bakerstreet | Night we met

the night we met

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➠ characters tag you with a line of dialogue (from the prompt bank) from a first meeting. if you guys have already met, au it up!

prompts

"I've heard good things about you."
"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?"
"Do you always talk so much?"
"May I ask your advice on something?"
"I've not seen you here before. Who are you?"
"I like you. You're refreshingly direct."
"Need a hand?"
"I'm not like the others. I'm excited that you're here."
"Is this what they call love at first sight?"
"I've been introduced to everyone here except you."
"Are you doing anything tonight?"
"You are everything I thought you'd be."
"Oh, I know about you. I've checked you out."
"We've got to stop meeting like this."
"Would you like a drink?"
"Could you close the door, please? I'm not allowed to smoke in here."
"You've been telling people we work together, but I've never met you before."
"Is that your real name?"
"What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Can you believe his nerve?"
"What's your story? Why have you turned up here?"
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
"How do you know my name?"
"You know, you're exactly as I imagined you."
"What's your name? I might have heard of you."
"I don't mean to intrude, but you seem to have something weighing heavily on you."
"Have we met before?"
"You never asked me my name. That's not very polite."
"Are you the one that everyone speaks about?"
"Could you take a picture of me?"
"Have you got a name at all?"

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[let's AU it up: no powers, corporate shenanigans, yakuza, etc. not interested in fantasy settings, prefer m/m]

((6, 8, 14, 16, 17, 23, 28 don't work for him, but open to others (even if he won't respond positively to all of them).

Quick character info:

Fred Rogers and Bill Nye did a fusion dance and became a foxy Hungarian scientist/beloved children's edutainer.

Feel free to have your character recognize him as a celebrity/in that context if you want.

Available in "young man with white hair" flavor or "certified silver fox" flavor, let me know if you have a preference, otherwise I'll probably just leave it ambiguous unless and until it becomes relevant.))

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( tl;dr: investigative photojournalist who revisits her secondary school to investigate the strange circumstances of its founding. explores abandoned buildings in her spare time, has the power to sense impending death. )

"I've been introduced to everyone here except you." He was probably a superhero. Most of the people at the party were. Various Earths. Various times. There were a few reformed villains here, too. Sara was trying to avoid talking to Snart and Leo was watching on in amusement with his husband, Ray. And there was a Batman from one Earth talking to a Robin of another. It was enough to make the mind melt if you hadn't been dealing with weird for the past decade.

Still, she'd had a chance to get introduced to pretty much everyone in the party. Oliver's sister, the Green Arrow, the man who had made this all possible when the multiverse had been on the verge of imploding. She never brought up her own history with the suit.

She offered him a hand. "Thea Queen."

[ Info here! Open to AUs and crosscanon! ]

[There were lost skeletons of the SEEDs project scattered across the desert over the long years since the crash. That's where she sat observing the rolling hills of sand, the wind stirring her dark hair as she enjoyed the quiet. After all, it was the anniversary of the 05 crash, and why wouldn't she come to this place to remember what little she could of that day.

That wasn't actually why she was here, of course. There was a rolled up wanted poster in her side satchel, which she took out to smooth across her thighs. A smile lit her lips as she smoothed a thumb over the smiling face of the wanted man. Vash the humanoid typhoon.

It was the kind of name children would give each other. There was a story there that she desperately wanted to hear.

So when she spotted him coming over a dune, Rem raised a delicate hand in the air and waved.]

Vash! [She rolled up her poster and tucked it back in her satchel then stood from the old wreckage to step on the sand again.]

[ it's a small wonder how anyone recognised him with that terrible photo they used in the posters ... vash can't say that he's ever particularly liked it, but at least the illegibility of it to him in actual, real life, meant that sometimes he could get away with staying a night or two in a small town. a good thing, too, because he could restock on what supplies he could gather together before setting off in a now-familiar direction, following the trajectory of constellations scattered in the vast night sky overshadowed by the moons.

vash doesn't make his way here often. it isn't as if there's any particular or special thing about remembering the date, when the night is fresh in his mind as though it happened just minutes ago; the bright burning wreckage of the ships falling from the skies, his brother's outline against the fires burnt into the back of his eyelids so that vash sees it every time he closes his eyes. it is not in remembrance or commemoration that he makes this trip - but to look upon the skeletal remnants of the ships, with their scattering of sandworn grave markers, and apologise. for letting another year, another decade, pass by without any hint of actually resolving the problem. to apologise for more lives lost, his failures stacked up on top of one another like the bodies that burns and screams in his dreams.

the first sign of blackened hull, now nothing more than some nightmarish shape jutting out over the sand dunes, makes vash tense - but he continues to climb up until he is standing on the top of the sloping wave, looking down at what now remains of the ship.

it is the bright noonday sun glancing off the sand that makes his eyes sting - or so vash tells himself, blinking furiously behind his sunglasses and squinting his eyes as though that is enough to physically stop the tears from budding out. it kind of works. there is no time to cry, after all; no relief for him to let go like that, when he has been all but useless in his efforts to stop his brother.

the rush of the wind across the desert almost silences the faint call - it is more the movement that catches his attention rather than the words (or the voice), and vash looks towards the indistinguishable figure far off on the other side; was it someone lost? surely not this far out from the towns and villages. one of the worm hunters then? or, more ominous possibility, someone far worse than that? ]

[Despite the distance and the blazing heat of the afternoon sun, Rem thought that she would always know her boys. There was just something about the way they moved, how their presence - even at a distance - swelled her heart with pride. She just knew, and no one was going to tell her different until she actually was wrong.

When he didn't respond, it didn't deter her at all. She pushed her cloak back as it didn't matter to prevent the sun beating down on her skin so that she could jog away from the piece of the wreckage whose history she was apart of. Instead, she headed in his direction, waving her hand in the air the entire way that she closed the distance.

Down one small dune and up another, still waving, still calling.] Vash!

[The distance closed, and his image became clearer, matching the adorable little picture on his wanted poster. Look at how tall and handsome he had become in the long decades since she had had last seen him! Excitement overrode trepidation, sadness and confusion, and she beamed happily the whole jog.]

Vash!

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Edited 2024-02-20 15:51 (UTC)

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