OPEN | Wally West ( Kid Flash )

[sciencewhizard]

Characters: Wally West and You
Location: Keeliai - Fire Sector
Situation: Day 02: Wally's been here for a day already - he's yet to make a network post, mostly because he's been concerned with finding work. He's just found a job that fits and he's exploring the city.
Warnings/Rating: None, yet.

[ So aside from the whole situation of winding up here yesterday, Wally West was doing alright. His long ride to the city and settling down had gone off with ease - aside from getting strange looks now and then from the locals when he expressed his disbelief in being "between life and death." He had locked himself up in the suite and spent most of that first day pacing until he fell asleep. With the dawn, he had made the resolution to find himself some work. This was definitely a sprawling place, and not a prison, or so he had determined for now. Might as well go along with the flow. An explanation from a local resident had laid out the sectors in detail for him, and that's what set him on his path for the Fire Sector.

Wally walked like a normal human being for once. It took him a good deal longer than he probably wanted, but even this impatient boy knew better than to go all that way without getting a hang of his surroundings. Once in the Fire Sector, he set his sights on every herbalist around. He figured with what chemistry and biology he knew, he'd be perfect for that sort of a job. Four turn downs. The only reason he got the job he did was because he let slip he lived in the Wood Sector and he showed off his speed. The soon-to-be boss appreciated that he could stealthily retrieve ingredients now and then, maybe cutting down on his costs to the merchants.

With that success under his belt, the ginger-haired teen was told to come back the next day for work, bright and early. Today? He had to himself to finish exploring the city. ]

Comments

[daughterofelysium]

[Triela... has no idea what to do with her time. She's been told about finding work, but something in her - the agency's conditioning? emotion? - rebels at the idea. It's too much like saying this isn't just another assignment, that someone isn't going to find her and take her back to the familiar, and admitting to that- No. She can't.

So she's in the Fire Sector, looking for the noodle place the Rin mentioned, the one that's supposed to be near the palace. But there's a lot of Fire Sector, and 'close to the palace' isn't exactly a lot to go on, and she's starting to get hungry.]

Maybe I'll just see what else they have. [This, with a dubious look at a display window full of unfamiliar fruits and vegetables.]

[sciencewhizard]

[ Exploration did manage to take a lot out of him, so after a little while of that, he decided to try finding some place to eat. He'd already gone through the emergency stores in his suit yesterday. Speaking of, that's what he was still wearing - he hadn't gotten around to buying some local clothing yet, so he probably stood out like a bright yellow thumb. ]

Hnng... [ His voice went right along with a prompt growl from his stomach as he wandered over to some place where it looked like they were serving produce. Heck, twenty apples (even if they probably didn't have those here), would help. Wally slumped against the glass, not really aware of who was around. ]

[daughterofelysium]

[Triela looks from his stomach to his face, eyebrows raised.] You might want to take care of that. It sounds like it's going to eat you.

[sciencewhizard]

[ He glanced over to the source of the voice, grimacing. ] I think it might...

Uh... Sorry. [ He pushed away from the glass and offered here a small grin. ] Name's Kid Flash.

[demon_brat]

[Congratulations, West.

But will you spot a Robin fleeting from rooftop to rooftop, by any chance? Damian's finished with for now, and he has about four hours to waste... so he's out and about, his way. Fire sector has its share of work to do all times of day, these days.]

[sciencewhizard]

[ Wandering about; yeah, he could manage this. There were all sorts of sights to take stock of around here. Places like spas, bath houses, et cetera, places he might have to deal with his new job...

But there was a feeling of something wrong as he walked around, something familiar. He just so happened to look up over to one building, and well... Wide eyes were a go.

Along with flailing.

And a yell at the top of his lungs. ]

Robin! Rob!

[demon_brat]

[Silence. That call? Actually made Damian freeze as he caught himself after the last leap, and listen. (Sure, there were all the other noises of the Sector. There were just none coming from him.) He made his way back to where he could take a look at whoever had called, still stealthy-silent.

Hnn.

He considered it for a moment, then made sure the mask was in place, and, still almost without any noise, dropped right beside the redhead.]

I think you've got the wrong Robin.

[sciencewhizard]

[ The way this kid moved... he was so sure at first that this was his Robin, but he knew the way Dick moved. Even if he wasn't some experienced acrobat, he was Dick's best friend; he could read that style poetry. Or maybe a chemical formula, in his case.

It was only when this kid dropped next to him that he could tell by looks as well.

How much more obvious could it get that he was sad? ]

Ah... yeah. Not the one I know...

[demon_brat]

[Of all the reactions Damian had gotten since he was finally given the Robin identity, this - sadness - was not one he had received. So far. He scowled at the weakness... and, yet. The redhead was hiding nothing, and it caught at the younger boy's pity, just a little.]

Which one? Do you know?

[sciencewhizard]

D-

[ It almost slipped out - maybe he was really big on hoping this would be Dick. Get yourself together, Wall-man. How else to put this so it could mean something?

