dear_mun | ( canon is arrow, mun is impatient. )

Isn't getting ahead of themselves what muns do best?

That — does seem to be the general consensus around here, yeah.

My mun hasn't even finished the book I'm from and she thinks she knows me. [ does she sound annoyed, bitter and possibly like she'd like to point her luger and her mun's head? maybe. maaaaybe just a little. ]

So what about you?

I'm definitely sensing a pattern here, yeah. They're very, uh, quick to assume. Sure, a little optimism goes a long way, but in this case— [ He laughs gently, in hopes that this can marginally diffuse the tension. His head shakes. ]

Uh, I'm not sure. She's looking forward to big things, apparently. Big things that even I'm not quite privy to, as of yet. I guess you could say this is her way of, I don't know, testing the waters? Finding some footing before it all kind of — [ He holds out his hands and gives voice to what represents a small explosion. ]

[ sorry barry, cassie's just well... it's been a long time since she's seen another human being. the last one she saw she may have shot and killed. ]

That...doesn't sound good.

[ she pauses, because how do you do the talking to people thing? also this guy is kind of cute. NOPE CASSIE DON'T GO THERE OR THINK THOSE THINGS. ]

I'm Cassie.

With her, it generally isn't—? Or, well. That's what I hear, anyway. Which is actually somewhat terrifying, but—

Uh, hi. Cassie. I'm Barry. Allen. [ Does she do handshakes? He does handshakes. Awkward handshakes, but the attempt is made nonetheless. ]

[ for a second cassie just stares at barry's hand because what is that even? she half looks like she's expecting him to shoot or attack her. because that's what some of them look like... they look human but they're not, not even close. but it's a hand - it's something so normal and yet to her it isn't normal. not anymore. ~~also because her mun is horrible and is pulling her from a place before she meets other people because the angst and awkward is the best!~~

she does shake his hand though, even if it's awkward. ]

...nice to meet you.

[ beat. ]

Sorry... I uh - it's been a while since... since I've actually talked to someone.

I — yeah, I get that. Sometimes I get so cooped up in my lab that I just — forget about. Well, generally everything.

Which, now that I've admitted that out loud, I'm regretting ever having said it. [ He takes a moment to backtrack. This isn't all about him, of course. ] But it's nice. To meet you, too. Heh. Sorry. I messed that all up.

You have a lab? What do you do? [ because that is so much better than her reasons. camping in the woods, going from town to town and well... seeing no one. ]

It's okay. [ a shrug. ] It's not like I'm any better at the whole... talking thing. Not that you're bad! I mean... [ SHUT UP CASSIE, SHUT UP! ]

Uh, — I'm an assistant at the CCPD. [ It occurs to him that she may not know what that stands for. He laughs, rather at himself than anything else. ] Sorry. That's, uh. That's Central City Police Department.

No, no. Hey, I get it. [ Oh, he really does. ] Trust me. Don't even worry about it.

So, do you help with investigations? Murders?

[ pause. ] This might sound crazy but... has the 5th Wave happened? Where you're from? [ she doubts it, because of this thing where people are from different universe and worlds. but she can't help but ask, because if he is then is means she isn't the last human. she isn't alone. ] If you even know what that is.

[ With a short roll of her eyes. ] Why take the long way around when you can just skip ahead to the good parts?

Ah, something about the journey rather than the destination? I hear they're pretty adamant about convincing themselves they're in the clear with stuff like this.

Yeah, but you don't actually buy any of that, do you? Most of them are so knee-deep in bullshit they've gotta wear booties and waders.

Well, no. Not really. But it also beats being shoved into the back of a proverbial closet, so all this? Is more preferable than it isn't.

Depends on the closet. [ Though she really isn't one to talk. Being undead dials your everyday, average teenager apathy all the way up past eleven.

She looks him up and down once. ] So what's your deal anyway? I mean there's gotta be a reason she's so into, right?

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My — my deal? [ He chuckles, though there's some very serious apprehension here. Barry settles his hands in his jean pockets, following her eyes up and down his figure.

He crooks a brow. ] You know, ...I'm not entirely sure. Something about being a "huge fan"? I think there's also something about comic books in there somewhere—? Not too sure what that's about.

