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Post by Walter West on Feb 6, 2017 21:35:12 GMT -6
The mention of Mallory's father gave Walt momentary pause, but his smile regained its place as she addressed his questions.
"Well, that's only a little disappointing."
The deal regarding puns and the Trickster made him grin.
"What, him?" Walt flipped a hand in a matching gesture. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he's the bomb. (He likes those, right?)" Walt started chuckling excitedly as his feet left the roof of the building.
"Ooo-ooh, wow. Whoa. This is cool..." As they started sailing towards the crime scene, Walt's laughter grew more and more thrilled, compounded by his frequent interjection of puns.
"This is coool! Do you ever get winded? Does your vision get cloudy? Man, I'm blown away!" Walt turned to Mal, who seemed impressively composed. "You'd make a dime this way, y'know, giving tours!" It was at this moment that Walt thought to ask about Mal's earlier mention, but for better or for worse, it was also the moment that Walt noticed the masked figures gathering on the top floor of the building beneath them.
Parking lot. Top floor. Classic. Cops'll be up soon... Walt noticed one of the men wearing a balaclava load a magazine into a sniper rifle, plant it over the side of the building and press his eye to the scope.
...And they'll be too late.
Turning again to Mal, Walt pulled his goggles over his eyes.
"Looks like you're gonna get the best of both worlds after all, Wiz!" He pointed down at the man peering down at the streets below from behind the gun.
"Throw me there!"
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Mar 11, 2017 0:58:41 GMT -6
Despite herself, Mal chuckled at joke about Aaron being the bomb as they flew. He'd actually gotten a laugh out of her. Then he got started on the puns.
“You should cool it with those puns, or you’re not going to have an ice day.” She tried to keep a straight face but cracked after a moment. The suggestion about giving tours gave her pause, as she’d never actually thought about it as a way to make money. Wasn’t actually a horrible idea. Just needed to figure out who’d be crazy enough to let her take them up in the sky. She looked back over at the Flash. “I suppose I could give tours...but I think you’re the only one who’d willingly let me pick them up.”
Mal looked down below them, spotting the same man on the roof as he took up his position with his rifle. Her first instinct was to hurl a lightning bolt at him.
Don’t want to kill the man. Kind of defeats the point of this little exercise. Maybe a snow flurry or dense fog or-
“Throw me there!”
Or I could do that
“Thank you for choosing Mistral airlines, please remember to keep all hands and feet inside until you’ve landed. Have a safe trip.” Mal motioned with two fingers at the man on the rooftop, as if ordering the small collection of air currents she had commandeered for the flight into battle. They tossed the Flash directly at the man.
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Post by Walter West on Mar 11, 2017 17:49:08 GMT -6
The Flash giggled at Mal's final quip, his laughter rising to a cackle as she sent him flying towards the gunman below.
Fastball Special, thine day is done, he thought gleefully.
The Flash hurtled towards the building's top floor with such turbulence that even the speedster felt a thrill as he soared straight into the gunman's line of sight. The man's eyes flicked towards the inbound projectile- given another second, he would've likely tried to swing the rifle upward toward the crimson comet (whose manic laughter, rising rapidly in volume, forced the gunman to perceive him as some sort of deranged firework.) Instead, he felt the sudden impact of two boots hitting his chest with enough force to propel him across the room, limbs outstretched in front of him, until he reached the opposite wall with a thud.
Meanwhile, Walt had regained his balance, crouching with his arms held out. His face portrayed a puzzled joy for a second or two, his smile widening as he slowly straightened up. At this moment, he heard the impact of his target against the wall. Walt winced, but then shrugged almost immediately.
"Well, 'thud' is better than "'crack'". He rushed over to the man who lay in a slump precisely where he first fell. Reaching a finger slowly towards the man, he gingerly prodded the would-be assassin. Instantly, the man jerked (making Walt recoil with a surprised whoop!) before groaning and reaching for his ribs. Walt sighed and grabbed his own chest, relieved.
"You had me worried there, pal!" Then, hunkering down beside the man, Walt adopted the tone of a disappointed but patient parent. "So what's the deal? Huh? Did somebody take your shit?"
A door crashed inward a few feet away, and Walt threw his hands up to his chest as he stood, adopting an innocent expression.
"Police?" He asked hopefully. Turning towards the sound, he saw four guns being leveled at his head. "Not police," he observed, disappointed.
"Don't move, asshole." The man's voice was clipped, but steady.
Walt grinned, his hands still held up palms-forward in front of his chest.
