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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[sciencewhizard]

"Let's say..." He has to think about specifics, cause just once could be a fluke. He shifts his gaze up to the ceiling as he focuses on that.

"First one to be late to something... three times... has to publicly go on the network and tell everyone they're the slowest one around?" That's at least some incentive for Wally.

[imaginate]

Kyle blinks in surprise. 'Huh. Tell you what. Call me when you're Flash, and then we can try it out.'

[sciencewhizard]

"..." His mouth drops into a frown almost immediately.

[imaginate]

'Look, if you haven't reached your top speed yet, it's not a fair contest.'

[sciencewhizard]

"What, saying you can push past the speed of sound with that ring o' yours?" He's a little indignant about this, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He figures Kyle can, but he doesn't have to be happy about it.

[imaginate]

'Mach 10 in atmosphere, and 80% the speed of light in space.' He leans forward, eyes gleaming wickedly. 'Bring it when you've got it.'

[sciencewhizard]

"............." His eyes widen a little, for maybe a second or two, and then he just settles into this really annoyed look. All he can do his mutter some stuff about stupid power limits and maybe retrying the darn experiment if he can get his hands on some chemicals.

[imaginate]

Kyle laughs. 'Dude. I'm just messing with you. You leave me in the dust when you're tapped in to the Speed Force. You even talk faster than the speed of sound.'

[sciencewhizard]

"I wha-" He looks back to Kyle, bright and expectant all over again. Kyle's figuring out how to hit on all his hopes.

"Uncle Barry's fast when he's chatty, but I don't think even he's that fast."

[imaginate]

'Yeah? Well you will be, one day.' He picks up the last of the fruits and chews thoughtfully. 'Word of advice. Get guitar lessons. Or different neighbours.'

[sciencewhizard]

"I-" He pauses, thrown out of his sense of complete and utter joy at that tidbit about his future by that last statement.

"What?"

[imaginate]

'You are many things, my friend, but you do not have a single musical bone in your body.' He chews the fruit absently. 'I think I lost track of how many times we got arrested for butchering My Generation.'

[sciencewhizard]

Wally's about to pout at the whole not having a musical bone thing, but to be honest, he knows he's better off just working his feet on the dancefloor or something. Rolling his eyes a little, he says, "I'll make sure to keep the band idea off the table if I ever meet you in my universe."

And that actually reminds him of one of the things he originally wanted to bug Kyle about; he had heard over the network, when Kyle was chatting to people with Soranik, that something had happened to the Lantern Corps in their universe.

"So... hey," (a very inconspicuous way to start, right?), "That whole... 'Torchbearer' thing I heard the other Lantern mention... What's the real story behind that?"

[imaginate]

That waggling finger Wally dislikes so much? It's back, and Kyle levels it straight at him. 'When, pal. Not if.' Because, differences aside, he really can't imagine a universe - even the evil ones - where one of his best friends wasn't Wally West.

He takes a bite out of his fruit and rolls his eyes. 'It's,' - because I was the last one -'a stupid nickname the Guardians made up and everybody kept it. I'm one the youngest, they think it's funny to tease me with it.'

He's good at hiding it, now. He suspected part of it was coming and had time to steel himself for the direct question. And this Wally doesn't know half his cues, doesn't know when he's really not in the mood to discuss something.

[sciencewhizard]

It's true that this Wally doesn't know Kyle well enough to tell that he's trying to cover up and shift away from this topic, other than a very vague gut feeling. But he couldn't exactly go off of that, not with just meeting the guy. For maybe the umpteenth time today (all thanks to Kyle), the redhead's nose scrunched up in this little look of annoyance, especially at the waggling finger.

"Yeah, I guess that's what you get for being the newbie." And then like that, Wally went to grab a random fruit he hadn't tried before. It looked like it had a bunch of little strings on it that could be used to peel it. Without a second thought, Wally pulled on one and it was like BLAM: the fruit burst and splattered the speedster's face with its sticky green insides.

"..." And then a second later. "Don't even," as he calmly put the pulpy remains of the fruit down and slumped back in his chair.

[imaginate]

He stifles the chuckle. 'Okay. Okay. I won't.' A pause. 'But you have to admit, that was funny.'

Kyle finally finishes his supply of fruit and gets up to wash his plate before he returns and (nearly) sits down. It's been... good, to be with his friend; it's helped sort through a few things, or at least, put them off until he's in a better mood to sort through them all. He taps two fingers on the table.

'Thanks for the meal. Pop by my place any time and I'll return the favour.'

[sciencewhizard]

Wally eventually goes about to clean himself off. Bleck. Once all that's said and done, he wanders back to Kyle and nods, with a big grin on his face. "Sure thing, dude."