#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?

[mostpopularmagi]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Theatre With: Barry @scxrletspeedster​

“Thank you again! Goodnight!” he bowed as the curtain fell then sighed; betwee his own shows and covering for Zatanna, he was pulling upwards of 15 shows a week and it was wearing him out. Worth it though, his cousin wasn’t up to it right now and he’d done more in the past. Luckily not a single person had complained he was filling in for his cousin so he was taking that as a compliment all in itself. 

Getting back to Zatanna’s dressing room he’d barely pulled his gloves off when he saw he wasn’t alone. “Am I going to have to file a restraining order against you?” he deadpanned at Barry, his dove fluttering over to perch by the dressing room mirror. “I heard you got hurt in the mission with NOVA, good to see you up and about.” he added, a little more stiffly. Barry was nice so he should be nice back, that’s what Eddie would want...

“If you’re looking for Zatanna she’s a little busy right now. I’m filling in for the foreseeable.” 

[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.”

[txdkxrd]

When: Post Avenging League Meeting Where: Star City - Outside Avenging League Meeting Space With: Barry @scxrletspeedster 

Thankfully, the meeting had gone okay and he’d not stumbled over his own little role in the whole affair. He always got nervous when so many big names were present and they didn’t come bigger than where he’d just been. Plus he was starving. He’d not eating since lunch and the cookies had looked good but he knew he didn’t deserve any. 

Stepping out into the fresh air he sighed some and stretched, the casual movement probably more than more could manage without hurting themselves. When he finished he looked and saw The Flash, Barry, was next to him, “Oh, hey man.” he grinned, “Heavy stuff right? Meetings like that make me nervous.” Ted laughed a little, his infectious guffaw seeming to fill the space around him. “Not seen you properly in ages. Keeping Booster outta trouble right?” The loveable goof always seemed to be giving Barry headaches. 

[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.” 

[evan-mcculloch]

Breaking Glass || Evan & Barry

When: Oct 1st Where: Star City - Dr. Inglo’s Lab With: Barry Allen @scxrletspeedster

Summary: After discovering prominent physicist Dr. Inglo in Star City has been beating his daughter, Evan decides to take the law into his own hands; Barry arrives to stop him, with deadly results.  

TRIGGERS: Child Abuse (Implied), Injury, Death  

EVAN: It was all over the papers, the famous Dr. Inglo and his Prismatic refractor. The ability to convert light into pure energy, more so his research into dark matter; if light could craft energy, what could a substance we cannot see or understand do? All very interesting, remarkable, even. Shame a man so gifted with scientific acumen had thought it acceptable to use his daughter as a punching bag. It was only rumours, but rumours spread, and it was amazing what people would do in front of a mirror when they thought they were unseen. Evan wouldn't stand for it. Yes he was a villain, a killer, a monster, but he had his lines, and no one deserved to get away with doing what that man had done. So, the night Dr. Inglo's largest experiment into light and dark matter he'd struck. The man had mirrors set up to reflect beams of charged particles. It should allow mirrors to make energy gates, wormholes or even access new dimensions, similar to his own mirror world experience. They could've been allies, but no. Tonight this man would die. "Say it." he muttered, stepping out of one looking glass, his mirror-gun aimed squarely at the cowering doctor, "Tell me just how ya felt using yer wee one fer target practice. Did ye feel good? Feel strong?" his voice a whisper, "How de ya feel now?"

BARRY: It had taken Barry entirely too long to put two and two together. By the time the stories about Dr. Inglo's refractor technology and dark matter research had hit the presses, the rumors began spreading like wildfire about his abusive tendencies with his daughter. Barry had paid it the normal amount of attention - disgusted that the remarkable man would stoop to something that depraved; if the rumors were to be believed. He had been watching another news report about the man when his mind caught something his eyes couldn't see - the man had given an interview in his home and on display just shy of being off-camera was a large vanity mirror. The twisting in Barry's gut had given him all the indication he needed to check things out. He hadn't heard from Evan in a while - and though that didn't mean the man was up to something, Barry had a bad feeling. Inglo's rumored history was a prime target was Evan to take out some pent up aggression. The speedster bolted across the City, coming to a skidding halt as he whisked into and around the room - quickly moving Inglo behind his desk and out of the sights of Evan's mirror gun for the time being. "That's enough!" His voice was firm and commanding - the tone it came out when he was being serious and not his usual joking self. "I knew my bad feelings were justified..." He sighed, having not wanted them to be.

