"Sabe"!
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Joining the ever-swelling ranks of Caz's Gabe'n'Sy pups is Sabe. Ah, Sabe. Ain't he a one? Uses the two names freely if not interchangably, kills people from inside a sweatervest and glasses, but still shows signs of a conscience. And he would like it known that he wants nothing to do with Chylar.
And 'Sabe' is not the pairing.
Basically, Sabe is Sylar from those carefree, happy days of yore when he was dallying to and fro with his faithful chum Chandra Suresh, murdering a super* here and fixing a clock there and getting home in time for tea. The days of happy road-trips and chai without drugs in it. Chandra, of course, has no idea yet of the real reason that Sabe has manifested some nifty cryokinesis to go with his TK. Neither does Darla Wood, who's employed quiet and innocent Gabriel to fix as many old clocks as can be stuffed into a gigantic New York house, and who incidentally can manipulate anything with a biological construct (Activating Evolution has a chapter on biokinesis). Now there's a relationship that could end in, um, excitement. Sabe, meanwhile, is having a whale of the time driving instead of being driven (if you'll forgive reference of Rush lyrics and a sudden slip into IC-POV, because he is still driven, in actuality more so than before, and ironically enough by his own desire to grab the steering wheel. And now I'm going to stop stretching this metaphor before it gets holes in).
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
When we start our sordid tale (so far as any tale really has a beginning), Darla's only just coming to the front door of Gray & Sons. She's got a hugeass boxful of broken watches and a hugeass houseful of similarly maltreated clocks, left to her by her recently-deceased father; something in there is enough to get Sabe to stop practicing his lurking and get down to some good Gabrieling, because OH GOD THE BROKEN MAKE IT STOP. And this was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Over the months, Sabe fixed a bunch of the clocks, Darla played piano, Sabe got all mad and bipolar and emo-cupboardy because he missed out on a new power, Darla met Chandra and learned certain salient facts, Sabe showed off said salient facts through the amazement of levitating timepieces, Darla made pasta, Sabe ate pasta, Darla came clean about her own power, Sabe had a moral crisis re: taking a friend's brains, Darla almost found the Cupboard of Emo and the Corridor of Incriminating Evidence, and Sabe cursed the Heroes set designers for apparently making him dumb as a brick in not at least installing a door.
*Shaddup, I can use Incredibles terminology if I want to. :P
Joining the ever-swelling ranks of Caz's Gabe'n'Sy pups is Sabe. Ah, Sabe. Ain't he a one? Uses the two names freely if not interchangably, kills people from inside a sweatervest and glasses, but still shows signs of a conscience. And he would like it known that he wants nothing to do with Chylar.
And 'Sabe' is not the pairing.
Basically, Sabe is Sylar from those carefree, happy days of yore when he was dallying to and fro with his faithful chum Chandra Suresh, murdering a super* here and fixing a clock there and getting home in time for tea. The days of happy road-trips and chai without drugs in it. Chandra, of course, has no idea yet of the real reason that Sabe has manifested some nifty cryokinesis to go with his TK. Neither does Darla Wood, who's employed quiet and innocent Gabriel to fix as many old clocks as can be stuffed into a gigantic New York house, and who incidentally can manipulate anything with a biological construct (Activating Evolution has a chapter on biokinesis). Now there's a relationship that could end in, um, excitement. Sabe, meanwhile, is having a whale of the time driving instead of being driven (if you'll forgive reference of Rush lyrics and a sudden slip into IC-POV, because he is still driven, in actuality more so than before, and ironically enough by his own desire to grab the steering wheel. And now I'm going to stop stretching this metaphor before it gets holes in).
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
When we start our sordid tale (so far as any tale really has a beginning), Darla's only just coming to the front door of Gray & Sons. She's got a hugeass boxful of broken watches and a hugeass houseful of similarly maltreated clocks, left to her by her recently-deceased father; something in there is enough to get Sabe to stop practicing his lurking and get down to some good Gabrieling, because OH GOD THE BROKEN MAKE IT STOP. And this was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Over the months, Sabe fixed a bunch of the clocks, Darla played piano, Sabe got all mad and bipolar and emo-cupboardy because he missed out on a new power, Darla met Chandra and learned certain salient facts, Sabe showed off said salient facts through the amazement of levitating timepieces, Darla made pasta, Sabe ate pasta, Darla came clean about her own power, Sabe had a moral crisis re: taking a friend's brains, Darla almost found the Cupboard of Emo and the Corridor of Incriminating Evidence, and Sabe cursed the Heroes set designers for apparently making him dumb as a brick in not at least installing a door.
*Shaddup, I can use Incredibles terminology if I want to. :P