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sara lance | dctv

[taer]

ROOF

[ she's arrived not too long ago and sara hasn't given up on looking for a way back yet, but for the moment, she isn't focused on that. instead, she's up on the roof, running through kata she was once taught at the league of assassins, a silent and deadly dance of move after move that has her stabbing and kicking invisible opponents and at times, pushing them off the edge of the roof.

it's calming and it focuses her and right now, sara's pretty sure she can use all the calm and focus she can find. despite her half-lidded gaze, despite not looking toward the entrance to the roof at all, she's aware of what goes on around her, of anyone approaching or standing to watch her. ]

NETWORK (id: canary)

I need a drink and some answers. Not necessarily in that order.

WILDCARD

[ hit me up with a scenario and i'll run with it. ]

network

[catchacold]

I'd definitely go with the drink first.

[taer]

Why don't you point me the right way?

[ she has no idea who just responded, or her reply might look somewhat different. ]

[catchacold]

[His name shows on the network, same as anyone, but he remembers that it has taken him a while to figure it all out too, so by her reaction he guesses that either she hasn't figured it out yet or that she's from a time before his mere presence would have been much cause for excitement.]

Tell me where you are now and I'll escort you.

[Mostly he just figures that a meeting at the bar, surrounded by others, might not be what either of them prefer.]

[taer]

[ whelp here i go fucking up game mechanics on my first tag; sara figures it out a moment later and then has to take a moment before she can respond again. somehow, she doubts it's someone playing a sick joke on her; this whole thing is too bizarre for that. ]

The roof.

[ a moment later, she finds herself typing out: ] Is it really you? [ despite knowing that given his words, she'll see for herself soon enough. ]

[catchacold]

[Don't you worry, it's taken me so much time to figure it out too, you are already one step ahead catching on to it on the TDM!

The words 'The roof.' don't give it away just yet, but moments later...]

The one and only.

[For better or worse. Either way, he makes his way up to the roof, cold gun in the holster by his side, looking much like always as he exits onto the roof, looking around and then heading over to her right away.]

Been a while.

[Ever so casual.]

[taer]

[ "the one and only" both does and doesn't confirm it. it seems like the kind of thing he'd reply, but sara doesn't quite let herself believe it, doesn't let herself hope before she spots him exiting onto the roof, strolling toward her casual as can be.

she's feeling anything but casual; the last time she'd seen him, he'd been sacrificing himself for mick, for all their freedom. ]

Leonard. [ her voice is surprisingly even for the emotion she's feeling. ]

[directed]

[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.]

[taer]

[ sara had chosen the roof for its relative privacy, for the overview it offers of the surrounding grounds, for the fresh air. she hadn't actually expected to find company here, much less that of someone she knows, but she recognises that voice.

it hasn't been half a year for her. it's been a mere few hours since she's last seen rip hunter, since he'd shot her in the chest. for a moment, she tenses — but there's none of the distrust and dislike she's come to expect in his gaze. there's warmth, some pleasure even.

she rolls her shoulders, forcing the tension that's crept into them out again. ] Rip. [ if there's a questioning note in her voice, who can blame her? it's a greeting, for the most part. ]

[directed]

[If he reads the moment wrong it's only because he's caught up in every thought and emotion of what it means for Sara to be among their number now. The things she must be warned of, the dangers she would face within Wonderland's dimensional walls, the people she will encounter whom she might never have expected to once again see--

And his own spark of gladness to see her. There are few Rip would ever wish this world upon, and certainly not those he holds dear as family or friend, but...he cannot deny that if they must be here, he would prefer to have her with them.]

Yeah. [Short, utterly at ease, and Rip crouches down to set aside the things he's carrying. He's armed; he's always armed these days, having been caught off guard by one too many surprises, but he makes no move to go for the gun kept in the holster at his side. He's got utterly no reason to, at least in his mind, and once his hands are free he takes a few steps closer to her.]

How long have you been here? None of the others mentioned your arrival, so I'm assuming it must have been fairly recent. [Either that, or she's kept herself hidden. Makes sense enough, given that she no doubt showed up like the rest of them: suddenly and in some impossible way.]

[taer]

[ there's a lot that sara doesn't know about this place yet. in fact, the list of things she doesn't know covers nearly everything. the list of things she does know is far shorter and doesn't contain anything monumental or important yet. except now that rip hunter is here, and not trying to kill her. that feels plenty monumental to sara.

it's a good thing he doesn't reach for the gun, even as relaxed as sara might look right now, shoulders loose, the impression is deceptive. he's only just shot her, killed her. she doesn't tense when he steps closer, but she's ready for movement, weight on the balls of her feet. it could be a ruse. ]

A day. What's the last thing you remember? [ timetravel is her life now. it's been his for even longer. it stands to reason there could be differences. ]

[directed]

[Only now does Rip have the first inkling that something could potentially be off with her. Even then, however, whatever mental nudge he feels can be easily explained away to her status as one newly arrived. Only a day, and not a beat later she beats Rip to the question he'd been about to ask next. Always, always it must come down to a matter of the timeline, and he's quietly impressed that it had been her first thought too.

Of course, that does little to make his answer easier; Rip glances down, his hands coming to rest on his hips now that they're close enough to have a normal conversation.]

The last thing I remember. [Oh, it's not that he needs to strain to think; far from it. Even now, so many months later, Rip can remember the conversation perfectly. But if Sara has yet to live it, then revealing too much could inform her of a tragedy she hasn't yet faced, far before she should have to.]

You and I were having a conversation when Gideon informed us we were ready to make the time jump to Saint-Lo, France, in 1944. [Rip doubts Sara would mistake the time for anything else if she does remember it. And if she doesn't, then Rip has hopefully given away nothing to make her suspicious.] You might have been pulled from a completely different time; in fact, given the way things go around here, I suspect it's likely.

[taer]

[ he answers, and sara rocks back onto her heels, a physical reaction that's driven entirely by emotion. oh, she remembers it and she won't mistake it for anything else. she knows what their conversation was about at that precise moment in time.

how could she forget?

her lips press together for a long moment before she responds. ] You suspect right. I'm from months after that. [ he'd tried hard not to give too much away; she can appreciate that, or she could if recollection didn't still hurt. her sister is dead, and sara hadn't been there.

sara still hasn't killed the man who did it, either. she wants to, the urge thrumming under her skin and making her hands curl into fists before she forces them open again. ]

network

[deathwalkers]

Well, I can help with the drink but not the answers. What's your poison?

[taer]

What's on offer?

[deathwalkers]

Just about anything you can dream of, really.

[taer]

That's a lot. How 'bout a shot of whiskey. Something smooth.

[deathwalkers]

Good choice.

Have you found your way around yet? Know where the dining room is?

[taer]

Afraid not.

network.

[matraques]

Given what I've already seen here, I'm not sure if I want to never drink again or just keep drinking until it makes sense again.

[taer]

If those are my only choices? I'm going with option two.

[matraques]

I was leaning that way myself.

So what are the odds that this is all a mass delusion? Or that we're all dead and this is Limbo?

[taer]

I've died before. It wasn't anything like this. Sorry to burst your bubble.

[matraques]

I wasn't really hoping to be dead anyway.

When you say you've died before, do you mean "died on the table and revived" or...

[ Cause Bobbi has definitely learned there are things beyond science around here. ]

[taer]

Yeah, that too.

[ but also the "things beyond science" kind of dying and coming back. ]