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OPEN | Wally West ( Kid Flash )

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. ]

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[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?

[ 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...

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.

[ Yeah, speaking of bruises, he could already feel the prelude-ache that came before them - he was going to be walking purple and black tomorrow. He reaches up to brush the fallen paint flakes out of his hair and off his suit. ]

Ah-hah... Thing about that. The Flash is my uncle. I a- was, his sidekick.

[He blinks at that. Speedster uncle? Hah, that sounded like him and Quicksilver. But he was not a sidekick. Kid Quicksilver just sounded really stupid.

Tommy remains on the floor, trying not to move too much as he could feel the bruises starting to blacken against his throbbing back.]

A sidekick? Wow, that sucks. [he snorts.]

[ He frowned a little - people always assumed that; and yeah, it had its moments, but hey- ]

Not really. He's a pretty cool guy. I looked up to him before I even found out about his powers.

[Tommy laughs a little, but he understands. Sort of. Quicksilver had always been his favourite Avenger when he was growing up. He's pretty sure a part of it is because Pietro could just run away if things got too hairy. Or something pathetic like that. It wasn't until he himself was a hero that they found out they were sort of related. By magic. God what was his life?]

So does that mean when you grow up and graduate hero school you get to take over the name?

I- well...

[ He'd never actually thought about that before. That wasn't how things seemed to work with heroes back on his world. Once he got too old to be Barry's sidekick, he'd probably have to take on a unique name. And then there was the fact that he might not even want to continue with this. ]

I honestly don't even know how much longer I'll keep this up.

What, superheroing?

[He blinks a little. How could a speedster ever hope to live a normal life? Tommy knows that whenever he's forced to use 'no powers' back home it drove him to near madness. He just had to run.]

And you're a speedster? Good luck with that.

[ No, Wally definitely knew that urge to run - it was instinct. He'd never deny that, but there were some things that had started to seem more important than gallivanting.

He huffed and crossed his arms. ]

Yeah, well some things can change your mind on that.

[Tommy watches him for a few moments, and then tilts his head. He can't really imagine what he'd do without this. He'd been lost during the months the Young Avengers weren't a thing.]

Yeah? Like what?

Like watching people you care about getting swallowed by the job.

[ He didn't need to be reminded of the Helmet of Fate - it haunted him every day, especially with what it did to Zatanna's dad. ]

[Ah. That. He heaves a small sigh, and leans back on his palms, looking at the sky.]

Oh. That. Yeah, okay, I know what you mean.

[ Sigh. Wally settled over against the wall that he had crashed into; he slid down against it until he was seated. ]

Yeah, anyhoo, that's not happening any time while I'm here. Looks like things are pretty... wound up.

[Tommy glances over to Wally, and tries to stretch a little--regretting it pretty quickly after. He's itching to stand up but he just does not want to even attempt that right now.]

--So hey, what's your top speed? The only other speedster I met was my Uncle and he's not really into racing.

[ Well, here was something he was just going to waltz right on into. ]

Speed of sound. You?

[Tommy smirks smugly.]

Faster. I never actually measured it.

[ ...And that just pissed in his apple juice. He went silent and just stared at the speedster. ]

...

[He raises an eyebrow]

What? Breaking the sound barrier is kinda easy...

--Hey, can you explode stuff too?

[ Oh no. His expression got worse. This guy could vibrate, too? ]

...My uncle can.

[Welp. He now knows he's better than Wally. But that's not helping him make friends it appears.]

That sucks. He never teach you?

[ The speedster sighed and just looked off to the side. This was clearly an uncomfortable topic for him, but what the hell? Not like there was anything going to turn this around right now. ]

My recreation of the accident that gave my uncle his powers didn't give me the full set. So. Speed of sound's my limit. No vibrating.

[He perks up.]

Wait--you're not a mutant?

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WOW IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG LIKE WOW...

It's cool!!

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