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[contranitoris]

[ It's late at night, when most good little residents should be asleep.

The video feed focuses on the face of a man in his early 50's, only mildly disheveled, propped up against a wall in one of the many corridors of the mansion. He pushes his glasses up on his nose and offers the tight, almost sheepish smile of a prideful man gathering up the courage to ask for help. His free hand settles on the back of his neck, squeezing it. ]

While it seems customary to make an introduction, I'm afraid that this isn't, entirely what that is.

[ His cadence seemed to speed up and slow down with odd emphasis. ]

My name is Harrison Wells. A name, I am sure, some will find at least somewhat familiar.

It seems that whatever has brought me here, or by whatever means, neglected one very important piece of equipment. You see, I am--

[ He started to shift his position, he elbow driving back against the wall, but he didn't seem to get very very. ]

--I'm paralyzed from the waist down, and by whatever means I was transported here, my chair did not make the journey. If anyone would be so kind as to find some manner of assistance, I would be very grateful. Though I'm afraid I have little frame of reference for where I am, but I will help the best I can.

[ Then his tone shifts. It's rather subtle, and to the uninformed it merely sounds as though he suddenly became gravely serious. But to those he addresses, there's no mistaking the shades of the true Eobard showing through. ]

And Barry. Caitlin. Ms. West, if you've been brought up to speed. You must be careful of what you say, especially to one another. I have reason to believe we've been pulled through time as well as space, and cannot be sure our starting point was the same. Sharing certain details could cause irreparable damage to each others' timelines. The four of us will need to sort this out.

[ There was nothing more than a lift of his eyebrow and a slight cant to his head. Those he addressed would know what it meant. ]

Comments

[accelerate]

[ barry's already followed his impulses, and it lead him to here. consider him needing a recharge before he acts stupidly. he already knows the ramifications of his decision, and it weighs him down greatly. like concrete stones tied to his feet, he can barely pull himself afloat, let alone act instinctually and angrily. ]

[ his answer is quick: ]

No.

[ he doesn't look down at thawne. a part of him simply wants to look through him, but barry's never been able to phase his gaze through that face. it's been difficult with harry, but he's managed to look at him with something much softer and warmer. to know eobard thawne sits before him now, pretending — he looks over his head instead. ]

[ but after a long moment, he lowers his gaze, unable to ever really let that carrot dangling above his eyes remain unacknowledged. ]

No one here knows that, Thawne. [ the curve of his mouth remains in a thin line, but barry almost looks smug. a part of him feels it, and perhaps the cockiness of the speed force is still with him. fear is healthy, it ensures he understands there's a risk — but barry feels slightly invincible now. ]

[ and for all the wrong reasons. ]

This isn't Central City. Leave Caitlin alone.