This is an independent RP/Ask Blog for the DC Comics (New Earth)
character Inertia (Thad Thawne) set after his death as Kid Zoom.
Important Information Before Interacting:
I’ve been RP-ing this version of Thad for ten years, so there are
aspects of him that may seem very different due to the fact I’ve been
writing this long.
In general: He’s older (21-23, maybe 25 at most; due
to the fact I would age him up for every year I was on this blog; his age is dependent upon Verses and characters), he’s
had more experiences which have affected him, has connection to
characters he hasn’t interacted with in canon (such as Barry Allen), and
has had more time to reflect on his past actions which have led him to
certain outlooks on life and his past.
–Tag: dementedspeedster
Tumblr RP Experience: 11 years
Over all RP experience: ~14 years
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“See didn’t I tell you? Now, come on, let me look at it.” Thad says as he presses a cloth to the wound.
“I know you’ve got that incredible healing factor, but I’d feel better knowing that you were at least bandaged up. Also not trailing blood all over the ground.” He says with a little chuckle as he tells Daken to hold the cloth there while he goes to quickly fetch his emergency medical kit.
“You want me to carry you?” she asks, as if to confirm his wish. Usually she was the one begging him for rides or just assuming he’d catch her. He’d never really failed to so far, even with his complaints that she could fly. She had always countered that she couldn’t very well do that while in her civilian clothes.
“This’ll go terribly you know. I’m not as strong as you are.” Not that she ever really tried to build up some muscles and strength that much. Exercised, sure, but it wasn’t like a passion.
“I’ll try, for you.” All he ever had to do was ask and she’d do her best. “C'mon then,” she says, gesturing for him to hop on her back for a piggyback ride. Deb dramatically stumbles forward as Thad hops on.
“I can’t believe I’m going to go out being crushed by my best friend,” she teases, voice light and fully of jest. He’s lucky; he’s the only one that she’ll ever willingly carry.
