December Musebox

[godelsolution]

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE. Want a specific character of mine? ASK. Or just put them in the subject line. List is here.

 

Examples:

 

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a robot. Whatever!) 

Monster/Demons/Vampires Stuff

Grey's Anatomy Universe

Supervillains!

Circus!

The Future!

Apocalypse

This TV Character IS Now In THIS TV-Verse!
High school!

 

Comments

Pre-Savi Savi?

[electricslider]

Ky was still new to this universe, didn't exactly get all the details of the Allen Family drama that was happening when Savitar first showed up, and she wasn't nearly fast enough to do any good. Maybe a fraction of the Flash's top speed and she had to work up to it. Mach 5 was apparently kid stuff around here.

She instead turned to fighting the smaller fries that propped up. On such a patrol, she caught sight of Barry out of costume. No, not Barry, the one who Savitar scarred. The odd one out. Like her.

So she tried to catch up with him, riding on his speed force coat tails and getting a kinetic boost to catch up with him. "Hey! You're goin' over the speed limit there buster!"

Re: Pre-Savi Savi?

[retrochronal]

The abandoned time remnant? Yeah, that's him. Running fast and going nowhere. Ignoring everyone, including this girl trying to catch up with him. Or at least he tries to, but when she siphons off a boost from him, well: "What do you want?"

[electricslider]

"I wanna talk to you!" She said, still about ten paces behind but managing to maintain the speed thanks to that pesky little ability of hers. She doesn't seem to be giving up either.

"Buy ya coffee?"

[retrochronal]

"Why do you want to talk to me?" He'll just be ignoring the coffee offer, thanks.

[electricslider]

"Because I'm a time remnant too!" She said, starting to trail back a little, and once she falls back too far, her form starts to glow and she bolts forward as a bolt of lightning, over taking him enough to beable to slip back into his speed force wake.

[retrochronal]

"And that matters to me why?" He'll just skid to a stop, then. Unwilling to share speed-force with someone he doesn't even know.

[electricslider]

She reacted quick enough to bring herself to a slightly less graceful stop than he.

"Running around aimlessly does matter to you? You'd think if you were gonna take off you'd actually go somewhere." She can't blame him for the attitude, mostly she's just glad that she didn't fall into that pit of despair, not that it didn't get bad finding out you weren't even really you.

"I'm not representing the Flash fam here. Independent party."

[retrochronal]

"Right. And yet, you thought that's who you should bring up to me." Look how he doesn't believe you.

[electricslider]

Wow, this guy is really...

Well, broken.

Dejected, she shrugged it off. "If you're thinking I'm here because one of them thought I could bring you back into the fold, I haven't told them about that. They don't know what happened to me."

Although she was almost certain Cisco knew, but he wasn't exactly focused on the random 'breacher' they'd found.

[retrochronal]

"Then why ARE you here?"

[electricslider]

"Already told you. I wanna talk. If you don't want coffee, how about this?" She said, pulling a bottle of that speedster moonshine out from her pocket.

[11calls]

Okay, this was... just weird. Standing and blinking in the sun, Alex looked around her slowly, trying to take all of this just in. One moment, she was standing outside the formidable and strong lines of Strand's father's old Victorian house, and now here she wasn't. There was blinding sun in the place of the familiar gray and cloudy lines of Seattle's skyscape, and she was pretty sure that it was definitely a lot warmer wherever the hell she was. The wool of her red coat seemed to stifle her, the heat blooming into her chest and almost making it hard to breathe. Okay, maybe that almost hard to breathe thing was coming from a more internal source than that. Panic attacks weren't something that were entirely normal for her? But they also weren't unknown.

She was definitely having one right now.

Drawing out her phone, Alex just held the slightly battered case between her fingers, lifting it upwards and seeing if she had service. She didn't, which was weird because even when she'd gone to Turkey to see Simon, Alex still had service. She didn't know where she was right now, and she didn't have service and none of this, none of it was alright with her. With her breath hitching, Alex just tried to close her eyes and do the square breathing that her sleep therapist had taught her for times like this. Well, not exactly times like this--there were no times like this. Even believing in demons hadn't prepared Alex Reagan for disappearing and reappearing somewhere entirely new.

As it always was when she was frightened, Alex's canadian accent came to the forefront of her radio-ready voice. "Where the hell am I?"

[vivifier]

"Well, that is the question now isn't it?" And a very good question it was, certainly one he'd love to hear the answer to. Like her, he'd been somewhere else entirely. Not really anywhere better than here, unless one considered being a prisoner of a subdimensional prison in the valley of space and time to be better than a place as hot as this.

And it certainly was hot, wasn't it? Interesting, that. "Perhaps that's exactly where we are. Who are you." A question? A statement? Did it matter?

[11calls]

Honestly, she hadn't expected (or at least she had hoped) that no one would answer the question that she asked aloud. The truth was that Alex is so focused on her show and so often has a recorder in her hand that she's used to saying some things aloud. Like that one for instance. So, when there's a male voice, Alex just startles quickly, and her hand tightened around her phone as if she was going to pitch it forward like a weapon. It was only at the last second that she didn't, but the tension was there in the line of her back and the white of the knuckles against the blue case.

"We're not in hell," the words are said almost reflexively. "Hell definitely wouldn't look like this." At least in Alex's imagination, she definitely had a first row seat in response to it. After all, if it happened it would be her fault. But she answered the question reflexively. "Alex Reagan. Who are you?"