[Thread] All that you reason

[mind_hunger]

Characters: Sylar (OU), OPEN
Where: The plaza
When: Late evening
Summary: Quite unexpectedly, Sylar finds himself in a new and entirely foreign place. The logical next step? Find out what's going on.
Warnings: None, currently.

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[mind_hunger]

That was the pertinent question, wasn't it? There had to be some way, Sylar was certain. After all, there were particular points in the progression of events that served as turning points on a grand scale, steering the world in one direction or another. This was fact, or near enough; they were accessible to those with precognitive abilities, if not always perfectly translatable. Comparison of these points might lead to some breakthrough.

Assuming there were no smaller but still significant ones. Assuming none were missed.

"Not easily," he replied, the acknowledgment just a touch rueful. A touch frustrated, as well.

He hesitated for a few seconds at the introduction, deliberating over which to give in return. Identity was such a fluid thing, was so very malleable. It would, he knew, shape the tone of his time there. Simple enough, he supposed, to give a false name, but it would be aggravating if he had to maintain it for long, and would be trouble if he chanced to encounter someone who knew him.

And if this was an illusion, it would be without purpose, as the only people who might have ensnared him already knew who he was.

"Sylar," he replied. "Gabriel Sylar."

[ned_piemaker]

"Hi," Ned exhaled, hunching his shoulders and trying to think of something to say to abate the awkwardness that hung over them now. This was why it was a bad idea to approach random people - he never should have asked! He had just been so hoping to meet someone who could give him news of his own world, could reassure him that it was running along fine without him (though he half-wished it wouldn't).

"Sorry to bother you," he grimaced, taking a few tentative steps back, "I'll see you around, I guess?"

[mind_hunger]

The awkwardness stirred up faint embers of sympathy. They were not, on their own, quite enough to prompt him to follow that route, but coupled with pragmatism's reminder that in a strange place, it would serve him well to have those who didn't think ill of him?

"It's all right," Sylar replied. "You didn't." He conjured up a smile, slight and rueful, and gave a deliberate glance around the cold plaza. "And it does seem like we'll probably run into one another again." From what he could see, if the wall in the distance marked the city's boundaries, it was more like a few blocks, and far too small to wager against future encounters.