[Rip is a frequent visitor to the roof, having set up his own little project of sorts away from the prying eyes of the mirrors and the frequently wandered halls of the mansion below. He's got a box of tools and a satchel of parts, bits and pieces he's managed to coax from the closet with the right set of wishes, damn uncooperative magic--thing. Now headed for the spot Rip has unofficially claimed as his, his brief walk is interrupted by the sight of a figure moving gracefully in the distance.]
Sara?
[It's been nearly half a year since the last time Rip laid eyes on her; half a year since she left her quarters on the Waverider, swallowing back all the pain and grief and fear she felt in the wake of Laurel's death, and her confession that she couldn't continue on without her sister's strength.
Of course, Rip has no way yet to know if it's been that long for her, or if Sara's even experienced that moment at all--or if she even knows him. It's one of the many pains Wonderland puts their merry number through, these timeline differences, but even knowing this, it doesn't stop Rip from changing direction and walking towards where Sara stands.]
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Sara?
[It's been nearly half a year since the last time Rip laid eyes on her; half a year since she left her quarters on the Waverider, swallowing back all the pain and grief and fear she felt in the wake of Laurel's death, and her confession that she couldn't continue on without her sister's strength.
Of course, Rip has no way yet to know if it's been that long for her, or if Sara's even experienced that moment at all--or if she even knows him. It's one of the many pains Wonderland puts their merry number through, these timeline differences, but even knowing this, it doesn't stop Rip from changing direction and walking towards where Sara stands.]