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[withasouvenir]

[killofthenight]

[canaria]

[journalize]

[wewrite_destiny]

[ex_greatwhitehope814]

i woke up and realized i needed this in my life

[valuedstrength]

[hacker]

[ Medically speaking, Dinah Laurel Lance was dead. For two months, eleven days, and eighteen hours, that was true, but she woke up all the same in a white room with geometric shapes in relief on the walls, a rolling night table, and a giant screen that took up one of the walls almost entirely. Standing at the side of the bed was a woman in black, hair cropped short, muttering under her breath with a white woman who was still out of focus. ] She's gonna be freaked out. Trust me. I've done intake before; if I can tell someone they're part alien, I can handle this. [ Daisy with the short hair glanced back at where Laurel stirred, then assessed the other woman with her. ] Hurry, I think she's waking up. [ Dr. Radcliffe's system was ... experimental, to say the least—not only because android technology was in its nascent stages still, but also because downloading the memories from an already dead brain was a little like downloading files from a fried hard drive. That's the analogy Fitz had offered her, anyway, just before he'd eagerly announced that he'd managed it and that Laurel should (operative word) be fine. Still, Daisy was tasked with evaluation and intake for what would potentially be the first LMD agent that the Secret Warriors might have. ] Laurel? Can you hear me? [ She approached the bed. ] How are you feeling?

[valuedstrength]

[At first he has no idea how he can afford to go anywhere. It's actually SHIELD who solves the problem. Evidently his conversations with Fury at the gym and on the Hellicarrier were considered 'consultations' which also happened to pay incredibly well. The timing of the checks are suspicious, but he has little choice. He promised Laurel he would come. Since his only other friend is in a nursing home, it's not like he has any other people demanding his time as a friend.

He shows up in Star City a little worse for wear. He did fight with aliens recently and to the surprise of no one he's incredibly cheap. His journey was rougher than it needed to be in order to keep the costs down.

He still greets her with a smile despite his self-imposed hardships once they meet up at the airport.] Laurel. [He nods respectfully, shouldering a small carry on bag.] It's good to see you again.

i'm just hitting everyone so you can pick what pings you whether it's 0 or ALL! <333

[emersion]

[smoak]

[preemptiveforgiveness]

Just this whole picture set because I opened it up and went OH. Yes. That.

[wildwest]

first random three i was given, pick and choose as you like!

i suck at writing starters, but i want a thing.

[wingdinging]

[failed_astrophysics]

Hello I'm way late but you said you wanted Laurel and I love her

[ghostwhispers]

[The kid can't be old enough to drink. The police picked him up in the woods behind some aristocrat's palatial estate, filthy and covered in blood that isn't his. A body hasn't been found, but that doesn't mean there isn't a body to find. There's also the issue of how heavily-armed he was, strapped full of sticks and weapons like someone took a wrong turn out of the renaissance faire.

There are a lot of questions, but he hasn't said a word since the cops brought him in. So they've reached out to Laurel to grease the wheels a little. She seems to have a good track record with troubled vigilante types. Maybe she can get this one to confess to a murder.]

[recolte]

ok so. there's no non weird way to ask this so i'm just going to go for it, so to speak.

hi. my name is nora west-allen. i'm barry and iris's daughter from the future and im a huge fan of yours.

i will literally do anything for an autograph



oh and please don't tell my dad about this