[ It had been stupid to assume they wouldn't get separated when they entered the breach.
For a moment, he thinks they've failed completely; Harry walks into the churning lights, and when the disorientation flickers out he's right back in S.T.A.R. Labs. He does a full turn when he realizes he hasn't been turned back on the place he'd left — it's the cortex, late. The lights are off, though the room's still awash in the blue of the screens. ]
Cisco!
[ Sharp and impatient, though that's more to do with the results than blame. There's no answer. Harry checks his watch, then leans over one of the idling computers and strikes it to life with the keyboard, blue eyes seeking out the time.
He doesn't recognize the electric whir of the wheelchair right away. It sinks in abruptly, takes a few seconds, and when it does he turns quickly towards the door. His hand finds a grip on the gun in the duffel bag that's slung across his chest, but his expression's neutral as the source of the noise comes into view. ]
Eobard Thawne.
[ Impulsive. He knows it's a mistake the moment he's said it, but it's difficult to regret it. He doesn't sound scared. He sounds mildly annoyed, long-suffering; like the man wearing his face is a passing frustration instead of a real threat. ]
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Date: 2016-02-06 02:33 am (UTC)For a moment, he thinks they've failed completely; Harry walks into the churning lights, and when the disorientation flickers out he's right back in S.T.A.R. Labs. He does a full turn when he realizes he hasn't been turned back on the place he'd left — it's the cortex, late. The lights are off, though the room's still awash in the blue of the screens. ]
Cisco!
[ Sharp and impatient, though that's more to do with the results than blame. There's no answer. Harry checks his watch, then leans over one of the idling computers and strikes it to life with the keyboard, blue eyes seeking out the time.
He doesn't recognize the electric whir of the wheelchair right away. It sinks in abruptly, takes a few seconds, and when it does he turns quickly towards the door. His hand finds a grip on the gun in the duffel bag that's slung across his chest, but his expression's neutral as the source of the noise comes into view. ]
Eobard Thawne.
[ Impulsive. He knows it's a mistake the moment he's said it, but it's difficult to regret it. He doesn't sound scared. He sounds mildly annoyed, long-suffering; like the man wearing his face is a passing frustration instead of a real threat. ]