✇ three;; masterworld

[athames]

[OPEN CITIZEN FILTER because you don't pay attention to this sort of thing when bleeding. And Bel is. Like, a lot.]

Shit- Belthazor, reporting in. Resistance bastards spotted in market district, along with possible intruders from the Barge. Already have one squad dealing with it, but -[Hiss of pain goes here.] - more the merrier, right? So get on

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[gray_atonement]

Where are you?

[athames]

North of the market district. [Specific location bs'ed herein.]

[gray_atonement]

I'm on my way. Don't get yourself killed before I get there.

[athames]

Ha fucking ha. [Sharp breath with that last hah.] Cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye.

[Spam] That icon is adorable.

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar made his way to where Belthazor said he was currently waiting out his injury. It was a relatively sad sight. The two weren't specifically partners, but they had spent a good amount of battles together and held some respect for each other if nothing else. With a lack of anything else productive to do, checking on the man seemed like a good idea. After all, they would all be in trouble if he actually died.]

"What happened?" [He asked quietly, refraining from judgment yet. Moving forward, he crouched down to take a look at the wounds.]

[Spam] It's one of my favorites.

[athames]

[Bel was sitting back against a wall, cradling his arm against his chest. The gash went from elbow to wrist, straight to the bone, and even though he's wrapped it as well as possible with his jacket, but it's still bleeding. A lot, especially as this happened a while ago. Everything else is minor cuts and abrasions.]

"New face, tried to corner me into talking, I hit him, he sliced me, resistance fuckers showed up." [A hiss of pain, and does Bel look fevered? Why yes, he does.] "My guys are dealing with it."

[Spam] YOUR FACE is one of my favorites.

[gray_atonement]

"Come on." [Sylar muttered, displeased. Without waiting, he brought his hand to Bel's uninjured elbow to begin helping him up. It was dangerous and embarrassing for men of their position to be loitering around injured. Especially if the resistance had found him before Sylar had. He frowned over at his ally and insisted.] "You need to see a doctor."

[He thought about mentioning the smarter strategy, of keeping people to watch Bel, to the other man, but to do so seemed too protective. They weren't close friends, after all.]

[Spam] /bats eyelashes

[athames]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

[He grimaced as he got to his feet, and another lance of pain shot up his arm. There was a momentary fuzzing in the air around him, and pink skin changed to red and black, and Bel was suddenly not himself. It only lasted a moment before he shifted back into his human form. Bel blinked in surprise, staring at Sylar.]

"...Am I going completely nuts, or did you see that too."

[Spam] ....Gross, Bel.

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar simply lifted one eyebrow at him, not certain what to think. Part of him immediately suspected that Belthazor might be a traitor or worse, but the man's reaction seemed as confused as his own. He granted the man only a tilt of his head at first as they stood together, dropping his hands away so long as Bel seemed able to stand on his own.]

"I saw it. What is it?" [For reasons unknown, the killer pictured a watch and it was as if he could hear a ticking in the back of his mind. He wanted to know how Belthazor had done that.. But he suppressed the notion for now.]

[Spam] :')

[athames]

"No. Fucking. Clue. Started after that guy cut me."

[He paused, looking over himself as if expecting it to happen again. When nothing occurred, he glanced back at Sylar, then started walking toward the other head goon's hovercar. He didn't like the things, never had, but beggars couldn't be choosers.]

"There was something weird about that guy... Maybe he did this," [he muttered.] "Hell if I know how, but."

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar glanced over him once more, content that he wasn't changing, then followed along with him toward the hovercar. While the killer always preferred walking, the hovercars held great convenience in crossing long distances and, especially with Bel injured, it seemed like the better idea.]

"You don't know who it was?" [He confirmed as they were climbing in.] "Was it a normal blade?"

[Spam]

[athames]

[Bel slid in, careful to keep his arm as immobile as possible. Settling back into the seat, he grits his teeth against the pain.]

"Nah, probably one of those intruders off the barge - dressed weird enough for it. ...I don't know, it wasn't glowing or any shit like that. Hurts like hell though."

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[gray_atonement]

"Let's get you back."

[Sylar snapped his door closed after sliding into the driver's seat, clicking the hovercar into gear and launching off toward their home base and medical center. His eyes didn't move from the windshield, though his peripheral vision still held Bel enough to notice if the man changed again.]

[Spam]

[athames]

[The initial, vertical lurch took him by surprise - enough so that he loses grip of his injured arm and it banged into the side panel. Bel gasps, but it turned into a snarl as he shifted again, suddenly taking up a heck of a lot more space in the compact vehicle. Black eyes widened, then faded back to blue as Belthazor popped back into place.]

"...Fuck." [A quick, suspicious glance over at Sylar.] "Tell me you can keep your mouth shut about this. I don't want to end up on Brennan's vivisection table."

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar notices, obviously, but he doesn't say anything. It's odd, but certainly not the strangest thing he's seen before. Candice had been able to distort reality; he himself had been a shapeshifter before. It was what he was turning into that and that he could not control it at all that interested the killer most.]

"I won't tell anyone." [Unless it make beneficial. Because he wanted to understand it before anyone else did.]