IC Inbox - Entranceway

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Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[There's a long draw of silence between them again as Mick contemplates the words he'd being told. It's a strange thing, to have anyone believe he's half way competent at anything that isn't stealing and hitting things. He found the idea of himself suddenly being useful peculiar and potentially fake, in all honesty. After all, Mick didn't think he could really ever be that useful and this could be some strange pep talk Rip was trying out.

It was surprisingly sincere but he didn't didn't trust it. Rip isn't really a pep talky kind of guy, maybe that's why it felt so strange. Just the whole concept in general threw him a little. It takes a moment to process everything.]

Touching. [Mick hums slightly, it tapers off as a sort of growl in the end. Not a threatening one or an angry one, just a harmless sound of thought.] Careful, you might start sounding like you like me.

[And neither of them wanted that. Mick didn't do friends, feeling or liking and Rip was... well, British. They were always weird about everything. Repressed and awkward. Probably didn't make for a great friendship. He didn't want to deal with that, it'd be a headache.

Still, knowing he isn't a total fuck up? Not bad. At least he knows he's going to do something right.]

Of course he did. He must have known, somehow, someway. Sneaky bastard. He never does anything without planning, he would have known he was going out.

[And Mick was certain, even then, Leonard didn't tell future-Mick a thing.]

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[Rip huffs out a laugh at that, well aware of just what Mick means. It seems that trait wouldn't ever change, be it here or at the Oculus, when the man saves Rip's life but cautions him that it isn't because he suddenly sees him as a friend.]

Perish the thought, Mr. Rory.

[Rip doesn't hold any illusions that they would ever be friends. But has he come to respect Mick Rory in the days after his tenure as Chronos? Certainly.]

Perhaps he did. But that is something you would need to take up with Mr. Snart. [Although of course Rip's preference would have been that Mick not learn about that particular aspect of the future, he would have hoped Leonard would be the one to dictate just how the knowledge came to light. Since that doesn't seem to be the case, he can only point Mick in the direction of his partner now.]

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I guess I gotta talk to Snart.

[That was his only option but, understandably, he was stalling. He didn't know how to deal with it and he didn't want to go out there and deal with it. This was Leonard Snart. He might have been mad at him and he might hate him right now but he was his best friend. For almost thirty years now, on and off, though more on than anything, they were together. And then, just like that, one job goes wrong.

And he's gone. Forever.

It's not going to be easy but he know he has to find out, he has to know. What else could he do? Rip and Ray weren't the answers here. He needed Leonard.]

You're not very helpful, you know? Just. In general. You mostly kind of suck.

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[Understandable or otherwise, in Rip's eyes it also remains inevitable. Beyond that, he suspects Leonard would hardly appreciate Rip attempting to argue his case to Mick, rather than allowing Leonard to do so himself.

On the plus side, he's rather used to such brands of insults. When Mick spits out his rather blatant observation, Rip considers it with a shrug.]

Perhaps so. [But as Mick has realized, Rip simply cannot provide what he is after.]

Good luck, Mr. Rory.