WHO: Wally, open to all Titans and anyone else at the Tower. Please come help out a distressed speedster, or come laugh at him, whichever.
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Monday, November 23rd; Night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Being a victim of a prank and then finding out your power is not working as it should are both Not Nice Things.
FORMAT: Starting
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He didn't miss when Wally came out of his room in a panic, and walked out of his room to see the result, only to be met with a Kid Flash running into a wall.
If Dick had been cruel by nature, he'd have laughed at the scene, but instead he became immediately very worried that something was seriously wrong with Wally. And the dye had been a prototype -- what if it'd affected Wally's eyes or something?
He quickly approached Wally, still on the ground, and asked frowning deeply and concerned, "Hey, you okay?"
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The expression that presented itself on Wally's face could, mildly put, be described as utterly dejected. It took him a little while to find his voice, still too stunned to be all that coherent.
"Do you..." Deep breath, Wally. "Do you know if these walls are special?" He eventually managed to ask shakily. They looked normal and what he had felt at the impact suggested these walls were normal too but...he really, really hoped they weren't. That they were made of some sort of special material that wouldn't let things phase through or else...
They better be special.
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"It's lead lined and can hold against a lot of stuff. Only the jail and quarantine sections are --" vibrations proofed. Oh.
"You can't vibrate through it."
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Well, he doubted the couch was anything special but...his gaze went back to Dick. Just to be sure.
In the blink of an eye he had his hand on the younger teen's chest and he vibrated his molecules on the level he knew would allow him to pass through most things. The only problem was that it wasn't working, Dick was still solid beneath his hand and there was something about vibrating his molecules that felt...off, not right, just utterly wrong. So he tried different frequencies and in the span of a few seconds he had tried every possible frequency he could think of. None of them worked.
Wally pulled his hand back and stared at it, the look of panic steadily returning. "...Or maybe it's not the walls." Oh God.
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