EVAN: “Flash.” Evan deadpanned. He’d also lost the quiet lightness he’d had in their previous meetings, this wasn’t a semi-dangerous heist. This man deserved to die. And Flash wouldn’t get in his way. “I’m a fair man so I’ll give one wee chance to zip on out the door before I start shooting. This monster’s gonna be put down.” He took a step forward, gaze fixed on the cowering doctor. “Rumours may be all you have but it’s amazing what some people’ll do when tha’ think it’s just em’selves and their reflections.” He spat. “If ye protect him yer fair game.” He took a shot, the concussive light blast shattering a large mirror behind the pair of them, raining down sharp shards. He took the chance to escape into a mirror and step out of another to get a better shot. “This can end with yer in one piece or shattered in bits Flash.” He said, voice raised yet still not quite shouting, he almost never raised his voice. His expression was deadly, completely devoid of anything save burning hatred in his eyes. It was enough to make clear there’d be no negotiating this time. He fired again and missed, but the shot continued to blasted Inglo’s machine, the pressure making in whirl to life.

BARRY: The shattering of the mirror behind them had Barry kicking up a gale as he whirled around Inglo - knocking the falling shards away from them just in case Evan decided to slip a hand up through one of them. He tucked the doctor underneath his desk and regarded him with a firm glare. "Stay put." The words were more of an order than anything. Evan wasn't playing around, which meant that Barry needed to buckle down as well. Standing back up, he quickly scanned the area for the next point the man moved to. A slight hiss and he glanced at his hand where one of the shards had cut a thin line through his glove and into his palm as he swatted it away. A minor inconvenience. "You know I can't do that Evan. I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will. The Justice system will deal with Dr. Inglo if there is anything to deal with -- not you." Barry stated firmly. The blonde checked the remaining reflective surfaces in the room - a couple smaller mirrors on the sides of the room and a giant mirror along the opposite wall. With another spark, Barry quickly turned Inglo's desk around to shield his new hiding spot from view of the mirrors and positioned himself on the other side - standing valiantly as he crackled with electricity; ready to move at a moment's notice.

EVAN: "And how will they do that?" he asked, standing within a mirror, Flash couldn't touch him there. "They'll try'n drag out a wee trail with all tha best lawyers he can buy and nothing'll happen." He'd seen it many times before; he'd taken some jobs like this pro-bono back in his hit-man days. In the end the wheels of justice just couldn't do in months what he could in minutes. And though it all Inglo's child would suffer. No. It wouldn't happen this time. He didn't smirk at the wound to Flash, he didn't want kill him, not really, but he had his own code which wouldn't be denied. Inglo had to die; if Flash got in the way he'd incapacitate him too; it was just business. "Good luck with'that." he vanished and appeared in another mirror, aiming a shot that glanced off the desk leg Inglo hiding behind. Meanwhile his machine was whirling loudly, a beam blasting into the largest mirror of the room to make the surface ripple. Evan shot out of another mirror and grabbed a sharp shard, throwing at Barry like a knife and aiming another few shots of light with his mirror gun.

BARRY: "The system isn't perfect, but it is what we have to use!" Barry stated. He knew the system was flawed, agonizingly slow, and more times than not the people that deserve punishment either got very little or none. Yet, it was what the people had chosen to carry out the law and it was what any true 'by the books hero' would have to accept. For all his speed, however, there were times that Barry just wasn't fast enough. Even he slipped up. The first shot that chipped itself off the desk behind him caught his attention and he moved to engage Evan as he unleashed his assault. Zipping and ducking over the spray of concussive light shots was the easy part, but the mundane shard of glass that had been thrown had been forgotten and as Barry came to a brief halt, the sharp shard burrowed itself deep into the forearm of his right arm. The speedster let out a pained yelp, but bolted straight at Evan. Reaching out to grab him, Barry whirled his body at the same time. In hindsight - Barry knew he should have used his left arm; but it was habit to use his right for most things. As he gripped Evan's clothing firmly and felt the man's body leave the ground in the speed-powered whirl, Barry let out a sharp yell as pain shot through his arm from the shard burrowed in it. The pain brought him to a sudden stop and his grip on Evan's collar slipped. He had been intending on sending even hurtling towards one of the walls in order to put an end to this conflict quickly - but the sudden stop and release of his grip sent the man in a different direction. The blonde could only look in horror - as if time itself seemed to stop around him more so than usual. He had noticed the machine going crazy earlier; noticed the rippling mirror, but he had paid it little attention. It hadn't seemed important enough with Evan being in the room. "Evan!!" Barry cried out, ripping the shard of glass from his forearm so it could begin healing.

