Day 46: Lunch

[tostepforward]

The mere fact that she'd been susceptible to whatever hold the Institute had had on her yesterday was sufficient to leave Ayumu both upset and angry - no, not angry, downright furious, both at herself and whoever was responsible for that. But there was also the fact that because of it, she'd lost out on an entire day of work, and in several ways

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[7_to_midnight]

Eyes and wings and tails and tattoos... and Digimon? Wasn't that... a fad that was really popular a few years back? 'Gotta catch 'em all' or whatever?

Either way, Sylar found himself paying more attention to his meal than he was to the guy's tall tale. He took up a handful of chips and let his teeth crunch them down and drown out the man as he gave the appearance of staring intently at him. In truth, the person who was really on his mind was Grell Sutcliffe, the bastard from earlier. The more seconds that ticked by, the more Sylar felt that letting the opportunity go would be a bad idea, all smug claims and weird flirting aside. Since Grell already knew he was a killer, there wasn't much more he could lose in terms of compromising himself, and he'd been looking for-

"I could throw fireballs..."

Sylar's attention suddenly snapped back to reality, and he found himself staring at the man in front of him with much sharper vision. He swallowed his mouthful of chips and gestured loosely with his hands, putting on an air of skepticism as he asked: "Wait - so you're saying you were some... thing that had... superpowers?"

If the way the guy had talking so far was any indication, he'd probably jump at the opportunity to defend the strength he'd previously wielded. Sylar couldn't help but smirk wryly as he recognized the irony of his logic.

[brooklynisangry]

Gaah. What was wrong with the humans here?! "Compared ta humans? Course I did!" Sheesh. What a maroon. "I--daah, whatever," He made a vaguely dismissive gesture, giving up. "I ain't gonna say it all again. This ain't worth it." Sure, he had his pride. ...Well, loads of it, but he'd always been liable to just decide it wasn't worth it. Usually with Pinapple Head, that little dinosaur was just too hard to talk to sometimes. That, or when Renamon was teasing him again.

[7_to_midnight]

Of course, now the loudmouth decided to shut up, and Sylar couldn't help his lip curling slightly in contempt. Still, he knew what he'd heard the words 'shooting fireballs', though whether or not this guy had been a fire-breathing dragon in another life had a lot to do with whether or not that information was of any use to Sylar.

"Sorry," he said with a soft chuckle, raising his good hand disarmingly. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just -" he paused, trying to think of a good angle of attack, and then continued: "-it's just that I used to be able to do... some stuff like that too."

[brooklynisangry]

Beelzemon glared at the guy, just daring him to escalate the thing. He might've been trying to be a better person, but that still didn't change the fact that if someone pissed him off badly enough he'd beat them over the head with the closest solid object.

And then things took a turn for the confusing. "Wha? A human doing that sorta stuff? How?" That didn't make any sense. None at all. Humans just helped Digimon digivolve and either keep them sane or drive them out of their heads. That was pretty much it. How could a human do things like a Digimon?

[7_to_midnight]

Looked like Sylar had regained the guy's attention. He shifted his eyes left and right, trying to look half nervous and half conspiratorial as he leaned forward on the table with his good elbow.

"Abilities," he said quietly. "You know, like... telekinesis?"

Not too much to make the guy feel threatened or outdone, but not too little to leave him unimpressed. Sylar let his mouth twist into a very sincere frown as he looked back at Beelzemon. "I'd show you, but... it doesn't work here." He paused and gestured at his tablemate. "How about you? If you're a human, do those fireball things... do they still work?"

And the moment of truth...

[brooklynisangry]

What? Couldn't Taomon do something like that? With one of her talisman thingies? That was... How could a human do something like that anyway?!

"Nah. 've been trying, but I got nothin'. Not even low-level stuff or... or what I absorbed from other Digimon." He didn't really want to talk about that, but it certainly seemed like Leomon didn't feel like helping him out this time at all, if he was still out there somewhere. He didn't know how that could be possible, but it had almost felt like it that one time...

[7_to_midnight]

Sylar nodded slowly, and though his frown deepened slightly, he tried to play it off as confusion rather than very crushing disappointment. Then again, what the man said as he continued was a little more intriguing.

"Absorbing...?" he asked as he arched an eyebrow. The 'Digimon' part he decided to ignore on the principle of the goddamn matter, but the rest of it sounded similar to what Peter Petrelli could do.

[brooklynisangry]

Beelzemon winced, running a hand through his hair. "I don' do it anymore, but... If a Digimon gets killed, then any Digimon there can load their data. Makes ya stronger, or gives ya their abilities." Sure, at the time if he hadn't done that, he would've been dead. About six times. But if he hadn't been acting so crazy, he wouldn't have caused all that mess to begin with...

"I don' do that anymore. Feels good, but 'm not gonna do it." Not after what happened to Leomon. Everything else that had come after that was his fault.

[7_to_midnight]

Scratch Peter. This all sounded familiar in a much more interesting way, and just as Sylar was about to cut in with some question about how exactly the process worked or what the hell that 'data' thing had to do with it, the man went into territory that Sylar hadn't exactly expected.

The tone, the words, the hand through his hair... this man felt deep remorse over what he'd done, and as Sylar found his teeth grinding against each other inside his mouth and his hand cracking a chip between its fingers, he realized just how much that fact bothered him. If this man had a chance to be more than he was, why wasn't he taking it? The moron Poké-Man was scared, probably, and pathetic. For a second, Sylar wondered if he should just let the subject go like Zachary Blaine would, but then he realized he wasn't using that name anymore. He didn't need to act like it.

"Really?" he asked slowly as he dropped the pieces of chip from his fingers and flicked them back onto his plate. "Because if anything, I'd figure you could... help people if you had more abilities."

He glanced up, expression open.

"Or is it something else you're avoiding?"