[CLOSED] That was love and it's an ache I still remember

[looksfine]

Characters: Aya and Not!Razer Wally West
Date: Mid-June
Location: Wayne Enterprise
Situation: Wally comes for a visit to check out the place, and along the way, encounters a certain living robot...who might be thrown by the auditory similarities between him and a certain Red Lantern she used to know.
Warnings/Rating: W for Wally.


During the daylight hours, Aya made every attempt to put time into the laboratory at Wayne Enterprise. It was an inherited duty, with many recent disappearances. People she had known casually. People she respected, and would honor by taking up as much of the responsibilities as she was capable of.

Fortunately for their memory, Aya was capable of a lot of things.

Multitasking, for instance. Without the basic necessities most carbon-based life forms required, she could go for hours, non-stop, with little regard for the passage of time. Awareness, yes. Regard? No. She had far more important things to regard, including the multiple holo screens worth of data scrolling in front of her.  Which she was doing at that precise moment, cross-referencing and analyzing each and every variable.

"Yes.  I believe the probability of success will increase to 74.3 percent with these newest alterations."

Comments

[runrightround]

"Thanks partner."

He holds his fist out to her, expecting a fistbump in return. This seems like a special enough occasion for one. It doesn't occur to him that it might be strange to her in anyway, he just keeps blabbering on.

"Or co-worker? I don't want to assume I'm on the payroll now... Wait, do you even get paid?"

[looksfine]

Her eyes fell to his hand first, confused, then back up again at the question.

"There is sufficient allowance in the budget for monetary compensation. I do not require much, as I do not require most of the usual necessities that other living organisms do, so I have made a point to prioritize payment to those who have offered their services here as well."

[runrightround]

"Oh. Sweet."

Money is money, and it's really not that big of a deal to him, but he's not going to complain about it. He waves his fist around a little.

"Are you going to leave me hanging?"

[looksfine]

Of course Aya would follow the procedures she had learned to be the expected cultural norm. Work required compensation. Particularly of this nature, where said compensation would result in the individual being able to care for himself with regards to basic necessities. Food. Housing. These were important.

"Hanging?" She continued to stare.

[runrightround]

"You know." He continues to wave his hand around. "Don't you?"

After an awkward second or two (or three!) he realizes what's happening here and he makes an 'ooh' sound. Wally has gotten so used to hanging out with the team, where there are fistbumps aplenty, that he may have forgotten that not everyone ever knows the majesty of the move. He puts his hands on his hips and grins at her.

"You really don't know how to fistbump? That's a shame."

[looksfine]

Fistbump...fistbump...

Oh!

"Hal Jordan has spoken of this Earth tradition on more than one occasion. Is that what you were attempting to initiate?"

[runrightround]

Hal Jordan? How does she know Hal Jordan? Wally takes a second to really look at her and, yeah, he notices the lantern symbol and the green. Interesting. One thing at a time though.

"If you know the Hal that I know," he pauses briefly. She probably doesn't know the Hal he knows. "Or some version of the Hal I know... then yeah."

[looksfine]

"I know multiple Hal Jordans. The one who first gave me my name...he is not here." She sounded almost saddened at this thought. "But there is still one who remains in Keelai, to my knowledge. The younger one no longer registers on my scanners."

[runrightround]

"I met the one that's still here, he's not from where I'm from either." It's strange knowing how she feels about the lack of a familiar Hal, but that's how life goes here. Apparently. "So, you're a Green Lantern? With the cool constructs and everything?"

[looksfine]

"You are familiar with the Green Lantern Corps?"

[runrightround]

"Yeah!" Uh. "Well, not overly familiar. I know there's a lot of Lanterns and you guys protect planets. And space."

[looksfine]

"Then they do exist in your universe of origin."

She seemed incredibly pleased by this fact. Proud, even.

[runrightround]

"Mhmm. Between them and the League, it's a wonder bad guys ever try anything."

Of course, it would be weird if there were no bad guys, then what would all the superheroes do? Delivery? He shudders at the thought.

[looksfine]

"I am unfamiliar with any particular League. Are they another variation of the Corps?"

Like Star Sapphires, perhaps?

[runrightround]

"No, they're... You really don't have a League where you're from? What do the not Lantern heroes do?"

Does everyone do their own thing like Red Arrow? Because that sounds like a cluster...ahem.

[looksfine]

"I am not certain. From the moment I was first brought-online, I have affiliated myself with the Green Lanterns, and only the Green Lanterns."

[runrightround]

"Sounds like you see a whole lot of green. Anyway, the League is sort of like the Lantern Corps, but there are more heroes involved and a variety of powers. And color..."

Spandex in any color of the rainbow, really.

[looksfine]

"So they involved Red Lanterns and Star Sapphires as well?"

Strangely enough, she appeared to be more visibly put out by the thought of allying with the Sapphires than any Reds.

[runrightround]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Uh, no? I've never heard of either of those, anyway."

[looksfine]

Now she was curious.

"Then what other groups have you allied yourself with?"

wow Aya I hope you were prepared to hear his life story

[runrightround]

"I shouldn't say anything, but since you're a Lantern and a friend of Hal's..." His tone of voice is only slightly smug sounding.

Okay, maybe a little more than slightly. Wally will take any excuse to gush about the Flashes... which inevitably leads to bragging about himself.

"You are looking at Kid Flash. Fastest boy alive. Proud partner of the Flash. The fastest man alive." He pauses, and holds up two fingers. "Actually, he's the second Flash, but he's faster than the old Flash. They both kept the name though. Which is kind of confusing? But the old one is pretty much retired." He crosses his arms now.

"I mean, I guess the second one could have still picked a different name, but then I'd have to change my name because it would look like I was the old one's partner and not the new one's, y'know? And that couldn't work because he was active way before I was even born."

At no point does it occur to him that he might be over-thinking or over-explaining this. He wants to make sure that she gets it.

"Or, I could just say it's an homage. Which it already sort of is, but only because their names are the same... Oh! And there's the team, but that's a whole different thing." He nods, satisfied with his answer.

/always prepared for--wow Wally you can sure talk.

[looksfine]

[He sounded quite proud of himself. It was all Aya could do to follow.]

Fastest boy. Fasted man, and the second in an apparent lineage of fast men. Who share a name. Even though they didn't have to. It sounded as if it were meant to be a token of respect.]

Are the other members of your Team "fast" as well?

His true talent tbh.

[runrightround]

"We all do different things. We probably wouldn't be that good at what we do if we were just a team of speedsters." And being the only one on the team suits Wally just fine.

Kid Mouth being true to his name

[looksfine]

Varying abilities, convened together to fight a common enemy. Aya could appreciate the logic in that.

"Then your allies are capable of compensating for whatever shortcomings your unique abilities may present."

[runrightround]

"Yeah. It's too bad not all of us are here, we could show everyone what we can do."

The team isn't perfect, of course, but he's proud to be a part of it. Proud of the things they've been able to do. For the second time since arriving here, he realizes how much he's going to miss everyone. He rolls his shoulder, to shake off the feeling. There's no reason to dwell on it, besides he's not completely alone.

"But, uh, three out of seven isn't bad, I guess. That's almost half."