10am: Dani Reese is sitting in a booth at The Kitchen Table, an untouched cup of coffee in front of her. Despite desperately needing the caffeine, her thoughts are way too full of 'how the hell are we getting out of here?' at the moment. Crews is - well, last she checked, he was still in bed. She pauses in her thought process and briefly debates
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He can control them. He wouldn't have survived this long if he couldn't. He just... sates the hunger, a little.
It would seem he and Sylar have something in common.
In any case, Sylar is... dangerous, and that makes him interesting. So Elashte will approach him, all friendly professionalism, and offer a hand.
"You're a new face, if I'm not mistaken," he says, and introduces himself. "Elashte. Proprietor of these apartments."
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"I admit to being curious as to who owned this place," he replies. "And my name - well, it's a complicated subject, but you'll likely hear others refer to me as Sylar on most days."
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He's not going to. He has to maintain some sense of moral accountability, after all.
"I hope you're finding the facilities comfortable," he says. "You've caught us in a good season, at least." He gestures to the courtyard, its oxygen-farm garden in pleasant summer glory.
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Men such as he aren't very prone to settling down for the long term of things, and though he has been able to quell the urges for now, it's only a matter of time before they come back up, stronger than ever.
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And ruining any and all plans, inverting local politics, driving locals mad...
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There's a twisted quality in the smile that follows.
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