Backdated to discovery of THE MAZE

[hyperthermic]

n e 1 else curious whats on the other side of that maze ?

thinking about taking some supplies and finding out.

wouldnt mind another set of eyes.

Comments

text; @iceicebaby

[hypothermic]

Hundreds of years of education at the time-douche school of ancient panties in crusty knots, and you still type like you're connecting to the internet with AOL to search for free porn via Yahoo.

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it aint broke

dont need to fix it

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They could take the man out of the ghetto, but they couldn't take the ghetto out of the man.

I'm impressed.

If they had it their way, you'd be lifting your pinky whenever you took a shot.

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[ He stares at that message for several seconds, not sure he's being complimented or mocked. Or both. If it's a compliment, it's usually given in a backhanded way from Len. Chronos remembers that.

He's not sure what to say, though. He's not sure where they stand, where his hate comes up against Snart's mercy. ]

what do u want ?

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For you to pull their doctrine out of your ass.

And to laugh at whoever's dumb enough to run a half-baked job with you.

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what if i did ?

[ A LOW GROWL. ]

its not half baked

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Yeah? That'd be a first.

Let's hear this fully baked plan. I'm curious.

Lay it on me, Betty Crocker.

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[ And now a longass pause. ]

how would u do it ?

voice;

[hypothermic]

We don't know that place from Adam. Or Auschwitz. There's no intel on how big the maze is, where it goes, or why it exists, never mind who put it there.

Stuck my head inside, and I can't say I'm a fan of the architecture. Very Brutalist. Not my favourite movement. Felt more like solitary than a security system.

Intention is everything when you hit a place. Yours and theirs. They didn't design that maze place to keep intruders out. Everything points to keeping prisoners in.

If I was gonna be dumb enough to take more than a look-see, I'd go with everything I needed to break in and out of Iron Heights.

Maybe more, but nothing less.

text;

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[ Chronos doesn't switch to voice. It feels dangerous, like it's a step he can't come back from.

He shouldn't like hearing Leonard's voice on the other end. It's confusing, to love the sound and know he would choke that voice into silence if they were in the same room.

What he says next surprises him. ]

seems like something the time masters would make.

text;

[hypothermic]

[Text. Okay. After all the breath he put into his master not-plan.

Len shouldn't find that irritating hurtful, but he does.]

All it needs is a limey accent.

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how much do u know about them n e way ?

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Enough to know I'd piss on their carpet.

[Apocalypse aside, they took his partner.

There's no coming back from that.]

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vanishing point is mostly stone.

might have carpet in the ranking officials rooms

wouldnt know, they never brought me there

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More Brutalism. Typical. The only aesthetic that screams 'try-hard asshole' louder is modern Victoriana.

So where did they keep you, a kennel?

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slept on my ship most of the time, but when i went back to the vanishing point they had barracks rooms for their agents

close to a kennel

[ It's weird talking about this. Just talking about it. He's taken it as normal for so long that saying anything about it to someone on the outside feels in itself like breaking a rule. ]

better than a forest floor

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[It's weirder to hear about it. For Mick, a man he's known all his life, to have lived another lifetime somewhere else.

As someone else.

Without him.]

We've given people worse dirt-naps. Could've been an ocean floor.

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[ We, Snart says. We. ]

u miss it?

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Miss what?

[Len knows exactly 'what' Mick means.

What Len doesn't know is if Mick honestly wants the answer to his question, or more ammunition to hurt him.

Who is the man on the other end of the device? Mick? Chronos? Both? Neither?]

voice;

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[ For a while Mick doesn't respond, but not because he doesn't plan to. He just isn't sure how. It hurts, that reply, it cuts deep, and he tries to cauterize the injury with the heat of anger, but it doesn't take.

Finally, finally: ]

Sometimes I didn't hate you.

voice;

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I've never hated you, Mick.

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Mick....

[ A small, soft noise that could be irony or amusement or both. ]

For the first few months, before they found me, I thought I heard you saying that name so many times.

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It wasn't supposed to go down that way.

I know you don't believe me, but it's the truth. I ain't lying.

I've left you before, Mick. And I did it face to face.