Aha! ]

The first Boy Wonder. [ Though at this point, it was the only one he knew of; this could have just been some kid playing dress up, though with a decent set of skills. ]

[demon_brat]

Ah.

[Yes. That did mean something to this Robin, indeed. And if Grayson is young enough to be Robin, where the redhead is from, that might make this teenager... Damian frowned, taking in the face.]

Speedster?

[sciencewhizard]

Oh, so you've heard of me?

[ Wally grinned a bit at the acknowledgement of what his powers were. ]

Yep. I go by Kid Flash.

[crotcharrow]

[Work isn't something that Tommy is concerning himself with right now. His only useful quality is his speed, and the idea of being a delivery boy--nay, a chinese take-out delivery boy--is a little harder for him to deal with instead of the idea of just stealing what he needed. It's not like anyone noticed. Well, other than that Red Robin guy, but he was some sort of superhero so that didn't count.

Tommy was in the Fire Sector doing some exploring of his own. Even though he's been here a little over a week, the place is literally huge, with so many districts within sectors that Tommy isn't even sure he's going to be able to explore it all. And he still hadn't even found a head to the supposed turtle-island, with all his looking. He's not sure he ever will. It kind of hurt his head to think about a turtle that big.

He's dressed in his uniform, flitting about the markets and alleys of the sector, trying to get it all memorised. To a normal person, he'd be just a blur. But to a speedster...]

[sciencewhizard]

[ But to a speedster... such as the one still wandering about in his uniform as well. He was taking things slow, taking in the sights, and then, well - there was this big breeze shooting past him, making him pause. His heart had to catch up - he knew what that meant, but- Green eyes looked in the direction the speeding blur went, and his body followed after them, turning itself into a yellow and red blur to unknowing eyes.

It took him a little bit - Darn, this guy's fast. - but he eventually caught up. He looked over to the stranger, grinning. ]

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy had spotted strange looking kid as he zoomed past him, but he wasn't really weird enough for him to stop and investigate futher. Lots of the foreigners had come from superhero backgrounds in this place, and if Tommy didn't recognise them, he's not likely to stop. But what Tommy isn't expecting is for the kid to catch up.

At first he doesn't see him, too busy looking at what's ahead of him to bother glancing, but when that patch of red hair caught the corner of his eye he glances over, blinking a little in surprise. Tommy wasn't aware that there were any speedsters here. Other than him. He turns and starts running backwards to get a better look at him, raising an eyebrow as he smirked, no sign of slowing down.]

Can I help you?

[sciencewhizard]

[ Backing up to him? Wally's brow furrowed just a bit; his brain was already jumping to the conclusion, Is this guy faster than me? He tried brushing that thought away and went back to smiling, all in the space of a second. Right now, they were even. ]

Just admiring another guy with fancy footwork.

[ It might have been a little rude, but he looked back ahead, just to make sure he wasn't going to cra- crud. They were coming up on a larger building and he hadn't been paying attention long enough to adjust. This was going to hurt - Wally's eyes went wide and he tried decelerating, but too late; his momentum ended up throwing him into a roll along the ground and smack into the building. ]

Ow...

[crotcharrow]

[Of course, that second for a speedster was practically ten, so Tommy sees Wally's range of emotions, and raises an eyebrow, that smirk not leaving his smug little fast. He can gauge that he's probably a bit faster. But that would have to wait for a proper race.]

Fancy footwork? You ain't seen nothin--

[When Tommy sees Wally try and slow, he glances behind him and realises that this was about to get really painful if he didn't skid. But skidding backwards wasn't exactly something he'd perfected yet. He trips the moment he tries, taking a few skidded steps backwards before smacking into the ground, grinding to a halt when his back and the back of his head smacks against the wall.]

Owww... [he hisses, attempting to pick himself up, so he can rub the back of his head. That'll teach him for showing off.]

[sciencewhizard]

[ Rolling slowly to his hands and knees, Wally reached for the back of his head and hissed; he could feel this one really tender spot that was probably going to turn into a bump later. Man... talk about not cool; he meets another speedster and he makes himself look like a total tool.

Speaking of that speedster, he looked over to the fallen male and gave a shaky grin. ]

I go by Kid Flash. How about you?

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy is all for blaming Wally for this. If Wally hadn't have shown up and distracted him, he wouldn't have a splitting headache right now, and potentially a concussion too. Lucky for Wally that he's so wrapped up in trying to get his head to stop hurting that he doesn't have a chance to jump up and blame him for it before Wally speaks. At least not yet anyway.

He squints up at the other boy, pushing himself up as best he can from the wall, sending a small shower of cracked paint down on them, and groans a little, heaving a shallow sigh--any deeper and his back would start complaining. That's gonna leave a bruise.]

Kid Flash? What, was just 'Flash' already taken? [he scoffs a bit, giving his head one last rub before sitting up.]

