#asktheimpulse

Jaime yawned heading out of his hobbit hole. He smiles at Bart making his way over to him.

Eclipse gripped her school bag strap in her hand tightly, she was about to go on patrol and the other figure startled her. “I haven’t seen you in my neighborhood before…” She said in a slightly wary voice. “Are you new here or traveling?” She asked cocking her head to a side in thought. He didn’t look like he could cause problems, so she gave a smile taking her sunglasses out the bag.

Jaime walked through the woods shotgun in hand, there had been reports of a possible pack out here and he was sent to scope in out. At hearing a soft crunch he spins around only to find a boy at the end of his barrel and a hauntingly attractive one, his oddly golden eyes stuck out to him as he lowered the gun. The teen looked terrified. "I'm so sorry." He whispered stepping closer.

“Let’s kill some fucking werewolves.”

Time, being the non-linear, passive unit that it was, paid little heed to a speedster and his limits. Having been able to escape it for just a brief moment, Wally found himself back into the familiar pattern that was his life. Still breathing – Affirmative. Heart beating – Affirmative. Limbs in order – Affirmative. Check this experiment off the list and never follow through with it again – Affirmative. Collapsing on the lab floor, Wally stayed there until his breath lessened in labour and he could see straight. He was a mess physically and emotionally, but at least he was alive. With one final deep breath, he hoisted himself up and gripped into the nearest desk for balance. Sustenance. His brain was wired to his needs, and before he could even remove his charred lab coat, Wally was standing in front of his favorite restaurant, and pushed open the double doors.

“Where am I?”

It had been a year since Bart died. Leaving Jaime a wreak he faded from existence, back to his own time. He sat staring at the ceiling of his apartment. His hyperactive kitten sitting on his chest.

Theoretical physics. Being a class as specific as that, Wally could count on having the same amount of students once the year was in a more steady state. Bending down at his desk in the front, Wally grabbed his chalk piece and stood back up to position himself in front of the board. He had a personal preference to the feeling of chalk as opposed to a tablet and projector, and his students had yet to moan about advancing technology to him, and how he should step out of the stone age. He was midway through a graph on how to draw the fourth dimension, attempting to attach all of the corners of that which made the box in his picture of the third dimension. when it became to the point of impossibility, Wally turned back to the class and noticed an extra head seated in the back of his class. "Any questions before I continue?"He asked the students who were all scribbling down what he had on the board into their notebooks.