"Would you say... freeze?"
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Jun 11, 2017 18:55:01 GMT -6
The manic laughter that filled the air in a rising crescendo caused a smirk to form on Mistral's face. The laughter was infectious to say the least. She found the dropkick impressive, having taken a few to the chest her own self. She rubbed her ribs in sympathy as Flash got up and poked the dazed man there before looking around for the impending police assistance. She didn't exactly want to be immediately targeted by them on accident.
He looked liked he had things under control for the moment, so she decided to find the rest of the sour grapes in this bunch. They shouldn't be too far off from their friend with the sniper rifle. She floated down one level of the parking lot looking for a bunch of guys running around with guns and/or balaclavas as well. She spotted them on the stairwell, heading right back up to their fallen friend. "Where do those stairs go, Mal?" she muttered to herself. "They go up." She popped up behind them just in time to see them draw down on the Flash.
She looked at him and grinned. Ice started to form around the four men's feet before it began to envelop them. "Yeah...stop cold in your tracks, boys."
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Post by Walter West on Jun 14, 2017 6:23:35 GMT -6
Walt lowered his hands, but his smile remained wide as the armed men before him started to panic and thrash in response to their icy entrapment. A few tried to force their legs through the ice or to turn to face the voice behind them, but these attempts were met with abject failure.
One enterprising member of the group found that he could still move his upper torso, and managed to swing the rifle towards Walt and fire one found before he was cemented in this improvised shooting stance, the ice ending just below his neck. Walt snapped his hand up to catch the bullet (briefly considering its value as a souvenir), but, recognizing an opportunity, let himself fall backwards, flailing expertly to the ground.
The man who fired the shot grimaced with an ugly sneer.
Walt, lying on his back, clutched his heart and threw one hand straight up into the air.
"AAAAUAuaghhhh!!..." Pressing his outstretched hand over his heart as well, Walt continued as the frozen assailants looked on in utter confusion.
"Ohhhh, m'God. Oh... OH, the pain! Bullets!" Walt broke character, chuckling to himself, but concluding his performance. "Oh, how was I to know they'd have bullets?!" The speedster now lay on his back cracking up, clutching his sides, as the hostile ice sculptures in the center of the room looked on, wearing expressions ranging from fury to flustered panic.
Rolling to his feet slowly, Walt wiped a tear from his eye as his laughter trickled out.
"Now that," he said to Mal, "Was not half bad." He raised his hand for a hi-five.
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Aug 27, 2017 18:56:58 GMT -6
For one brief, terrible moment, Mallory panicked. She saw the guy move to raise his rifle and put her hand out to direct the wind that was starting to pick up due to her panic at him. But it wasn't fast enough before he fired. And in the back of her head she knew the Flash was faster than a speeding bullet, but logic was not what was dictating her actions at the moment. She ran around her new ice sculptures, the air propelling her steps forward as Flash fell to the ground clutching at his chest.
"Flash!" she stopped next to him, freaking out as he flailed. She may have always been on opposite sides of the law from him, and sometimes wished he'd trip over something while chasing after her and fall flat on his face. But not this. Never this. And then he started laughing. She froze, almost as still as the men she'd covered in ice as he continued laughing and sarcastically asking how he was supposed to know they'd have bullets. Dear God, he was as bad as Aaron, she thought.
As he rolled to his feet and put his hand out for a high five, Mallory smiled at him. Then she cuffed him on the shoulder instead. "That-" she frowned. "Was ridiculous. I was already making plans to disappear because everyone would blame me if something happened to you."
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Post by Walter West on Oct 6, 2017 12:30:48 GMT -6
Walt stood and beamed before taking Mal’s gentle hit, which only made him beam more proudly.
“Not a bad idea, but thankfully unnecessary. Besides, it’s not as though I invited you out without fully expecting to be shot.” He looked at her admiringly. “A measured risk, considering the fact that I’ve always wanted to fly by tornado.”
The sounds of a platoon of trampling feet met his ears and he turned to the doorway. Holding his arms wide at his sides, he called out to the armored police troopers who made their way inside.
“Fellas!” Walt shouted gleefully. “Glad you could make it. It’s never fun cleaning up after a party alone.” He bent slightly towards Mal before speaking more quietly.
“But you probably don’t want to stick around, do you? As much fun as we had here, I don’t expect you to shake hands with the mayor just yet.” He paced over to the window and leaned outwards, glancing at the several-dozen-story-drop before turning back to Mal and smiling eagerly.
“Do you want to drive back, or do I?”
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