get yer ice villains here

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WHO: Captain Cold and OPEN
WHERE: Various places all over the City
WHEN: May 1st - 3rd
WARNINGS: none at the moment, but Cold's kinda a supervillain. And a bit of an asshole.
SUMMARY: Some guy in a blue parka running around on streams of ice and walking into bars and stuff
FORMAT: tagger's choice! quick to start


[ Evan isn't answering his mirrors or his comm, and while Cold was all about ready to give a man his privacy, the whole drama on the Network, well, it gave him the chills. (rimshot)

That and Mirror Master's the only other active Rogue in the City, and Rogues need to stick together.

Walking everywhere was tiring. Well, technically he's not walking, he's taking up the sidewalk and going across rooftops, shooting ice under his feet and propelling himself forward.

Sometimes he gets off the ice to check bars (okay, he needed a drink), skeezy places, parks, the grocery store (seriously, even supervillains need to eat).

Goddammit, Evan. ]

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HOW ABOUT THAT GROCERY STORE

[trickier]

[ Living with Piper wasn't so bad. It was certainly more preferable than being completely alone again after everything. The rats he could do without, but eh. He could deal.

The thing was, both of them weren't the most healthiest eaters. Because life of a rogue and old habits die hard and all that, more often than not they ended up eating fast food. They should probably eat proper meals more regularly.

Hence why James finds himself in the grocery store (in more casual clothing, but still wearing his colors), gathering ingredients for a good lasagna. ]

WOW THIS WON'T BE AWKWARD AT ALL

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[ Beer and potato chips. No basket or anything. Might as well stock up on supplies while he's out.

His hood's down, but the costume's still getting a lot of looks.

Hang on, that's -- ]

...Trickster?

NOPE NO AWKWARDNESS HERE

[trickier]

[ He was just contemplating sauces when—

Wait, he knows that voice. He's glancing over, surprised.]

Uh, hey Len. [ fancy... meeting you here... ]

NONE AT ALL

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James. [ They'd spoken on the network before, but it was a bit different seeing him there in the flesh, all not dead and walking around. There's a bit too long of a pause before he says anything else. ]

Looks like you're settlin' in.

[trickier]

[ It's weird for James too. It's been so long since he's actually seen Cold and after everything that's happened, he's not entirely sure how to act around the man.

But he can play it (heh) cool. ]

Don't have much of a choice, do I? I could say the same about you. [ Although well, with that parka on. . . He can't help but raise an amused eyebrow and there's a hint of a smile on his lips. ] Then again, maybe not.

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It ain't the easiest thing ta get used to, but I've been through worse. [ It was half-boast, really, half statement. Compared to the past couple of years, the City was more like a vacation than anything. ]

[trickier]

I think we all have. [ Len gets something of a half-smile before James looks back to the sauces to pick one and drop it in his basket. ]

This place isn't so bad though.

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[ He snorts, continuing to stand awkwardly around. There really wasn't much more he needed to pick up. ]

You can say that again. No Flash, no big crisis every week, and take a step outside the City and it's all easy pickings. Only wish the twin cities were here - it feels like all the maps're wrong.

[trickier]

[ Now that he has his sauce picked, there isn't much to do but awkwardly turn to face Cold again. ]

Oh trust me, it's not always this calm. If you think there isn't a big crisis every week, you must have missed the alien invasion.

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Great. Last thing I need is more aliens. [ Scowling under his goggles. At least he's still on Earth this time... ]

[trickier]

[ Holding up his finger because he hasn't even said the best part yet! ] Identity-stealing shapeshifting aliens.

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Perfect. And here I was thinkin' it was gonna be the simple life. [ Looking VERY UNIMPRESSED wow do you gotta ruin his dreams, seriously ]

[trickier]

[ He just tilts his head and smiles. Guess who's already used to it all. ]

I'm afraid not. Welcome to the City! It is not actually that different from home.

[backatthehotel]

[Skeezy places. Good way of putting it. This whole neighbourhood's qualifies. But Pink's got what he came here for, so he's going to get out now, with his wallet lighter and his pockets a little more full of -- none of your business. He's making his way to the nearest subway station (cabs? here? ha!), trying to keep an eyes on his surroundings.

The bloke in the fuzzy blue parka (and possibly riding on an ice-slide), he's a bit of an attention-catcher. Excuse the incredulous staring, Len.]

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[ Len had slowed down for a moment, thinking for a second he saw a flash of orange in a window (he swore, if McCulloch was just messin' with him --) but it was just the reflection of something across the street.

He spots the man staring. ]

Watch it, yer eyes might fall out.

[backatthehotel]

[Aw, God. He's gonna roll those eyes, not very intimidated.]

Little warm for the getup, ain't it, mate?

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[ Half a snort. His hand goes to the gun at his belt instinctively. ]

It's never that warm for me.

[backatthehotel]

[A half-step back. Hands not going up, though. Not yet.]

Hey. Let's not start that, right? I was just saying. Not gonna get you many friends, 'round here. Whatever you're in the neighbourhood for.

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[ He raises his hand off of it, just a bit to pacify - though it's still close enough for a quick-draw. ]

I'm not really here ta make friends.

[backatthehotel]

Wouldn't've guessed. What, then?

[He shouldn't even ask, really. But, fuck, he's not turning his back on an imPort with an itchy trigger finger.]

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[ Pause.

He doesn't really want help, but he can't be everywhere. He grunts. ]

Lookin' for one.

[backatthehotel]

Yeah? Who?

[Not really concerned. Casual curiosity, at best.]

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Past couple 'a days, you see anybody in yer reflection? Not countin' your own ugly mug, no offense - someone else.

[backatthehotel]

[Oh, hey. Recognition.]

The Scot?

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[ He starts, not honestly expecting an answer. Now he's peering through his goggles at the man. ]

That'll be him.

[backatthehotel]

[He shakes his head. Looking a bit more concerned, now.]

Ain't seen him. Sorry, mate. Not for a week or so. Talked about him doing some work, ain't heard nothing since.

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[ In his business, "work" meant dangerous, and with Mirror Master missing, he's a bit suspicious of everything. ]

What kind of work?

[backatthehotel]

[Shrugs.]

Getting me some things from 'cross the pond. Never got to actually giving him the list.

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[ He relaxes slightly. ]

Just a bit of smugglin', then.

[backatthehotel]

You wanna call it that. He run into trouble?

[What's that, it's been over a dozen comments without Pink lighting up a cigarette? We can't have that.. He offers the pack in Len's direction.]

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Could have. Could be nothin'. Could just be the machine. [ He's talking casually, a bit guarded. Being worried did him no good, so he threw away the inclination to fret and moved on to dealing with it.

He waves off the cigarette.]

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Mm. There's that. [Ugh, he hopes it wasn't a port-out. He wanted that stuff.]

I see him, you want me to point him your way?

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[ Pause. There's no harm in it, from what he can see. ]

Yeah, tell him to talk ta Cold.