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[projected]

[When the feed clicks on, there is only a faint static sound with what sounds like the microphone being covered a couple times. From the turn of the sound, one can surmise the device is being moved in the hand of the person who turned on the feed.]

This crude device is quite deceptive. At first it looked like an antiquated smart phone of sort, but inspection shows a different story. I'm a bit more impressed to learn it connects to a network that everyone is on. A means of communication is interesting... I'm curious as to why it even exists actually. Maybe that question is intentionally open-ended?

[He huffs a quiet breath of laughter out, the number of possible answers already sprouting to mind.]

If I'm being honest, I never really liked Alice in Wonderland. I can acknowledge it's historical value, and it's why I read it, but Alice herself was... fake. Designed as the perfect image of childhood innocence. She went around this new world so new to her without fear, wondered by all around her. Any flaw with her was never designed, but created by those who read the story. The world, much like this one, was of far more interest.

...What do you think of Alice though? Was she foolish for being too trusting of Wonderland, or can she be absolved for her curious nature? I think the answer you would pick, even if you don't say it aloud, reveals what kind of person you are.

If you don't want to share your answer that's fine. However I am curious about what kind of people are here. A melting pot of universes isn't exactly commonplace. I do hope this place won't be as tedious as reading Alice's adventures.

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[breacher]

[ The heads up from Barry had been appreciated, so when he finally gets around to Thawne's feed, the voice doesn't take him by surprise. It's not so much the voice though as the cadence, the rhythm, just how damn much Eobard Thawne likes to talk. Idly, he's grateful that at least it's that particular voice and not his own but idly, he knows he's just looking for the silver lining amidst this whole entire dumpster fire.

Harrison leans back and rubs at his forehead for a solid minute. If his eyes could roll back any further, they'd be looking at his head.

Briefly, he debates going text only, maintaining a sort of anonymity. He'd managed it well enough with the last one but then again, it had been extremely necessary. This time around was different. So really, it was more like ripping a band-aid off than anything else. ]

Are you, though? That curious.

voice;

[projected]

[The voice is faintly familiar, and it takes him some time to dig the memory from his mind, but he recalls it after mulling on the message for a few minutes. The man of no importance, hm? He knows a bit better now.]

I'm more curious about the answer than the question itself really. What's your opinion on it?

voice;

[breacher]

I think Lewis Carroll thought he was more clever than he actually was.

[projected]

No one is ever as clever as they believe they are.

[Except Eobard, because he has properly measured his cleverness and has never once over-estimated himself in the slightest.]

The same can be said for you, right Dr. Wells?

[breacher]

What do you think the answer to that question is, Thawne?

[ it's a harsh word, coming from him — "Thawne." ]

[projected]

[He never cares for how his name is said - with kindness, or harshness, he just enjoys the way it sounds. It's validation no matter what form it comes as.]

Naturally you do. [He smirks, although the feed naturally doesn't catch it while on voice. Still, it's conveyed in his tone.] For a man of no importance, you seem to have quite an impact on history. Don't sell yourself so short.

[breacher]

[ if he were more on edge, he might genuinely be annoyed by that. but Barry's warning coupled with, well, a general lack of shits to give these days means Harrison is rolling his eyes instead at that. ]

Says the man who can't get enough of the sound of his own voice.

[projected]

Why deflect a compliment? I managed to read up on you after our very first meeting, and I was impressed. For a 21st century scientist, you accomplished a great deal.

[breacher]

[ because it's probably not him Thawne read up on. Harrison rubs at his temples, just shaking his head. ]

You read up on me. [ a beat. ] Of course you did.

[projected]

You didn't make it easy for me. Honestly, why were you so cagey about your name back then? Did you just want to be a pain in the ass?

[breacher]

Do you really want me to answer that question. Really?

[projected]

...Why do you insist on being so abrasive. It's not attractive. [He sighs.] I don't ask questions I don't want the answer to.

[breacher]

[ like. where do you even start with that.

He pinches at the bridge of his nose before he speaks again, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. ]

Yes, Thawne, everything revolves around you and I wanted to be a giant pain in the ass. Happy?

[projected]

You keep deflecting my questions with sarcasm, so no. Should I just find you and torture you for the answer maybe?

[breacher]

Yes, because you're going to do that after announcing as much over a public feed.

[ more sarcasm. but, as much as he hates to admit it: ]

I know you won't because you're smarter than that. [ UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ] This is why people are cagey around you — the threats and everything. You realize that, don't you?

[projected]

Aw, you called me smart. That must have been hard for you.

[He just laughs a little - Harry's prickly nature does nothing to deter him. If anything, it just makes Eobard want to antagonize him further.]

You have a really violent image of me don't you? I think sufficient torture for you would just be strapping you down to a chair, and then reading something long and boring. My presence alone seems to make you suffer.

[breacher]

You don't do much to discourage it, Thawne. Everyone's presence makes me suffer, you're just another drop in the ocean.

[projected]

Don't lie to me, Dr. Wells. Even from the moment we met, I could tell something about me really pissed you off. It seemed more aggravated than I usually get.

[breacher]

Then clearly, you've never seen me around Barry Allen before. But I'll be the first to say you're a smug piece of work and those types are always a thorn in anyone's side.

[projected]

We already have so much in common then. You're pretty damn smug yourself, acting so belligerent. But I can admire that attitude, which is why I'm not angry at you.

[breacher]

[ WHY.

his first instinct is to let out a droll "lucky me," but he realizes all too quickly that that's just an invitation for him to either keep going on and on, get really angry, or both. ]

. . . Great.

[ it's slightly more neutral. slightly. ]

[projected]

I look forward to becoming fast friends with you.

[Said without a hint of sarcasm, but certainly with some mocking undertone.]

[breacher]

[ Is it smart to sigh deeply and hang up on someone like Eobard Thawne while rolling your eyes?

Probably not, but that's exactly what Harrison is doing. ]

[projected]