[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ICLsanB.png[/img] [/center] [COLOR=#dbf220][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Central City[/I] - [I]Present Day[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #1.04:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Blur[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#dbf220][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4876457]Guiding S.T.A.R[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/indent] [b] The Night Of the Explosion [/b] A jewelry store was being robbed by a man wearing a pair of sunglasses and a black suit. Well, black was hardly the word to describe it, because even black isn't quite dark enough. It was made in a totally non reflective matter, while still looking like a regular casual business suit. He wore leather gloves, his hair was slicked back and he carried a handgun with a silencer in his hand. He didn't cause much of a ruckus, in fact, he even waited in line to talk to the cashier, the gun inside of his inner pocket. He knew that today, the alarms wouldn't work. His contact had assured him of such a thing, and that man was never wrong about these kinds of things. It was his turn to face the teller, he was the last customer as the store was closing for the day and now, it was just him and the teller in the store. With a soft smile, he spoke, softly and elegantly. [color=Black]"I'm planning to propose to a certain special someone.. And well, I can't quite make up my mind. Would you be a darling and pack everything up for me to go?" [/color] He smiled wider, as the gun was lifted from his pocket, resting calmly on the counter, facing the teller, whom at first thought he was joking, then saw the gun and swallowed hard, trying to remain her cool. [color=Black]"Please, with some semblance of speed."[/color] He told her and the cashier quickly began clearing out the displays and putting them into a discrete black bag. "Y-You're caught on all the cameras, sir.. You do know that you'll never get away, right?" [color=Black]"I'm willing to take that chance, darling."[/color] he spoke softly, leaving a small bundle of 100 dollar bills on the counter. [color=Black]"A tip, if you will."[/color] As he took the bag and walked out into the open street, just as the sky opened and the Arc Reactor exploded. The material he had coated his suit and glasses with came off of him and hit him right back, sending him flying through the store window, knocked unconscious, where the woman yelled as she was on the phone with the police. The man would later be arrested and put in Iron heights prison in Central City. [hr] [color=#ffe659]"When I recharged my batteries by stealing the lightning bolt destined for another - for my enemy, I didn't quite get it right. It didn't give me my powers back. It gave me his. It changed me from being a runaway train nobody and nothing could hold, to simply faster than a speeding bullet. I guess that's how you can tell that my perception has warped over all these years. But it doesn't matter how fast I am, not for now. What matters is that I run. So I run. All the time, I've understood the conditions for my survival, and if there's one thing Eobard Thawne knows, it's survival."[/color] Thawne spoke into the voice recording to Gideon, adding to to his audio logs. The red blur, donning the suit he had arrived in this time in, he had vibrated it's colors to look red, the same red that drove him as mad as a bull once upon a time. It had only been a couple weeks since he woke up, but he knew what to do. He hadn't wasted any time running more tests than the people at S.T.A.R would absolutely required, and once he could convince Dr.Wells that he was fit to leave, he did so. Seemingly with a new lease on life, at least to the Doctor. Whom, for the record, Thawne was not quite convinced that Dr.Wells wasn't a younger version of himself. Sure, he couldn't find a time vault, nor could Gideon locate another instance of her operating system in the current timeline, but that was hardly conclusive evidence. The Doctor knew things. He cared too deeply about 'Eddie', so interested in Thawne changing the world, using his powers for good. It was a sense of nostalgia, but it truly made the time traveler uncomfortable. Which isn't exactly a feeling he's accustomed to. Thawne had spent the last couple weeks saving people, as fast as he could. Car crashes, muggings, houses on fire. He ran up the side of a building, quickly saving a woman whom was falling down the stairs, over the railing. He caught her and ran her down to the bottom floor before she could even react. [color=#ffe659]"That makes 89, Gideon."[/color] [color=#ccffff]"Very impressive, Professor Thawne. A number that dwarves that of your predecessor. I believe Mr. Allen had only saved 5 people by this point in his career."[/color] [color=#ffe659]"Was there any doubt that I'd be better at this than Allen?"[/color] The speedster said with a smug grin as the blur tore through Central City's downtown, back to Eddie Thawne's rundown apartment which Thawne was quickly tidying and arming to be a proper place of living, not a crack den. He arrived in his living room and dismantled from the suit, vibrating out of it and putting the suit back in the ring he wore on his finger. Turning on the TV, the news were all showing footage of the most recent sightings of the 'Central City Comet' 'The Red Blur' 'The Streak' Thawne rolled his eyes. He hated all of those names, at least now that they applied to him. He'd taunt the [i]other[/i] with them once in a while. But it wasn't the time for his new alter-ego to be dubbed. Not yet. He barely had time to grab something to eat, four extra large pizzas with a side of chicken curry and big belly burger would sate him for a time, but he knew full well that soon his metabolism would be too powerful for food. He'd need chemical sustenance. That would mean interacting more with the savages at S.T.A.R. He shrugged and finished the last slice of the pizza as his phone buzzed. Speaking off the savages. Cisco was calling. Thawne cleared his throat and forced a upbeat smile. Time to be Eddie. [color=#ff4d4d]"Yo man! How are you doing? Haven't heard from you in a hot second. You doing aight?"[/color] [color=#ffe659]"Hi dude! I'm just chilling, eating some pizza, watching some Netflix. I'm doing good. What's up?"[/color] [color=#ff4d4d]"Dope work with all those rescues, man! I know it was you. Had to be. So, if you don't mind playing some more hero, Me and Dr. Wells think we've got a situation over here.. There's been a breakout at Ironheights.. Someone tore the roof off one of the cell blocks... From the inside."[/color] [color=#ffe659]".. With a tornado?"[/color] Thawne asked, opening up a hologram on Gideon where the news article clearly showed that The Flash's first super villain outing was against Clyde Martin, the brother of the late Weather Wizard, who's powers it was the Wizard would base his tech on. Clyde was still presumed dead since the night of the explosion. [color=#ff4d4d]"What, no?! It's like, a handprint on the inside of the ceiling, the parts that are still there, anyway. It looks crazy! We're going over there, come meet us and we'll talk more." [/color] Cisco insisted and hung up after Thawne responded with a 'uhuh'. This wasn't good. This was not the plan. The Present is changing.