EVAN: "The system's a damn toy folks like him know how a play with." He growled back lowly. He'd seen governments get real criminals off scot-free; hell they'd done that with him when he'd been given Scudder's tech. Then he'd been one more tool for them to play with system with; they could just blame their killings on the new Mirror Master who wasn't officially working for the government. He had no doubt someone like Inglo, who was working with this kind of tech, could easily call in that kind of help. It had been years since he'd last fought with Flash properly but it was like riding a bike, misdirection was the goal, he was fast but he still had to think, the blasts did their job of keeping his mind busy while the shard caught him. He was about to use that as a point of entry to get an unmissable shot but Flash, true to his namesake, was too quick and had a hold of him before he could get the shot off. Fuck. He was so close. He let out a wordless cry and tried to get hold of something but in the tempest of Barry spinning he couldn't get a grip, and then he was stumbling back, barely holding his feet steady, unable to stop himself for continuing back, the momentum too great and his arms flailed, trying to grab something, anything to stop him. It wasn't enough. It didn't hurt, but it was cold. So cold. And he yelped, stumbling to the side and falling to his knees as the semi-transparent beam from Inglo's machine hit him. Nothing happened for a few moments and then Evan's body began to ripple like the mirror surface. His feet began to crystallise over, turning to glass that seemed to be made of thousands of tiny shards. He struggled to his feet, he could barely move. "W-what have ye done?" he whispered, now shards of glass up to his waist, "F-flash," his voice trembled, "I-I'm..." he tried to speak but it was difficult, his neck glass, then his chin, "I'm cold." he whispered, his face glassing over.

BARRY: Barry could only look on with horror at the scene playing out before him. The beam had struck Evan and for a moment it looked as if nothing was going to happen, but once the man's body began rippling and crystallizing over with the very same mirror-like glass around them, Barry took a step towards him - unable to will his body to go further. What if he hurt Evan more by trying to touch him? Was it even safe? "Evan, what's happening to you!?" Barry pleaded with him for answers as the glass continued to spread. Another step forward and Evan's words sent chills straight to his bone. I'm Cold. "No, no, no." The word came out in quick, repeated utterances. "Dr. Inglo, what's happening to him!?" He demanded answers from their companion instead - only to find a look of true horror upon the man's lifeless body - a hole burrowed through the desk where one of the stray light bolts had penetrated his flimsy protection. Barry hadn't been able to save him. In all his show and firm statements, Evan had won out in the end and succeeded with what he intended to do all along. Yet, what was happening to him... that didn't seem like a just desserts. No, Barry had done this - whatever this was.

EVAN: Evan couldn't feel anything, he couldn't speak, he couldn't see... he couldn't feel. Everything was quiet. Silent. It should have been frightening but it was, peaceful. But, it was still cold. So cold. His body showed no change, he didn't hear Barry's words. He didn't see Inglo's dead form huddled beneath the desk. Nothing. His body began to fall apart, each shard pulling away from his form and beginning to fall to the floor until there was no form of Evan at all, just a pile of broken glass that continued to break down under the wobbling ray of Inglo's machine. They continued to crumble from shards to dust... to nothing at all. It was only then that the low hum of Inglo's machine quieted and it turned itself off, whirling down into standby mode. The giant mirror ceased it's rippling effect and all was quiet. Just Barry and the dead doctor.

BARRY: Silence. That was what filled the room as the machine quieted down into standby mode and the low thrum of the rippling mirror ceased. Blue eyes were locked onto the pile of shattered glass shards where Evan's body had once stood - wide, tear-laden as the situation sank in. Shakily, a hand went to his cowl-covered ear and he redirected his comm system to dial out to the SCPD. "Flash here. Got a body of Dr. Inglo, the work of Mirror Master. Can't stick around; I need to find him." And just like that the call was ended without giving the officer on the other end time enough to ask any questions. It had been an almost subconscious movement to report the body as his gaze never left the shard pile as it faded into dust and then nothingness. Barry dropped to his knees and sat there as his mind worked through the reality of what had just transpired. Evan was gone. That had been on him - because he slipped up and had gone about engaging him in the wrong way. Another mistake made from a spur-of-the-moment choice of action. That certainly seemed to be his track record. "I'm sorry..." The words came far too late. He had several minutes before SCPD would arrive - and he used them, motionless on the floor as he held his healing forearm in his lap. "I'm so sorry..."

END

[kitemanxhellyeah]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Streets With: Barry @scxrletspeedster

Holy cow it’d actually worked! Okay so he could’ve done his thievery a little better... having several gangsters he’d nabbed the money from a few streets behind him wasn’t great but if he got away this’d be the first big money he’d earned in a while! Chuck was pelting it around a corner, hoping to find a fire escape he could get up for a lift off when a red blur zoomed into view and the next thing he knew he was tripping up and landing head first in a trash bin. 

He was frozen for a moment, trying to adjust to the abrupt change but the smell soon got to him. “Oh dude!” he cried, legs kicking about as he tried to throw himself out of the bin. By the time he’d managed there were several unconscious thugs close by and The Flash himself was standing over him... Well, he thought it was him; his mask had half come off in the fall, most of his lower jaw was visible now. “Thanks, I was getting tired, running’s a real pain when you can’t do it super-fast y’know.” he said with a grin, sitting on the ground looking up at Barry.