[network] @LELRIC; audio; night 315 [open]

[armoured]

There's been a lot of talk recently about this discovery that we might not really be us, that we might be digital copies downloaded into random bodies, and I know that it's been bothering a lot of people to think that they might not be "real". I don't know whether it's true that we're not the original people that we think we are or if we're copies, though I guess it would explain a lot of what happens here and how we're altered or brought back from the dead.

[In a way less horrifying way than he has been imagining this whole time.]

But I just wanted to say that I think we're real. Maybe not the originals, but real all the same. It doesn't matter where I came from, I'm still me with my own memories, experiences, and feelings. And all of you are real, you've had real impact on the lives of other people here, friends and enemies alike. That has to count for something.

[He's struggled with the thought that he might not be real before, when Barry the Chopper taunted him about being a puppet. It tore him apart then, it nearly broke Ed in the accusing, but he learned a lesson from that. He won't forget that lesson easily.]

So-- so I thought it might be nice if we could talk about the things that are real to us, not just here, but back home. Talk about the worlds we remember and the people that were there, and share them with other people who might never have heard of anything like it. We could even add it all to Mr. Carsen's library, an encyclopaedia of worlds. If you'd like to share, I'd love to hear it. So, um, that's all.

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[termineur]

[ He smiles as he thinks about it- Harley can't see it, but maybe she'll hear it. ]

I was a watchmaker. It was a...dying profession, I expect. But I was good at it- maybe the best there was, after my ability kicked in.

[clowngirl]

Very much dyin'. [And therefore a pretty useless thing to be the best at. But he sounds so happy about it that she doesn't want to knock it too much.] Y'know, where I'm from, you prob'ly woulda ended up callin' yourself The Watchmaker, puttin' on a cape with a bunch of clocks on it, and combinin' your two main interests into costumed supervillainy.

[It's never too late.]

[termineur]

[ That gets a deep chuckle. ]

Don't you guys have the Clock King already? Don't wanna wade into some other supervillain's territory.

Besides, I'd still want to go with Sylar, anyway.

[ Yes, that's the name of an obscure watch brand, shut up. ]

[clowngirl]

Oh, yeahhh. Good ol' Mr. Whatshisname. Wouldn't wanna wind that guy up, it'd tick-tock him right off.

"Sylar" does have a sexy sort of ring to it, doesn't it? Not exactly an obvious choice but I guess it's got its charm.

[She'd still go with a set of watch-themed tights if she was him, though.]

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[termineur]

[ He snorts lightly at the clock puns. Yeah, that's pretty good. ]

Glad you like it. Although to be fair--

[ He switches to video, and Harley can see him pulling something out of his bag. It's not visible until the tablet light shines on it- a broken Sylar watch, stopped at seven minutes to midnight. He figures Harley would understand if he calls himself out here. ]

It's probably more obvious where I come from. It's not covering myself with clocks- which would be ridiculously heavy for a costume, by the way- but it's something.

[clowngirl]

Ohhhh, I see! [She peers at the watch face. That's a new one, alright.] Still, better than Captain Rolex and the Casio Kid. Though I'd imagine ya might still run into some licensin' issues.

[termineur]

[ He makes a face as soon as she mentions Casio. He doesn't do digital- and okay, Casio had plenty of real watches, too. But it's the principle of the thing. But he quickly shifts back into a smirk. ]

No licensing issues, actually. The Sylar company's been dead since the early 1900s.

Not that I was really thinking about that when I took up the name. [ He has to admit that much. ] Guess I got lucky that I was restoring something vintage and not- [ A pause as he thinks of something egregious enough. ] replacing a Timex battery or something.

[clowngirl]

Well, now you just picked up a new nickname. [It's out of her hands, Timex.]

[termineur]

[ There's a quiet pause on the other end of the line as he freezes, then he over-dramatically heaves a sigh. He's still smirking a little, though. ]

I walked right into that one, didn't I?

[clowngirl]

Hopped, skipped, and jumped! [She's practically gleeful.]

Don't worry, you'll still have my respect as a super-serious non-clock-wearin' serial killer.

[termineur]

I am just feeling the respect pour off of you.

Unfortunately, I don't think Norfinbury attire is going to let anyone be 'super-serious' here.

[ He taps his star-patterned blanket that he's currently wearing as a cape, and his ugly 'Norfinbury Aquarium' cap. He's also still wearing Zane Taylor's olive green winter coat, which is so not his style. ]

I had to make do with rubber dishwashing gloves for awhile, too. That was a fun look.

[clowngirl]

[She snorts.]

You do kinda look like my nephew when he's playin' dress-up. Too bad I missed seein' the rubber gloves, I bet it really completed the ensemble.

[She actually doesn't mind the hat she found to keep warm, even though it doesn't match her Norfinbury-issued coat. It has a flower bud on it and reminds her of Poison Ivy. She even found a matching sweater to go with it, not that you can see it under layers of jacket and bedsheet and blanket that she's currently swaddled up in.]