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[log] There's snow easy way to say it [open]

Characters: Steph, Al, Sylar, and Vanitas.
Location: House 316
Date: Evening 272 - 274
Summary: Sharing is caring, Kingdom Hearts???, Automata Event, and wonton destruction.
Warnings: Vanitas, Violence, Kingdom Hearts, Sleeping Pills, Maybe touching on operation talk, etc...

[ The cut is a lie.

316: This was a house once, but all that's left is a living room. Still, it's lavishly decorated in blacks and reds, thick tapestries depicting the prophet's eye symbol covering the windows and a delicately carved eye drawn on the inside of the door that exits into the rest of the area. At least, with the tapestries, it's a bit warmer in here than in other places. ]

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[ The unexpected question makes him chuckle. Hmmm, maybe Vanitas wasn't building up to some sort of accusation or attack. Gabriel had been ready for it. ]

No. I don't snore. And even if I did, I won't be sleeping. ...I'll make sure I keep it down, I promise.

[ He was actually pretty good about it, partially because his traveling companions made allowances for him, and kept him talking most of the day. It meant the nights weren't so hard. ]

Why? You crashing now?

[ No attacking at the moment. ]

The decor doesn't do it for you?

[ For another surprise turn of events, he does sit down close to him. Still keeping out of reach just in case. ]

Eventually.

[ He just likes having the option there. ]

[ Vanitas, he might've felt like petting your Unversed, but he's not going to lean in for a hug anytime soon. But still- the fact that the kid sits down with him is nice. He sinks down to the floor, too, and chuckles at the question. ]

It's not my favorite, no. It's keeping the cold out, but I still wanna rip all the eyes out. Maybe try painting over them. I've got a lot of colors. If only I'd picked up some fabric dye...

[ He takes after Sora, so his hair is very pet-table thank you very much. That, and it's already battling years of training sitting this close to someone. ]

I have spray paint in my bag.

[ He's not making any moves to get it. If Sylar wants it, he can help himself. ]

[ He reaches for the bag without getting up, gesturing to it as if he expects it to follow some unsaid command. Of course nothing happens, which Gabriel realizes halfway through the gesture. He heaves an extremely melodramatic sigh, but does go to fetch the bag. ]

You'd think I'd remember that I can't move things with my mind anymore. Guess it's muscle memory, at this point.

[ That's interesting. ]

Another one of your abilities?

[ He may be able to see something glow in Vanitas' bag. If he looks close enough, he may be able to spot the broken glass fragments on the bottom with old blood on it. There is cardboard folded in there and a violin. The spray paint should be pretty close to the top. ]

Yep. First one I got- telekinesis. Think it's safe to say I mastered it.

[ He does take note of the glass and the violin. Seems like an odd combination, but who doesn't have strange items by now? He grabs a spray can and shakes it. ]

If I had it right now, I could get the can out and have it spray everything itself. Of course, if I had it right now, a lot of things would be different.

[ That's another use for his creatures. They know how to play fetch. ]

What other ones did you pick up?

[ It's odd he's even interested in the first place. Not like he'll see it while they all are stuck here. ]

[ It's something Sylar loves to talk about, so hopefully Vanitas doesn't mind opening this can of worms. Gabriel tests-sprays a piece of cloth before he answers. ]

Oh, let's see...shattering, cryokinesis, melting solid objects, enhanced hearing, painting the future, and induced radioactivity.

[ He centers himself on a nearby drapery and starts spraying over the eye. The next time he has to shake the can, he continues. A small smirk grows on his face. ]

But then someone gave me a virus that took all of those away. And was going to kill me, which was oh-so-nice of them. After I got cured, I had my aptitude and the telekinesis left. Then I got rapid cellular regeneration- just to solve that little problem- then alchemy, clairsentience- that's seeing the history of objects when you touch them- sound manipulation, e- [ He hitches here a moment, smirk fading ] electrokinesis, and finally lie detection.

I was pretty busy back home.

Sounds like it. [ Pretty busy might be putting it lightly. A couple of those are pretty interesting. ]

Induced radioactivity like the bomb that went off here?

[ Can he make things into bombs? That would be pretty neat combined with the unversed...

It's a shame he lost those abilities. He does notice the change in his voice. Filing that away for later. ]

Just imagine what you'd pick up in other worlds.

Exactly like that bomb. But I could make little ones, too. Or just give someone cancer if I wanted.

[ Which is what they'll probably all leave here with, if they manage to get out. He shrugs and goes back to spraying- but stops and sort of freezes in place with Vanitas' last sentence. Without looking at the kid, he responds. ]

Most worlds aren't going to be compatible. I need someone with genetically-caused abilities, or I can't copy them. That being said, I've found a number of worlds that would work, and-

[ His expression melts from a small, awed smile to a frown, as soon as he realizes that's what he's doing. ]

Anyway, yeah. I've imagined it.

[ Cancer is something he's heard about on the network. Not going to touch that. the rest of it seems pretty useful.

Also not like he would tattle to Al about him thinking about world hopping adventures for abilities. He feels at ease with that awed smile.

And then it stops. ]

But you're trying to be different.

[ He still doesn't understand why, but isn't going to push it. It feels like that would be definitely over in caring too much territory. ]

Yep.

[ He still has a far-away look in his eyes, but the frown is sticking around for a bit. ]

It'd be the same as back home. I'd be out of control of myself and just end up murdering everything.

[ And having self-inflicted loneliness on a different planet, in a different dimension, sounded even worse than what he'd been trying to avoid. ]

[ He sees no issues with any of that. But someone has been feeding him ideas. ]

Let me know if you change your mind.