I'm just an average guy with a woefully average job. [ For now. ]

[ She definitely seems to tune out at the phrase "comic books", though her attention wanders back by the time he's finished his little spiel. Madison gives him another look up and down (more pointed this time), her gaze lingering on his crotch as she lifts a speculative eyebrow. ]

So a grower, now a show-er, huh. [ Her mouth crooks with a flat sort of amusement, most of which doesn't reach her eyes. ] I guess I can see the appeal.

[ And now he's getting virtually undressed by a pair of eyeballs. O-kay, that's — Barry clears his throat, glancing up at the ceiling. At the mention of appeal, he looks back at her. ]

Thank you—? I think. [ Well, this is. Awkward. He points a finger. ] So, what's, uh. What's your story?

[ She does seem to glean some satisfaction from watching him squirm but it's superficial at best. But superficial is better than nothing, which is what makes up most of Madison's life these days. (If she's grateful she doesn't show it.)

With an exasperated sigh. ] I'm a rich witch bitch who got her throat slit. [ There's proof of it there across her neck, a single stroke that runs like a glassy grin across her skin. ] But I got over it, so now I'm here.

[ Okay, so, this is going to take a minute to process. First off, rich. Simple enough. Now, witch is a pill that's slightly bigger to swallow. Then again, he lives in a world where vigilantes run around like Robin Hood and men in the guise of tornadoes end the life of your mother.

He lets that thought pass.

The slit throat, however, is the one causing the most problems. His eyes pass over the sight of her neck and he attempts not to pursue a closer look. It's — oddly fascinating, but he knows the boundaries of the general human being. ]

Well, that sounds — awful, actually. I'm sorry. You know, that that happened to you. [ Barry sounds genuine; while she may consider herself - well, a bitch - that's really no way to go. ] But at least you're here now, right? ...Although, honestly? I'm still not even sure what this place really is.

[ Used to be she wore a black ribbon around her throat — this dainty thing that was even more obvious than the scar and made her feel like some uptight Victorian hiding her ankles under her skirts. But that was before she knew the hows and the whys of her death, before Cordelia had seen the truth about what Fiona had done to her because she thought she was the next supreme. Now Madison refuses to hide it, flaunting it as aggressively as she might have shown off her long legs or her tits. If the guy wanted to stare he could stare all right. After all— ]

Yeah, well like I said: I got over it.

[ She didn't need his pity (she didn't need anybody's) and, yeah, it had been a shitty way to go but she wasn't going to spend her unlife boo-hooing about it. Madison shrugs like it's no big deal. ]

Pretty sure this is kinda like the green room. You know, the place you go before you go? If we give them enough jollies, they send us on stage and we get our fifteen minutes. [ Madison gestures towards nothing in particular, then gestures back. ] If not, we get sent packing. Back to the closet for us.

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[ And with that, the subject is definitely changing. Okay. That's fine. Barry can deal with that. After all, his goal isn't to make anyone feel uncomfortable. God knows he does enough of that on his own. Always late, never the greatest conversationalist in the room, and don't get him started on the technobabbling.

No, really. Don't ever.

Fifteen minutes. That sounds worrisome. He's done his fair share of scoping now, has a better understanding of what that really entails. He has no intention of being shipped back up and put to bed, but the promise of her hypothetical stage doesn't come without lack of excitement, either. More like foreboding. ]

So, basically, what you're saying is: we're all the unlucky contestants of one person's Survivor?

[ Madison is, for all intents and purposes, everything she purports herself to be. She's a child actress, used to being center stage and getting the things that she wants. It's made her entitled, narcissistic, and superficial. If Madison Montgomery wants to steer a conversation, then you'd better believe she's going to steer it.

And besides, there's not really anything else to talk about when it comes to her particular "condition". Dead is dead and that's what she is. Dead flesh. dead inside — that swamp witch just managed to jump start her muscles again but everything else? That still belongs to the grave. ]

Basically? Yeah.

If you're lucky she'll get bored and move on to the next shiny thing. [ Madison's mouth crooks, preemptively amused with her own bitterness. ] And if you're not, it's a one-way trip to fuck island, getting your holes stuffed by some guys named Sven.

[ A beat. ] Sounds like vacation, if you ask me. [ Her sarcasm's flat. Biting. ]

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[ A vacation. Right. That was what his trip to Starling City was meant to be. Well. Sort of. More like a vacation than a road to more questions without discernible answers, at the very least. All Barry wants is to put his life back together; he never anticipated it would take him so far as the revealing of The Hood.