I'm Speed.

[cowled]

[There weren't enough hours in the day to accomplish all he wanted to accomplish, but that hardly stopped him from doing what needed to be done. Bruce had a tendency to get up before dawn, spend ten hours a day working (he'd gotten in at a smithy, which was proving useful when he needed to break in after hours and make Batarangs) and the rest was dedicated to training, patrolling-- the usual Bat-Regimen.

Today, he was out as Bruce Wayne. Mostly he was surveying buildings that he might want to purchase once he had a bit more capital built up. He was discussing the issue with one of the kedan themselves when he caught sight of the boy out of the corner of his peripheral vision.

For a moment, he simply stared, eyes narrowed. Wally West.

At sixteen. Certainly he's no older than that. Young enough to have no idea of Bruce Wayne's alter identity, but there's no mistaking he was a part of the Titans at this age.

Supposing he was from the same universe.

Bruce shifted his stance, continued in his discourse with the kedan, who didn't register the change. But Bruce was now in full view of the boy. Time to see what he'd do. Could be he'd just pass him by, and Bruce would remind himself later to keep an eye on him. Could be he simply resembled Wally West enough to fool him - stranger things had happened on Tu Vishan.

Bruce hated admitting the possibility that he might be wrong, but it was best to consider everything from each possible angle.]

[sciencewhizard]

[ Wally was walking along still nursing the injury to the back of his head; his recent encounter with another speedster, coupled with a complete lack of control over his stopping had proven painful. It'd result in a bump, he knew, and he'd probably have his new boss recommend something for it tomorrow. For right now, he was set on making his way home. He was just walking and looking idly about, occasionally taking an interest in the kedan and then there was this-

Double-take.

Wally's gaze snapped back to the imposing figure he saw cut out among the unearthly citizens. There were some minor differences from what he remembered, but this was definitely him.

Thank god he still had his suit, because he couldn't stop himself from speeding up to the man he knew as: ]

Mr. Wayne!

[ Wally, in his guise as Kid Flash, smiled brightly at the man; as far as his world was concerned, Batman, who Wally highly suspected of being Bruce Wayne by day, but had yet to get confirmation of that fact. If he was right, though, Bruce would know him whether he was dressed as Kid Flash or civilian clothes. ]

You got dragged into this mess too, huh? Think Batman'll find a way to save a prince of Gotham? [ Taking a big risk, but hey, who was going to blame him for passing up the chance, he gently elbowed the man's ribs. Batman might kill him later, but Bruce Wayne, as far as he knew, wouldn't. ]

[cowled]

[It was a good thing that Bruce had such masterful control of his expressions, otherwise that cavalier opening may have resulted in some manner of twitch. Most certainly an alternate universe, and one in which the word 'discretion' had never made it into Wally's vocabulary.

He smiled pleasantly at the kedan with which he was speaking.]

Please excuse this young man's behaviour. I suspect he might have mistaken me for someone of his acquaintance.

[And with that, he turned to Wally. His tone didn't change, but his expression shifted to something a little more Batman. Narrowed eyes, a certain tightness to the jaw-- the usual.]

You're one of those vigilantes from... Metropolis? Star City? I can never keep you all straight.

[There is a very slight warning to his tone.]

[sciencewhizard]

[ No one should get it wrong; Wally did have a sense of discretion, but this was the first chance he had ever had, in his universe, to pull this off: teasing Batman in a moment as civilian. Again, this was assuming his hunch was right.

But then there was that change in the man's expression... Wally was keen enough to notice that, and oh did it remind him of his Batman, sending a small shiver down his spine. ]

I- uh... yeah. Kid Flash, from Central City. Just got here yesterday.

[ He chuckled weakly, trying to break that tension, or at least loosen it; a hand went up to the back of his head. ] I wasn't interrupting anything too important, was I?

[iron_ego]

[Day 02 for Tony Stark and he's rather put out at the idea that someone else needs to hire him and not the other way around. And he's certainly not out pounding the pavement shell to be getting one. No, someone will eventually catch onto his genius and, until then, he's going to bask under the lavish amenities that the Fire Sector has to offer.

He's basking will, and basting under a few glasses of some local imitation of whiskey outside a massage parlour, when he spies Wally walking past. He's almost out of alcohol and, well, why get it when he could hire someone.]

Hey, you. Kid. Come here a second. You up for making a quick buck?

[sciencewhizard]

[ So what had gone on today? Oh, right: on top of a new job, he's met his best friend's alternate universe replacement, a fellow speedster who could apparently go way faster than him, and his best friend's dad. Lots of things to mull over, so when he hears someone calling out, he has to kind of slump into a stop and look about.

And when his eyes land on this guy, well, it's obvious Wally had other things on his mind. ]

You're talking to me?

[ He pointed to himself. Silly speedster. So of course, he wasn't going to wait for a proper response. ]

This isn't going to turn into something like Scarface, is it?