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maskormenacelogs2015-12-20 10:13 am
foreshadower) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-12-20 10:13 am
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WHO: The Shade and Dr. Wells
WHERE: Harrison's Place
WHEN: Sunday
WHAT: So hey bud wanna be bad????
WARNINGS: N/A
Honestly, Shade didn't know what to think, about the upcoming assignment. He certainly couldn't do it alone, and being without his powers was... disturbing, to say the least. The prospect of doing his work without powers? Even moreso. He simply couldn't do it, not really. His method for thieving? Slip in with his powers, take, and go back the way he came, through what wasn't the Shadowlands, but close enough.
Which did little good. He suspected he could get in, but out would be more difficult. Impossible, really, unless he was exceptionally lucky, and Shade was well aware of his luck. It wasn't going to happen. It was likely to instead backfire, and he would be powerless for longer. You tell an immortal who doesn't sleep and eats only for pleasure that he is to be mortal, and it simply doesn't go well. Shade knew that well enough, he'd done it before, when he'd been in prison.
The plan, therefore, was to assemble a team.
Or rather, a group of thieves. well enough of an idea, and Shade was rather pleased that he'd come up with the idea, but it was a matter of time, and planning.
And the first step, was to find another like-minded individual who could run -- he chuckled to himself at that -- interference.
Which was how he was in Harrison Wells's living room, sipping mildly on a delicate cup of tea, and waiting for the man to notice that he was there.
It was fine, he was an immortal. He'd wait.
WHERE: Harrison's Place
WHEN: Sunday
WHAT: So hey bud wanna be bad????
WARNINGS: N/A
Honestly, Shade didn't know what to think, about the upcoming assignment. He certainly couldn't do it alone, and being without his powers was... disturbing, to say the least. The prospect of doing his work without powers? Even moreso. He simply couldn't do it, not really. His method for thieving? Slip in with his powers, take, and go back the way he came, through what wasn't the Shadowlands, but close enough.
Which did little good. He suspected he could get in, but out would be more difficult. Impossible, really, unless he was exceptionally lucky, and Shade was well aware of his luck. It wasn't going to happen. It was likely to instead backfire, and he would be powerless for longer. You tell an immortal who doesn't sleep and eats only for pleasure that he is to be mortal, and it simply doesn't go well. Shade knew that well enough, he'd done it before, when he'd been in prison.
The plan, therefore, was to assemble a team.
Or rather, a group of thieves. well enough of an idea, and Shade was rather pleased that he'd come up with the idea, but it was a matter of time, and planning.
And the first step, was to find another like-minded individual who could run -- he chuckled to himself at that -- interference.
Which was how he was in Harrison Wells's living room, sipping mildly on a delicate cup of tea, and waiting for the man to notice that he was there.
It was fine, he was an immortal. He'd wait.
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"Funny, you seemed to get it out alright. Besides, Trickster was quite the thief! There was always a difference, where we come from, in real thieving, and Flash thieving. He's quite good at the former, as would be anyone else I allowed to sign on."
Not that he thought he had to convince Harrison, but... well, that was awfully rude, wasn't it? Insulting him like that, but then again... he was so...different. More like a Lex Luthor than one of the Rogues.
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It's true though that he never saw himself among the Rogues. For one, the Rogues were nothing but an obscure legend associated with the Flash. A couple of them stood out, like Captain Cold, but for the most part? They were nothing to history and thus nothing to his eyes.
"It's your funeral Shade," he huffs and takes a small sip, finishing the last of his drink. "Since you're planning to saddle yourself with someone so incompetent, I suppose it's only right to come along and improve the chances of success."
And who knows? It may even be fun.
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But between he and Eobard?
His grin said enough, sharp as it was.
"I should certainly hope so! I'm pleased that you'll be joining us."
But Shade -- an immortal -- was a fickle man with no sense for time. His leg crossed, he sipped at his tea, the dark of his pants started to slip away, into shreds of dark ash, that drifted to the ground, to disappear before they even reached the floor.
"I'll contact you, when it gets closer. Perhaps by phone next time."