[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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[rubikscomplex]

That's a hell of a drug.

[Seriously.]

Anyway, I'm heading for the bunker. You're welcome to tag along if you can't see anything. It's really slow-going, though, unless you wanna, like, pick me up or something. I think my bones are ice... any chance you got some Vicodin on you?

[termineur]

Ha, I wish. Had a bunch in the bunker. Somehow I don't think it'd help, though.

[ As to the rest of it, he hums in thought. Then he gestures to a part of his arm, where the electricity sears off the flesh and then the flesh grows back in an unending back and forth. It means his clothes are tatters and probably only going to get worse from here on out. But also-- ]

I can't tell which is a part of me. Both, maybe? I can try picking you up, but you sure you wanna risk me melting you?

[rubikscomplex]

[House watches the crackling. Okay... rethinking that strategy.]

Actually, if we're anomalies, doesn't that mean we can go, like, any where, any time? Maybe we can get through some of those locked doors. Might head for that one place over in Res Zone One. Or maybe the Radiation Zone. If you're still heading to the Bunker, could you let Will know I'll be around later?

I mean the real me. Anomaly me. [A pause.] If we're the real us... es.

[termineur]

[ Sylar chuckles, and it comes out partially as a popping noise. ]

Our minds are- [ He feigns looking back towards the noises of the other escapees moving around. ] -mostly coherent. We're real, even if we end up being anomalies or copies or- whatever else label you want to throw onto it. But yeah, I think you'll find getting around won't be so hard. You might have an easier time in the snow, even.

I'll say hi if I see him. Kinda doubt he'd be happy to see me, but- y'know. What else is new?

[rubikscomplex]

You're a serial killer. He loves you guys. Like, literally.

[Honestly, Will's poor taste in men.]

You need me to keep an eye out for anyone?

[termineur]

[ That gets a raise of Sylar's eyebrows, but it does make him laugh. ]

Loves killing us, you mean? Except for maybe that one.

Anyway- nah. I'll find 'em myself. Feel free to let the other me know he's running on borrowed time, though, if you see him first.

[rubikscomplex]

Don't think he could really kill you now, anyway. Handy. And sure. I'll let him know. Mine, too, but you got that, I'm sure.

[termineur]

Yeah, I got it.

[ And hearing it said explicitly is making Sylar feel a little less alone. Sometimes, all he's wanted out of life is for other monsters to exist. He smiles and starts feeling his way through the tunnel, using the walls. ]

Catch ya later, then. And good luck with those doors. Hope they lead somewhere interesting.