[The pieces would fit together nicely if turned and held at just the right angle. Before Jack can manage to accomplish it, however, the space around him changes—darkens, although in the moment, there's no change registered at all. Once the memory begins he's part of it, helpless but to experience it as it plays out.
Which begins with you heading down a long and darkened corridor, one you recognize, even though you can't see so many details. How could you not, when walking among the ruins of a place you knew so well, halls you traversed for years?
Before you and your fellows wrecked it all.
But that's another story, and right now, a distraction. With Eobard Thawne about, it's far too important that you remain undiscovered. The spearhead you carry suddenly glows, buzzing with supernatural energy.
You must be getting close to the other pieces—fragments of the same spear as the piece of metal in your hand.
You and the young man on your team wander through the wreckage, until Jax calls your attention to an out of place obelisk. The spearhead too seems to know; it glows once more, and in answer, similar light comes from the unit nearby. You signal the rest of the team over the coms before drawing your gun—a revolver in appearance, but the red beam it shoots out is far more damaging than a bullet.
Or it should be. The shot merely bounces off the container, however, apparently protected from such attacks.
Your try, Mr. Jackson, you say, giving the young man an encouraging pat. While you can only hope the strength of his blasts would prove more useful, it seems he means to try another tactic. It's not obvious, however, when he asks what your favorite candy is. You do answer, however, and then question why.
A grin serves as your only reply, at least until he sets to work. Seems Firestorm has been perfecting a few new skills in the months that have gone by, and impossibly the obelisk made of futuristic materials is transformed into a pile of jellybeans right before your very eyes. Jutting out from the candies are the two fragments of the spear, now easily obtained.
Though not before you pluck one of those jellybeans from the pile to try.
Both delicious and impressive, Mr. Jackson. Your triumph is as evident as Jax's pride as you snatch up the fragments, alerting the team to the success. From there it's a race back to the ship, especially once Raymond reports that Thawne is aware if your presence.
He's too late, in the end. The memory ends as you feel the first real sense of success you've known in what feels like far too long.]
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Which begins with you heading down a long and darkened corridor, one you recognize, even though you can't see so many details. How could you not, when walking among the ruins of a place you knew so well, halls you traversed for years?
Before you and your fellows wrecked it all.
But that's another story, and right now, a distraction. With Eobard Thawne about, it's far too important that you remain undiscovered. The spearhead you carry suddenly glows, buzzing with supernatural energy.
You must be getting close to the other pieces—fragments of the same spear as the piece of metal in your hand.
You and the young man on your team wander through the wreckage, until Jax calls your attention to an out of place obelisk. The spearhead too seems to know; it glows once more, and in answer, similar light comes from the unit nearby. You signal the rest of the team over the coms before drawing your gun—a revolver in appearance, but the red beam it shoots out is far more damaging than a bullet.
Or it should be. The shot merely bounces off the container, however, apparently protected from such attacks.
Your try, Mr. Jackson, you say, giving the young man an encouraging pat. While you can only hope the strength of his blasts would prove more useful, it seems he means to try another tactic. It's not obvious, however, when he asks what your favorite candy is. You do answer, however, and then question why.
A grin serves as your only reply, at least until he sets to work. Seems Firestorm has been perfecting a few new skills in the months that have gone by, and impossibly the obelisk made of futuristic materials is transformed into a pile of jellybeans right before your very eyes. Jutting out from the candies are the two fragments of the spear, now easily obtained.
Though not before you pluck one of those jellybeans from the pile to try.
Both delicious and impressive, Mr. Jackson. Your triumph is as evident as Jax's pride as you snatch up the fragments, alerting the team to the success. From there it's a race back to the ship, especially once Raymond reports that Thawne is aware if your presence.
He's too late, in the end. The memory ends as you feel the first real sense of success you've known in what feels like far too long.]