[log] Noisy Black, Part One [closed]

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Characters: anyone who signed up for the Noisy Black event
Location: an office building
Date: Morning and Day 260
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: nothing of note for this part, please note any specific things that happen in the comment sections of your posts

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[darkincrement]

I have a pretty good idea.

[ It's more fun finding out for sure, but next time. ]

Looks like you'll have to wait to get the limbs.

[ His stuff is missing, which would normally anger him. He's not feeling that, either. ]

[armoured]

You didn't give them to the other person who wanted them?

[He's surprised, he didn't think Vanitas would still have them.]

[darkincrement]

He's running late.

[ He isn't sure what to make of that. Maybe he would have been annoyed by being made to wait and being made to wait for Al. ]

He also said he would talk to you about it.

[armoured]

Nobody has talked to me about it. Would you-- would you please tell me who it was now? Then I can talk to them directly.

[Somehow he's not nearly as worried about it all as he usually is, but he'd still like to know.]

[darkincrement]

[ Before he felt pretty mixed about disclosing the name. On one hand, it may put a dent in Sylar's relationship with Al. Maybe it'll mean he'll see just why caring about others is dumb. The other side was Sylar may not trust Vanitas afterwards. It seemed important at the time, but now...

Now he isn't concerned about it. ]

Sylar. I have something of his as well.

[armoured]

Oh. Oh, well that's okay, then.

[Relief floods through him, Sylar is a friend of his and would never take the limbs and do something awful to them.]

What do you have that belongs to him?

[darkincrement]

[ He's almost disappointed in the reaction, but also relieved as well. Frowning a moment at how perplexed he feels. ]

A watch and a brain. I have another limb as well he can prod at.

[ He's collecting parts. Good thing he usually travels light. ]

[armoured]

Oh.

--wait, a brain?! Like a real brain, not a model or something like that?

[He knows Sylar is a killer, but does he really have a brain as a keepsake?]

[darkincrement]

A real one.

[ At least this reaction is worth all the sharing. ]

His first victim.

[armoured]

That's... horrible.

[He's going to have some serious words with Sylar about this.]

How do you even know? A brain just looks like a brain, doesn't it?

[darkincrement]

He was able to describe the cuts on it.

[ It just gets better and better. ]

You sure you want to stick around him?

[armoured]

[That's intensely disturbing.]

Yeah-- yeah, of course, I just need to talk to him about this.

[darkincrement]

What are you going to do? Tell him he can't have his brain?

[ He finds this actually funny. ]

Not like you have anything to worry about. You've already infected him.

[armoured]

If you mean that we're friends, yeah. But you could have friends too, you know? In fact we're having a pretty friendly conversation now, hm?

[darkincrement]

[ Al no. Quietly to himself: ] It's always about your friends. [ And now talking normally as he looks over to the kitchen. ]

I don't want any. We're only civil now because this place is making us.

[armoured]

Uh huh.

[He sounds so unconvinced.]

How about you ask me again when we're not here any more, and I bet I'd still be friends with you.

SHIT this got lost

[darkincrement]

No.

[ Heading to the kitchen. He has better things to do than talk about friendship. ]