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⇥ ┃ #BSKYRP #MVRP #FFRP #FINALFANTASYRP ┃✑
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All kinds of gods coming around on a sudden! I suppose I should be on my best behavior...and bring an umbrella for the thunderstorms!
All kinds of gods coming around on a sudden! I suppose I should be on my best behavior...and bring an umbrella for the thunderstorms!
He shrugged, fully aware that, until he cleared things up, he'd be the target of every lascivious and scandalous thought the dragon could muster.
"But if you keep making guesses, I shan't!"
“… Ya sure that ain’t one of yer “friends” that you were visitin’ last night?”
He chortled, turning around as he still waited for the food.
“See? We won’t be going hungry. If people want to pinch pennies, leave them to me.”
He shrugged, fully aware that, until he cleared things up, he'd be the target of every lascivious and scandalous thought the dragon could muster.
"But if you keep making guesses, I shan't!"
He walked past, patted the man on the shoulder. He was *audacious*.
“Yellow’s my second favorite color, either way.”
Maybe a little.
“My mistake!”
He walked past, patted the man on the shoulder. He was *audacious*.
“Yellow’s my second favorite color, either way.”
“My mistake!”
He wipes his mask as if he could reach the drool through it.
Charming music led to senseless admiration.
He did give the man in the mask another flash of a grin.
“You’re drooling,” he chuckled—which of course he couldn’t actually confirm—but it amused him to get a reaction.
“My mistake!”
Charming music led to senseless admiration.
He did give the man in the mask another flash of a grin.
“You’re drooling,” he chuckled—which of course he couldn’t actually confirm—but it amused him to get a reaction.
Whether he was unaware he was speaking to a criminal or not didn't seem to enter into his mind; what mattered was the music.
Charming music led to senseless admiration.
He did give the man in the mask another flash of a grin.
“You’re drooling,” he chuckled—which of course he couldn’t actually confirm—but it amused him to get a reaction.
Whether he was unaware he was speaking to a criminal or not didn't seem to enter into his mind; what mattered was the music.
Whether he was unaware he was speaking to a criminal or not didn't seem to enter into his mind; what mattered was the music.
He showed a picture.
Not unexpected. He’d heard about the Flash (which one he couldn’t say since it seemed to be consistent) having a way with villains; one of a rare few that most villains knew were guileless and trusted.
“Any ‘weird’ stories? You know, oddities or what-have-you.”
Not unexpected. He’d heard about the Flash (which one he couldn’t say since it seemed to be consistent) having a way with villains; one of a rare few that most villains knew were guileless and trusted.
“Any ‘weird’ stories? You know, oddities or what-have-you.”
He shook his head, giggling.
"Yep, I'm the third in the Flash lineage, after my uncle and the original Flash who's now retired. And my cousin? He'll one day be the fourth."
He appreciated the color choice on that one.
“So that would make you the—Third Flash?“
He appreciated the color choice on that one.
“So that would make you the—Third Flash?“
He licked his blueberry ice cream.
He appreciated the color choice on that one.
“So that would make you the—Third Flash?“
“Let’s start with—mm, pistachio—let’s start with your favorite team-up.”
"Where do I start? I'm a guy who can run real fast. I fought side by side with metahumans and aliens. Stopped bad guys, monsters, catastrophes. Uncovered government conspiracies. Literally died to save the world. Stuff like that."
He plucked a string or two as he sat there in the park; it wasn’t a bad day. Nearby a man was selling the first season’s ice creams and coffees in a food truck.
“Let’s start with—mm, pistachio—let’s start with your favorite team-up.”
He plucked a string or two as he sat there in the park; it wasn’t a bad day. Nearby a man was selling the first season’s ice creams and coffees in a food truck.
He grinned, looking the speedster over, dedicating the image to memory.
Who knew when he’d see him standing still again, right?
“Bet you have some great stories buzzing in that red head of yours! And please, keep up the levin-ty!””
He plucked a string or two as he sat there in the park; it wasn’t a bad day. Nearby a man was selling the first season’s ice creams and coffees in a food truck.
He grinned, looking the speedster over, dedicating the image to memory.
Who knew when he’d see him standing still again, right?
“Bet you have some great stories buzzing in that red head of yours! And please, keep up the levin-ty!””
"I'm the Flash, speed and electricity are kind of my thing."
He grinned, delighted at a new conversation.
He grinned, looking the speedster over, dedicating the image to memory.
Who knew when he’d see him standing still again, right?
“Bet you have some great stories buzzing in that red head of yours! And please, keep up the levin-ty!””
He's just staring...