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[Chris might have been trying to do a bit of multitasking, searching through files and watching the Network with one eye at the same time. Which is why he was heading over to talk to Ray now, after seeing the video.]
Hey. Sylar's actually come through? I thought 'e were properly evil, y'know? Like a supervillian or somethin'. Not the sort t'actually find out stuff for you.
Yeah, he's scum all right, but 'e does seem t'be gettin' us somewhere. Might even be able t'put a stop to whatever Rip's up to before it 'appens, if we're lucky.
D'you really think so? [Chris doesn't look all that convinced. There's been this thing with Saxon and then Rip's involved with that demon-child as well, Road, the one the Police haven't been able to touch for as long as she's been here, if her file means anything.] S'pose we're closer t'somethin' than before, with a man on the inside.
[thoughtfully] I've been thinkin' about that power of his, actually, askin' tables about what they saw an' that. D'you reckon we're allowed to take in tables as witnesses?
[Ray looks irritated at Chris' expression. Maybe because he's not quite convinced of it, either.] Wouldn't say so if I wasn't, would I?
[He rolls his eyes, all set to tell him to stop being such a twonk, when he actually thinks about it.] ...I can't believe I'm about t'say this, but you might 'ave a point there. Ask Beckett, or sommat, yeah? No way I'm askin' about it.
[This is Chris, not being really that much more convinced. But hopeful!] I 'ope you're right, anyway. It'd be nice t'finally bring someone in an' have it mean somethin'. Though, I wish all the superhero types'd stop complaining about us an' actually do somethin' t'help.
Alright, I'll ask. [It seems reasonable to him.]
So, um. Y'seen what it's like outside today? [So far this distraction from his work has been a crap distraction from work. New tactic.]
Yeah... Right bunch of twats, they are. At least we're tryin', which more'n them're doin'.
[Usually helps if you mention something other than work, Chris.] Yeah. Bit odd seein' things more like back 'ome now, innit? Not complainin', mind. Makes a nice change, things bein' closer to 'ow they should be.
S'not what I thought superheroes were like, anyway.
[He's changing the subject now, really!] S'a nice thought, I s'pose. You don't think it means maybe that...the City's warmin' to us, like. I mean, them in charge. Maybe they'll bring us other stuff from 'ome...? [The statement turns into a sort of strange, casual, not-really-a-question.]
Yeah. 'Course they will. Got people goin' missin' all the time, don't they? If they're gettin' sent 'ome, makes sense they'd get sick of us some point, don't it?
[Chris smiles and nods and then he gets a sudden, horrified expression as he realises something.] Only...if it's warmin' to us, maybe it doesn't want us t'leave!
[Ray glowers at him, unimpressed.] Don't be a twat, Chris. It prob'ly in't warmin' to us. Jus' they feel like they've got t'give us some 'alf-way decent curses after that plague thing, yeah? This time next week we'll prob'ly be gettin' all 'em shit curses again.
Oh. Oh yeah, you're probably right about that. Silly t'put so much meanin' into it. S'just a curse. [Chris sort of...hovers a bit at Ray's desk, not really able to think of much else to talk about.] I...left files out, back at, uh. I'd maybe best go back.
I'd best be. Don't reckon much to hangin' round here much longer.[Ray nods, chucking whatever file he was pretending to be working on onto his desk.] Yeah, all right, then. I'll see you later, mate.
Hey. Sylar's actually come through? I thought 'e were properly evil, y'know? Like a supervillian or somethin'. Not the sort t'actually find out stuff for you.
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[thoughtfully] I've been thinkin' about that power of his, actually, askin' tables about what they saw an' that. D'you reckon we're allowed to take in tables as witnesses?
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[He rolls his eyes, all set to tell him to stop being such a twonk, when he actually thinks about it.] ...I can't believe I'm about t'say this, but you might 'ave a point there. Ask Beckett, or sommat, yeah? No way I'm askin' about it.
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Alright, I'll ask. [It seems reasonable to him.]
So, um. Y'seen what it's like outside today? [So far this distraction from his work has been a crap distraction from work. New tactic.]
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[Usually helps if you mention something other than work, Chris.] Yeah. Bit odd seein' things more like back 'ome now, innit? Not complainin', mind. Makes a nice change, things bein' closer to 'ow they should be.
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[He's changing the subject now, really!] S'a nice thought, I s'pose. You don't think it means maybe that...the City's warmin' to us, like. I mean, them in charge. Maybe they'll bring us other stuff from 'ome...? [The statement turns into a sort of strange, casual, not-really-a-question.]
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If they're warmin', then they can go ahead and put us 'ome again. You still wonderin' 'bout 'avin' a decent boozer 'ere, then?
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Bit of that, yeah. It would be much better t'be 'ome, though. