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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.

Threaded | Flat

With his duties for the semester over at Heropa University, Wells found that he had an abundance of free time that he had little idea how to use. Sure there was his work at the imPort cellular research lab with Raina, but that could only take up so many hours in a day. So he's been getting to work using the tech of this world to create the tech of his world. The technology of his time rather, as he finds many components often have decent substitutes even in these dead times.

However, as he's in his room ordering parts from online, he gets a mild prickling sensation that he can't quite explain. A feeling of being watched rather, and though he isn't skittish he does have a healthy sense of paranoia. One that tells him something is off around here.

Quietly he unlocks his desk drawer to pull out a small handgun, one kept in case of emergency use, and leaves his room with silent steps. Thankfully he has no roommates anymore, so there won't be a worry about any commotion if someone is robbing him and he decides to shoot them in the shoulder. However as he slowly steps into his living room, gun cocked and ready to shoot, he notices a top hat that can only distinctively belong to one man.

"Shade?" He asks as he enters the living room in full, seeing that it is indeed the man. He moves the gun down and behind his person, not shy about having it but not seeing a reason to use it anymore (he doubts he could even shoot him with his powers.)