Suddenly, his world is as vast as it is complicated. And that's not accounting for what's to come. No, right now, in this moment, Barry Allen has it, well, easy. If only he knew. He might be less enthusiastic. Or more. Probably depends on the day.

Still, he stops dwelling. He shifts his attention back to the girl. He flashes that smile again; it's only slightly less awkward than previously. He shifts again. ]

So, what does that mean for you? Any vacation plans for the near future?

When has that ever stopped anyone?

So far as I can tell, somewhere in between not gonna happen and the far side of never.

[ But a familiar face doesn't go unwanted. ] Figured it was worth a shot, though, right?

Sounds accurate. [ with the slightest hint of a smile. you might have lied, kid, but he figures your interest in felicity is sincere and that? is kind of cute. ]

I doubt it's going to help any.

[ Barry laughs and takes a quick glance at his shoes down below. ]

You know, I think you're right.

At any rate, boredom doesn't really seem like an issue. [ He shrugs, smiling that Allen smile. ] Although, it has a lot to compete with. One simple visit to Starling City is already pushing first in the Excitement Division.

[ you're making him feel old. ]

Doesn't really get boring, here. [ he can say as much with all the implications that come with it, given that felicity got barry into the arrowcave... ]

[ If it's any consolation, that's really not his intention, Mr. Diggle! ]

I can imagine it wouldn't. What with your, uh. Side-job there. [ He pockets his hands, rocking slightly on the balls of his heels.

Get it? Side-job? Wink wink nudge nudge. ]

[ it's not funny, he's not a sidekick, all right? he made ollie promise they'd be equals and all that. ~~and now he gets to be the black driver, great.~~ ]

Wasn't boring before that, either, but yeah. [ and hey, now you're in it, too. how's that feel, kid? ]

[ If he could read minds, Diggle, now would be one of those times where he would catch himself backtracking. Side-job. As in other job. As in, foot, totally in mouth right now. ]

Oh, I have — zero doubts. God, I have so many questions. My mind is just kind of racing at the speed of light here. [ Are you kidding? It feels freaking awesome. And mildly terrifying. ]

[ foot definitely in mouth, but it's okay. diggle isn't going to hold it against him much. ]

You can ask them. [ diggle, on the other hand, really just has one question: ] Can you save him?

[ Isn't and much. Those two words work for Barry. Especially in regards to something like this. ]

[ Barry's face falls into something serious. ] Mr. Diggle, I can assure you, I am going to do absolutely everything in my power to save him. [ He nods his head, his voice teetering slightly. ] Everything.

[ well, at least the current state of affairs is working for one of them, then.

those words would be more of a comfort if diggle knew what barry is or isn't capable of. ( they're still a comfort, just not as much of one. ) ] Appreciate that.

[ One of his shoulders falls up and down in a shrug. ] It's — the least I could do. Really.

He's, well, [ Hello, self-deprecating chuckle. ] he's kind of my hero.

[ oliver isn't always a hero, but he's got the potential to be one despite the times he messes up. he's more of a hero than anyone else diggle knows, in the end.

that, and he's john's friend. that matters more. ] And now he needs your help.

[ how's it feel to have to save your hero? ]

[ It's both an honor and a frightening privilege. He can't think of something more terrifying. Do this and succeed and be the savior of your hero. Do this and fail and be the killer of your hero.

Starling City really is a whole other ball game, isn't it? ]

I won't let him down.

[ he had better not let oliver die. it wouldn't be his fault if he didn't manage to save oliver, there are some things that are just beyond anyone's control, john knows that.

doesn't make it easy to forgive. ]

Good.

[ Barry folds his arms, nodding seriously. ]

Thank you, Mr. Diggle. For believing in me. I know we've only just met, but — it means a lot.

[ this is getting too emotional for his taste, far too emotional. gruffly: ] Yeah, all right.

I prefer to think of it as advanced strategic placement.

[ A grin spreads across his face at the sight of her. ]

You know, that might work, actually.

I'm very tactically sound!

For the record, my faith was never lacking in regards to your tactic.

( canon is arrow, mun is impatient. )

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(whispers) oh no, they're cute.

(cries!!) they are omg! i love this.

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I AM SO SORRY orz

UNBREAK MY HEAAAART.

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I have the flu, so I'm KINDA slow, but! I'm loving your Dig!

i don't even have an excuse, i'm just always slow, but your barry is wonderful

Don't you worry. I get that. Aw, but thank you! Very much.

<3

<3!

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here she isss, ms. americaaaa.

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