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

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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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A. Arrival

[ He pushes the door open with much more force than he intended. His unversed skitters into the room and stops as it notices people there. Vanitas is a little slower with noticing the company thanks to his state. Freezing up immediately when he realizes that there are people and who exactly they are.

The warning from his sound coming from his tablet is letting him know he doesn't have much time to actually find any where else. And he's not even sure if he can make it to the trap door without being obvious that he's trying to avoid them.

So he'll just deal with it. It'll be a test to see if the distance helped. ]

Looks like quite the party.



B. Come bother him

[ Sitting in a corner away from the others with his pack close by. He's keeping his helmet firmly on to make it hard for anyone to tell if he's actually paying attention to them. His unversed is sticking by his bag, munching away at a candy bar. ]

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[ Steph's actually a lot more okay with Vanitas, not because she knows he was one of the converted but because he was willing to take Dumpy off her hands. Also because she's avoided talking to him since the last time he pissed her off, and because she's still a little too depressed to care.

Of course she spots him right off. She doesn't spot Dumpy though, and is curious. ]

Hey. Where'd the robot go?

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He decided he missed tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Went off to go find them.

[ So no longer his issue. ]

See you picked up replacements already.

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Oh. Good.

[ She hopes he didn't give them radiation poisoning. ]

These ones scream way less.

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[ Sylar freezes in place for a moment, not even breathing, when he sees Vanitas come in.

Of course he remembers what happened. He can't forget it, even if all that torture isn't what haunts his dreams. Vanitas hardly looks like he did then, and maybe that's what helps him push past the flashes of memory that were threatening to overwhelm things. As a result, he basically looks like something in him turned off, then on again, and he manages a tired nod. ]

Guess so. This is the happening new place, after all. You explored any of it yet?

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[ It's Jack's fault for being impatient. Wound up working in everyone's favor since he wouldn't have been able to deal with the extra company after getting people'd out. ]

Might prefer the screaming to the friendship speeches.

[ Because Al is weird.

He's making sure to not look at Sylar. ]

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[ He notices something is up, but isn't going to say anything about it. There might be a noticeable shift of his helmet towards the trapdoor as he starts pondering it again.

He can still feel. And it still sucks.

Keeping his tone even and detached as he responds. ]

Arrived today. Didn't get very far.

[ His pet seems tense as it looks at it's master and then back at the people. ]

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[ She shrugs. ]

To each his own. You should probably learn when to stop engaging.

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[Al has been doing a little better since his conversation with the Cat, though it's still hard to suddenly see another convert face to face and remember what they both did. But he can also remember another conversation they had, a wager made that Vanitas had refused to take, and so he approaches after only a few moments.]

You're welcome to join us, you know?

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[ It almost sounds like Al is offering for him to stick around longer than the night. He's shaking his head as he looks over towards Sylar. ]

I'll be gone in the morning.

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They are the ones who decided not to give it up.

[ He didn't mean to let slip the they in there.

Heading to a far corner to drop his stuff off in. His unversed is picking up on his mood and is sticking close.

His attention lands on the big symbols. ]

Seen better decor.

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Us, too. We just looked around the building and came back in for the night. There wasn't anything out there.

[ Something in him is settling down. Maybe it's the pet- Sylar likes animals. Is it a pet, though? He does vaguely remember that someone had posted about it before. He rustles through his bag for a pack of crackers and sets one on the floor, far enough away that it doesn't have to come too close to him. ]

I assume he eats, too?

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[ Talking about the creature is much more easier than trying to figure out what it is he's feeling at the moment. ]

It does here.

[ The creature looks at Vanitas before cautiously moving towards the crackers. There is something almost funny about Sylar feeding Vanitas' feelings.

Crossing his arms as he tries to be discreet about looking at Sylar. ]

It might have picked up bad habits from the child.

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[ Sylar thinks it's a little easier to just focus on the creature, too. He sets out a second cracker a couple inches to the right of the first, then sits on the floor cross-legged. That should be enough of an indication that he's not a threat, right? ]

Oh yeah? Was it traveling with a kid for awhile? Makes sense, if it was getting spoiled.

What is it, anyway?

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Kept running into a kid who kept spoiling it.

[ Frisk. There was Kanan, too. But he doesn't want to bring him up. That's where more complicated feelings reside.

The creature goes for the next cracker without hesitation this time. ]

An emotion given physical form.

[ He's only moving to shrug off his stuff and place it down. ]

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[ That has Sylar nearly smiling as he stares at the creature. He liked just about anything that was unique. ]

Huh. Now that's new. What emotion is it? Or is that getting a little too specific?

[ He's guessing it's probably not a good emotion, just going by appearance. Way too spiky for something happy. He pulls out another cracker and holds it in the tips of his fingers. Is that too close for this little guy? ]

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[ The Little guy does look over to Vanitas, who in turn just gives it a wave. The creature approaches closer to take the cracker from his hands if he'll let it. ]

It's frustration. Anger.

[ He remembers the first emotion to form all too well. ]

It was the first and the easiest one to make.

[ Already they are approaching a dangerous topic, but Solomons already hit on part of it. Might as well let someone he actually likes know about it. ]

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[ Maybe he should look into figure out how to disengage. But he's clearly not interested in deep conversation, so she lets it be. ]

I've seen worse. At least it's not clowns.

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[ He's still deep convo'd out and he already knows he might be getting one anyways between the other two.

Looking at the eyes doesn't cause any headaches or for him to suddenly want to convert anyone. ]

I have paint and knives.

[ Just in case she's interested in helping to change it up a bit. ]

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"Knives" plural?

[ Steph don't steal the boy's knives, you have your own. ]

I'm always down for destroying shit in Norfinbury.

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[ Yeah don't deal the helpless four fifteen year old's knives. ]

Maybe.

[ Really shouldn't be tipping his hand like that.

Digging through his stuff to pull out the can of black spray paint. Shaking it up. It's been used a couple of times, but it still has paint left. She might be able to see the blender blades in his stuff and yes a knife. Also a laundry paddle, a sparkly crystal, and mysterious mail package. He's been collecting... ]

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[ She takes a peek, but no more. She doesn't really need more weapons. She's got a sharpened letter opener that works pretty well. The sparkly crystal is interesting though. ]

What's the point of the knives if you're just gonna paint over them?

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[ Of course Sylar will let it take the cracker! He has three more that he'll hand over, one by one, now that it's established that feeding is what he's here for. But considering this recent revelation, his attention is more on Vanitas now. ]

You made it?

[ That seems to be what he's getting at. Sylar sounds impressed. ]

That's a neat trick.

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[ Neat, huh? He's really not sure how to react to that. It's been a long time since anyone has been impressed with his abilities. And this one in particular... he looks at the Unversed for a moment before looking away. Moving a little further away from the pair of them to try to regain space. Regain something. ]

I can't make them here. Only that one came along for the ride.

[ Which is pretty funny in it's own way. ]

It's not useful here.

[ The Flood does seem to stop eating for a moment. Trying to figure out if it needs to do something by looking at Vanitas. When the little "anger" doesn't get a signal, it goes back to taking crackers from Sylar. ]

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[ It's small and cracked open. So long as she doesn't stick her hand in his bag, it should be good. There's broken glass some where in there. ]

Sometimes destroying something feels better.

[ Totally not sounding like a midboss there. ]