he might’ve heard him open up to a roach. As the feeling of distinct ignominy crawled up his backbone, a tense gibberish escaped the parting lips, along with this quiet meltdown; ”Ah – what am I even saying? Get it together, Allen. You almost sound like the General Bugface you were to become,” its sole purpose to turn his previous words into another joke. Even though he was serious about each word – he did not feel like himself at all. Well, what is a speedster without the speed? That’s right, a joke. As if he was able to make a further fool out of himself than he already was. Then turning away from the apparent second-in-command, he sighed deeply and wiped his face of desolation, hoping that with a grin – ignoring the artificiality – he would continue on a less disappointing road, so that Bart who was so full of spirit, wouldn’t fall into the same agony as his predecessors.
One second, and the youngest speedster had practically vanished from his field of vision like some mediocre magician with a handy pouch of black glitter. Another moment, and the lobby had lost its stuffy ambiance. They’d all left him, gone after the coalmine roadrunner. Cywren with her twisted shoulder, and Wally with the small spikes of energy he still possessed though gladly he remained composed. The last thing the man wanted to witness was the fall of the younger of his kind, but he couldn’t even stop that from happening since his words were frankly not clear or convincing enough. Or maybe they would only listen to reason after all of his vital signs would drop to zero. Not something one would wish to achieve. A pair of bright sapphires gazed at the door in awe, trying to catch a glimpse of the grayscale world that opened before the middle speedster, signaling of tremendous longing that had taken a grasp of his soul. But a very lonesome couple of feet were glued to the floor, unable to move the slightest. He was trapped in the lobby, that was what ’ending up like him’ meant. Regular food wasn’t even going to be enough anymore now that his body had been burning an awful lot of sugar in search of fuel, meaning that his appetite had only grown from the already ridiculously high scale and evolved into one demanding nuisance, and also that he was in the middle of a critical medical emergency; something he hadn’t experienced before, not in this particular way. It was yet another thing to add to the pages of ’Physiology Of the Speedsters’. Fifteen long years he had been a greased lightning, and he still didn’t know all the secrets of his own vast creation. How utterly and viciously amusing. A self-directed scoff was released into the silence.
It began as an echo that spread all around and filled each sentimental hallway one by one, soon entering the lobby with almost forgotten gracefulness – the march of a thousand tiny feet. The lone survivor from the battalion of the Bug Queen; the dog-sized centipede that had then been named Candy by its rescuers, crawled its way to conscience and appeared rather satisfied despite the fact that it’d been tossed and spit on by the youngsters. As if it had found and vaporized all possible remains of nutrition this hotel held inside. Scanning the area with its beady eyes and a proud pair of antennae, the insect then skittered over to the chair where the man was residing, getting a warm welcome in the means of light patting to where its head was supposed to be. Even though Barry had once wanted to throw this enigmatic thing out, primarily due to the fact that it worked as a perfect reminder of his terrible failure, he was now seeking comfort from it as if it was merely a Halloween update of a Labrador retriever. ”Hi buddy,” he spoke soothingly, forming up a smile that was supposed to be the kind that makes your heartbeats slow down and fill your thoughts with the wonders of the world, but instead, the other way around. ”I’m not sure if you can even understand me, but… I feel so sorry for you. We practically killed your whole race to extinction, and… I mean I never got the chance to ask your leader about your origin, I know, I screwed up. I acted too hastily. I seem to do that a lot nowadays, not kidding. Assumed that you’re just a bug rather than some intelligible creature from a planet far far away. That’s where I made a mistake. Your leader, she, well she didn’t give us much to choose from. She would’ve enslaved us despite the outcome. But who knows, maybe this cursed place would be a lot better under her authority. Maybe we would have it better. I wouldn’t be chained to this chair and the children, they’d be safe. If we… neglect the fact that she was going to conquer and destroy many inhabited orbs on the way. I’m honestly not sure if that would’ve been too bad compared to this madness.” At this point, the centipede had left to recheck for any leftovers in the kitchen of sorts, remarking this by dropping something metallic to the floor.
This clank retrieved Barry from his trance like state, drawing him back to the situation he was in right now, and he instantly glanced back at his nephew, understanding that he might’ve heard him open up to a roach. As the feeling of distinct ignominy crawled up his backbone, a tense gibberish escaped the parting lips, along with this quiet meltdown; ”Ah – what am I even saying? Get it together, Allen. You almost sound like the General Bugface you were to become,” its sole purpose to turn his previous words into another joke. Even though he was serious about each word – he did not feel like himself at all. Well, what is a speedster without the speed? That’s right, a joke. As if he was able to make a further fool out of himself than he already was. Then turning away from the apparent second-in-command, he sighed deeply and wiped his face of desolation, hoping that with a grin – ignoring the artificiality – he would continue on a less disappointing road, so that Bart who was so full of spirit, wouldn’t fall into the same agony as his predecessors.
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