Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-21447002-20151027225143/@comment-3542839-20151104015236

Sombra was standing guard outside until her color flashed to white, as she saw an old friend who had taken a shot at her stop and look at her.

Barry: Good to see you made it, figured like in the past you would surive the shot.

Sombra: I did actually... why are you here?

Barry: In case you don't remember they own me until I pay off their price.

Sombra: so its about your bondage?

Barry: I don't care whether I am a slave or not, its my friend who is also enslaved that I care about setting free.

Sombra: A lover?

Barry: No, a friend a man i respect, we are kinda stuck together till we both die, then as you know, we move on to the next universe, since we are doomed as two living paradoxs.

Sombra: Yes I remember now, you mentioned that.

Barry: I did.

Sombra: You don't look like a day over 23 and yet, you are over 600 years old.

Barry: well the greying hair does contradict that. *he chuckled.*

Sombra: You take care of yourself.

Barry: As will you. *he walks off*

Sombra: Goodbye.