Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea. As much as Eobard chafed at the thought of dampening such power, in Cisco’s case it would probably serve to help. Short-term, anyway. The first thing Eobard would work on had to be easing Cisco away from power-dampeners, and convincing him not to suppress his true self. Cisco had an amazing gift, one that was also amazingly useful, and Eobard would not see it go to waste.
Even so, when Cisco held out his arms, putting the responsibility for these wristbands in Eobard’s hands, he was surprised and a little apprehensive. If they worked as they should–and since they were Cisco’s devices, they would work–then he was being handed the on/off key to Vibe’s power. Was it trust or desperation that prompted this decision? Either way, he was essentially handcuffing Cisco’s power, and that was an intimate thought. It was with a touch of reverence that Eobard quickly tapped in a six-digit number.
“Very cool, as you say. You never fail to impress me. Though it is only a temporary solution. Might I suggest the Badlands as a suitably remote and safe location for us to work on controlling your power?” He went with an assumption that he would be with Cisco then, and was rather counting on Cisco not disputing that assertion.
“Aren’t most solutions temporary?” Cisco asked as the code was put in and a tiny green light began to glow, signifiying the tech was working. It was hard to describe the feeling of the tech being activated. His head felt fuzzy, as if there was a barrier between him and reality. The only thing he could compare it to was being misdiagnosed for ADD as a kid and taking Adderall when he didn’t need it. He felt so different, and he didn’t like it.
He took a few steps away from Eobard, closing his eyes and focusing his energy into his hands. He directed his hand at one of the swivel chairs that sat a foot or so from them and attempted sending the energy out. He cracked one of his eyes open to see the chair in the same place. A chuckle escaped his lips and a smile spread across his face. “It worked! It really worked!” Cisco was exstatic, and there was just a small sense of sadness that his powers were gone, but he knew that was temporary.
“The badlands? Do you think that’s really far enough away from the city for what I’m capable of?” Cisco crossed his arms and gave the man a skeptical look. “If you say so, I’m down to do a little training. As long as it doesn’t involve being shot at.”
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