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Mr_pink, please PM me and Natty, as we are both ocerned with Snart; As the Enemies of the Flash, there are already things to work into your. CS.

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Sorry to intrude but is this still open?

@Mr_pink

Also wondering if this is still open.

@Larfleeze

It is. However, Crime Syndicate characters aren't advised. I've plans for them as well as an eye on playing them.

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Either Patriarch or Yoshi i think :)

@Natty

if Patriarch doesn't post, we kill off Thomas Blake. He's basically given up on us, it seems like.

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@The Patriarch Dude, get a post in. Yeah, we're moving slowly getting out of the gate, but what RP doesn't? I promise things will pick up, so please, get a post in.

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I nod my assent and run ahead, moving in a gust of wind and a yellow blur of red lightning. My speed allows me to take advantage of being able to survey my surroundings at a rate far faster than those around me. Slade, the obvious tactitian, knew that if we were to take this hangar, we'd need to kill these guards quick. There are too many of them for a head on assault, so they send in me. I snap the neck of the first guard, not even stopping to let his body topple before I'm literally running into the next one. They fall like dominoes, necks unnaturally twisted, as I run. It's an exhilarating feeling, being able to do this. I don't have to snap necks, because at these speeds, it's like throwing someone in front of a train, and that train is on steroids. I've managed to take down all of the men but five. Their reaction time is amusing. They think I can actually get shot. Nevertheless, I slow down, and come to a stop in front of them, my eyes pulsing with red lightning. I raise one hand, they pull their guns tighter to their shoulders. I smirk, imperceptibly, and with less than a second's notice, I run hard. I'm moving slower than normal, but for my purposes, it will suffice. My hand vibrates at just the right speed, and it cleaves through their gun-barrels like butter. The time it takes to do this is less than a heartbeat, as I come to a stop right where I stood in front of them. Their guns clatter to the floor, and their faces crumple up in fear. I raise both hands, and snap my fingers, unleashing a sonic boom and shockwave that sends them flying against the steel wall, dead. Running back to the team, I jerk a thumb at the scene behind me. "It's done. Let's clear out." Once again, the distorted voice makes an appearance. I do it mainly to terrify my enemies, but if it gives Digger a bit of grief, so much the better. He won't mess with me though, not at the level he wants to. Not after what I did to Piper.

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I'm getting a post up tomorrow. Also, to be REALLY Clear, all you see when RF runs is literally just red lightning.

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Make up random ones, but RF (Hunter Zolomon, not Eobard) did fight the rogues a lot. He thought they were wasting Wally's time. He even used his former FBI Profiler skills to get in their heads.

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Natty, I was wondering if Boomer and RF could have a little bit more banter? LIke, Boomer commenting on RF's deep, distorted voice, or the two referencing past encounters in Central & Keystone, etc?

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Again I'm going to say that the plane is supposed to be 20 miles away >.>

YoshiSkittlez

I'll edit, and thanks for seeing my own mistake.

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NOTE: I'm Switching to first person POV Time seems to slow down, when I run. It always feels like I've snapped my surroundings into place, and I can just observe. Of course,That's merely my perception of it; and it isn't always like that. Sometimes it feels like I'm moving at a breakneck speed,running so fast I can barely stand to slow down. Other times, it's like the rest of the world has slowed down, or even stopped, and I'm the only one still moving. My name is Eobard Thawne, and contrary to what the public believes, I am the fastest man alive. I've been labelled a supervillain, a psychopath, and that's fine. It's fine because I never really saw myself as the hero; It was a role I aspired to, but never really thought I could reach. Barry Allen is the true reason for my fall from grace, and he is also the reason why there's a bomb collar around my neck; the reason why my brother is dead. I can't vibrate through the damned collar, and it seems to somehow limit my speed slightly. But that, I can leave off for another time. Right now, Amanda Waller wants me to work as part of a team. I don't know what her endgame is, and frankly, I don't care. What I care about is my own design. I finish inspecting the helicopter, and turn on my heel. There's no traps or explosives lined in the vehicle, and it seems large enough to hold all of us, plus one more. A likely deduction is that we'll be getting another teammate. I should warn the others, but really, it might be fun to see how long it takes them to find out. Red lightning flares in my eyes and I take off with a sonic boom, running back to the team. As I run, windows of the nearby town shatter, car windows,too. Alarms blare, as I move so fast the sheer speed of it all is astounding. I stop in front of Slade, the sudden halt in my forward motion causing a rush of wind. "Deathstroke, I know where the cargo plane is. 20 miles north, no traps or explosives. Have you secured transport yet?" Even though there's no real reason to, I vibrate my vocal chords to make my deep, distorted voice. I find that people, particularly enemies find it terrifying, and in this case, it makes the guards around me just a tiny bit scared. The Rogues just find it creepy. I notice the onrush of guards behind me and snap my fingers, causing a sonic boom and shock wave in their direction. They go flying against the wall, bones crushed. It's an ability I love to use, but keep hidden unless the situation necessitates it. It's always fun to create sonic booms and break the sound barrier, but to do so with just a snap of the fingers? That's just awesome.