Leonard Snart | Captain Cold (
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[open] you're as cold as ice -- you're willing to sacrifice
Who: Leonard Snart and YOU. Also, plot for closed starters by commenting to my plotting comment or hitting me up at
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Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: PG-13? I guess? I'll update if anything bad happens.
Summary: Len has ice powers and is, on the one hand, a thief and generally not so savoury character. On the other hand, he's in favour of free will and equal chances, so somehow he ends up actually being pro-human. He's not sure how he ended up a good guy either.
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1. He's out on the street for reasons known only to himself. Maybe it has something to do with the bank nearby or maybe that man in the expensive suit who passes Leonard and who realises about an hour later that his wallet is missing.
Maybe it's because that place on the corner, where Leonard pays with money from said wallet, has such excellent ice cream. Maybe he's waiting to meet someone, like a hot date or that police woman that'd do better not to be seen with him. Or maybe it is just for some good, old-fashioned fun, like creating a snowball in his palm and holding it as he considers where to throw it.
Feel free to interrupt him at any point.
2. Home sweet home. Only Leonard's current residence is literally inside an abandoned warehouse and as such it's not overly cosy, nor the best suited to keep any unwanted or even wanted visitors waiting.
Of course, unless somebody knows he lives here, they might not bother coming in. It certainly doesn't look very lived in, until one comes to one of the backrooms, which has the couch he's currently reclining on, reading a magazine with his feet propped up on the backrest.
The room is also cold. Not quite below zero, but if someone's breath runs hot, it would be visible. Leonard's breath can't be seen, but there are faint ice crystals forming under his fingertips.
3. [ooc: Throw up your own thing, feel free to plot with me before as mentioned up on top or let's just jump right in.]
Where: Throughout Genosha
When: 8/5-8/9
Rating: PG-13? I guess? I'll update if anything bad happens.
Summary: Len has ice powers and is, on the one hand, a thief and generally not so savoury character. On the other hand, he's in favour of free will and equal chances, so somehow he ends up actually being pro-human. He's not sure how he ended up a good guy either.
Will match format, brackets or prose, all good.
1. He's out on the street for reasons known only to himself. Maybe it has something to do with the bank nearby or maybe that man in the expensive suit who passes Leonard and who realises about an hour later that his wallet is missing.
Maybe it's because that place on the corner, where Leonard pays with money from said wallet, has such excellent ice cream. Maybe he's waiting to meet someone, like a hot date or that police woman that'd do better not to be seen with him. Or maybe it is just for some good, old-fashioned fun, like creating a snowball in his palm and holding it as he considers where to throw it.
Feel free to interrupt him at any point.
2. Home sweet home. Only Leonard's current residence is literally inside an abandoned warehouse and as such it's not overly cosy, nor the best suited to keep any unwanted or even wanted visitors waiting.
Of course, unless somebody knows he lives here, they might not bother coming in. It certainly doesn't look very lived in, until one comes to one of the backrooms, which has the couch he's currently reclining on, reading a magazine with his feet propped up on the backrest.
The room is also cold. Not quite below zero, but if someone's breath runs hot, it would be visible. Leonard's breath can't be seen, but there are faint ice crystals forming under his fingertips.
3. [ooc: Throw up your own thing, feel free to plot with me before as mentioned up on top or let's just jump right in.]
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[There's no sarcasm there. He actually loves Caitlin that much.]
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Oh yeah. She's a giver, that one.
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She saved me.
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[He is sarcastic now, but - again - Fitz doesn't do sarcasm, so he might as well be.]
You're so lucky.
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[Like this one. Certainly doesn't think that there is anything wrong with humans being shown their place. But that's never sat right with Leonard, because it's not. It's not right.
However, Caitlin is still Caitlin. Somehow. A little. Even if it shows only in how this man is alive and how she sends him here so Leonard can make sure he stays alive when she's not around.]
She ain't as cold as she thinks she is.
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They don't really have a reason, though. [At least, not in any way he understands reasons to be valid.]
It's just a chemical imbalance. It does terrible things to a human's reasoning ability. We can only hope that one day there's medication developed to solve the issue.
[medicating an entire species into docility certainly makes sense to him, at least. ]
...she really isn't as terrible as she wants people to think. She's just lonely, I think. She's calmed down quite a lot since taking me in.
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[He gets to say that, he's not supposed to be PC and he pretty much raised her.]
But now she has you to play with. Good for her, I reckon, just wonder how good it is for you.
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Don't talk about her like that.
[It's the closest he's come to having a backbone all day.]
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[For a moment, the threat seems to be a serious one. Leonard turns his hand and ice begins to gather in his palm, forming a tightly packed ball.]
Relax, boytoy. I say the same stuff to her face.
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Well you oughtn't. She trusts you. People she trusts keep betraying her. That's part of the problem.
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[Leonard watches the ball of ice, sending it spinning for no reason. He is looking at Fitz past it taking mental notes.]
What else is part of her problem?
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[His own eyes remain riveted to the visible weapon. Len wouldn't hurt him. Caitlin trusts Len. There has to be an angle he's not seeing.]
If it's more than that, I'm too stupid to see it.
[His tone isn't self-deprecating or ironic. It's just a statement of fact. Humans aren't as intelligent as mutants. It's enough of a miracle he's able to grasp as much as he does.]
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[It's useless talking to someone who's been trained out of properly thinking for himself. Leonard sighs and sends the ball flying up to the ceiling, letting it fall apart before it can actually impact, instead falling to the ground as white powder, quickly melting. At least it glitters.]
You trust her.
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[He shrinks again, looking down as flecks of snow collect at his eyelashes.]
Of course I trust her. I'd die for her, if she wanted me to.
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[He wishes he could stop that, but she's herself and he can't really change that, doesn't even really want to. He just wants an understanding between them again.]
You'll have to live with her. That's a lot harder.
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And... Living with her isn't even terrible. She takes care of me... She loves me. She gives me more than I deserve.
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...just how much does she give you?
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She always takes care of me. [The logic is cyclical, already looping around itself.]
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[Does she actually like him? Love him? How do relationships work for someone like Caitlin? He's not asking, but he does wonder.]
Tell her to keep you warmer.
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It's my fault. Sometimes I'm not careful enough and I get sick from the cold. She makes sure I get better.
I can't feel it anymore. ...When it gets too cold, I mean. So I need her to tell me when it's time to warm up.
[And perhaps the implied frequent bouts of advanced hypothermia could be held accountable for some of what's gone wrong with him.]
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[Actually serious suggestions here. Maybe he can talk to Caitlin about this, but then, that's not really him. Caring that much.]
Really questioning your genius status.
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[But he withers a bit as Len continues.]
Do you think that's bad?
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