[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[termineur]

[ Now isn't this familiar. Sylar smiles and makes sure he stops his finger-electricity for a moment before reaching up and patting the claws reaching out for him. He's very deliberate about letting his hands drop before the electricity starts jumping between his fingers again. ]

Yeah. Friends. Thanks.

Where were you guys? The old residential areas?

[ He's already starting to head towards the smaller collections of light he can see. The big beacon's gotta be the bunker, and he knows they weren't there. ]

[bywolves]

Mm.

[ He appreciates that, too. Thanks, buddy, for not scaring him with the light. He settles, concentrating really hard on staying like a cloak. It makes his speech sort of disjointed. ]

Mmhm. Went to grocery store. And. And towards school. Over there.

[termineur]

All the way on the other side. Okay. Shouldn't take us long- although you might wanna hold on tighter. I move- well, different than I used to. Dig in if you need to, it's not like you're gonna do any real damage.

[ He warns because he's not sure it's something he can control...especially not if he's working on holding his own electricity down.

Once Royce seems relatively settled, though, he does test it out. He steps forward, thinking he's probably oriented correctly...maybe. He'd been listening for the directions everyone else was moving. On his fourth step, he's suddenly three feet backwards, then again five feet ahead. He stops immediately, assessing the damage. Did Royce make it with him? ]

[bywolves]

[ He digs in tight, because he saw Gabriel move earlier and he doesn't know exactly how he's going to be able to keep up with that. And then there's the double-step, and Royce hisses as he's jerked back and forth.

But, thankfully! He doesn't get dislodged. He's just a little off-center, his shape wisping off of Sylar and melting down his back for a second. Oof.

But he's here. Just having a hard time keeping shape. ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar smiles a bit. ]

Good. If you need to- melt or whatever at some point, do it and I'll wait. We're still gonna be faster than they are.

And maybe let me know if you see a hatch out somewhere? Don't talk if it's hard, you can just tap me on the shoulder or something.

[ And with that, he'll get going. After every jittery jump, he'll pause, just to make sure they still have cohesion. But he's fulling intending on crossing the town to- he's not sure. At least they can try to get Royce his body back. Maybe he can just leap into it or something. ]

[bywolves]

Mm.

[ He doesn't need to melt - he's okay to hold onto Sylar as much as he can. The grip on him takes basically everything he has, so he doesn't talk much. But when he does see a hatch, he jitters around Sylar's shoulders, jabbing him with a claw maybe a little harder than he meant to. Sorry, bud. ]

Hatch. Above. [ Royce rasps. ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar winces, but he also smiles. He had told Royce to really dig in, after all- an extra jab isn't going to do much real harm. ]

Thanks.

[ He looks up, as if that's going to help him any, then feels around for the ladder. It doesn't take long to find it, and it turns out keeping a mostly human form is good for this. It only takes a little push before the hatch is open and they are free to head up to the surface. Sylar wastes no time climbing up and into the...house? It's probably a house. ]

Y'know, I actually can't wait to be on those open snowfields now? There'll be less to bump into.

[bywolves]

[ It looks like a house. Royce isn't paying enough attention to his surroundings - it's hard to keep focus. ]

Not cold anymore. [ Bits of him are dripping, being left behind like sludge. ] Moving is hard now. For me.

[termineur]

Yeah.

[ He takes a moment to tamp down the electricity in his fingers and give Royce's claws another pat. ]

That's why we'll stick together. But- ah. You need a rest? We've got all the time in the world now, and- well, you're sort of dripping. Does that hurt?

[ Maybe that's a dumb question. It hurts when he holds down his bolts, hurts when he burns his own flesh. But none of it lasts. Not for long. And having had regeneration for awhile before being here- well, he's inclined to just ignore it. ]