[ At least he said if instead of when. There is some measure of appreciation for someone who actually is aiming for a goal.

Even if it's to play nice with the other kids and change who he is. ]

[ Gabriel hates feeling out of control more than anything. He wants his life to be what he's chosen, when he's in his right mind. He feels like, after everything he's been through and everyone he's hurt, that it'd be a real waste of everything if it isn't.

He goes to another tapestry and sprays it down, thinking hard about all of it. There's still something in his mind that tells him he could make it work the way he wants to, if he just has access to a larger playground. He could even help Vanitas with his mission to reconnect with Ventus. It wouldn't even feel like a real place he was bringing down, he bets. ...but then he'd be alone again, probably.

His gaze is more intense than it should be as he finishes up. ]

Trust me, you'll hear about it if that happens. I do think everything through, in between all the crap this place throws at us. If it turns out I've been hyping myself up here for nothing- [ And if he really can't fight the Hunger- ] I'll be looking for new ways to improve myself.

Still wouldn't go back home, though. There's not much left for me to do there.

[ Playing story time is actually his way of regaining control himself. Giving information to someone he doesn't mind knowing. Someone he may even trust. It surprisingly makes him feel at ease.

What he's talking about and what Vanitas thinks he should focus on improvement is probably two different things. That look though is what he's been looking for. Something from what he picked up in their earlier exchanges.

Even if it's a spark of something from before the friendship brigade, he still isn't sure how to feel about it. A part of him really wants him to succeed in what he sets out to do, even if it's to change that.

The other part wants to feed it. ]

Consider yourself lucky.

[ His voice is detached as he says it. Withdrawing just a bit because he knows they are in dangerous grounds.

But. ]

Before you mentioned a Claire.

[ At the time, he was too hopped up on PROPHET IS LIGHT fumes. Opening his hand as he remembers the sense of feeling someone else's warmth for the first time in a long long time. ]

Does it have to do with that?

[ Escaping his world that is. ]

[ Hearing Claire's name was not what he was expecting, so he whips his head over to stare at Vanitas. He has to search his memories for a time when he mentioned her and- oh. Right. Like nearly everything that happened in the 'tower', as they're calling it, his memories are vague, but they're there.

Any inclination to continue spray painting is gone now. He crosses his arms high on his chest and 'hmmms'. ]

More like everyone else other than her, but- yeah, kinda. She's the only one I cut open who survived. She's got regeneration. Probably would've liked a front row seat to everything that happened there. I tried to get her to see my point of view. That didn't go too well.

[ He looks almost wistful as he speaks about it. ]

But we were both going to live forever, so I figured she'd eventually come around.

[ He's not sure how fortunate it is that he remembers all of it clearly.

However Gabriel's response jerks him out of it. Lifting his head to level the other with a look, one he can't see through the visor. Crossing his arms against his chest as he recalls their conversation after being locked in the building. ]

You really don't want to be alone.

[ He feels both frustration and a sense of relief. That his words to him in those messages were't just the product of the building.

But that also makes it harder for him. ]

I really don't.

[ It's not something he'd usually admit so bluntly, but approached this way it was pretty undeniable. ]

Think I spent my whole life just wishing someone appreciated me. Sometimes not even for who I am, just- in general, you know? That world...it's like I was made outside of it. I didn't fit.

[ He shrugs and leans against the nearest drapery-covered wall. ]

[ For a moment, he has the urge to say something stupid. Something about there might be people now.

He swallows back that urge and wonders what is this place doing to him. Drawing his knees against his chest to make himself smaller as he looks away from Gabriel. There's something heavy and uncomfortable working it's way inside of him. ]

That's why you like Lelric.

[ There may be a little bitterness there. He's just not sure what is bothering him. That it feels like he's choosing Al? That he wants to fit in? That he's going to wind up like the rest of them? Maybe it has to do with Al, too. How he's like Ven in some ways. Like how they used to be during his low moments.

Or because it hits way too close to home. ]

Congrats. You found a place after all.

[ Gabriel glances at Vanitas and his curling in on himself, but doesn't make a big deal of it. He knows that feeling, that confusion, and he knows he has to let Vanitas work it out on his own. The congratulations gets a small, sad smile out of him. ]

Al doesn't understand me, entirely, and I don't understand him. But he tries, so it's- that's pretty much as good, as it turns out.

And yeah. I don't know why this place is where I belong, but it's been good for me- while it's been torturing the hell out of me, sure, but there's still been some good.

[ Or he'll figure it out after Steph goes stab happy.

Lifting his head a bit at that. ]

Doesn't it get tiring?

[ Tensing at the mention of the torturing. It still bothers him because of control and because what he wound up sharing with Solomons. ]

What, trying to understand each other? Less tiring than I thought it'd be, honestly. But yeah, every once in awhile it's frustrating.

[ Clearly still worth it, though. ]

[ He gets the frustrating part.

Still doesn't see how it's worth it though or if he should try. All of this is going to mean nothing in the end as soon as he was back at the Graveyard.

It does bring him back to the inspiration as to why he's playing sharing with Gabriel presently.

He's quiet for a moment before he pulls out his tablet. ]

I shared too much with Solomons.

Oh, yeah? He's good at getting stuff out of people. He got a lot out of me, too.

[ Hopefully it wouldn't bite him in the ass later, but it didn't seem like Alfie was actively looking to use the info, at least. ]

How much is too much?

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this took a million years.

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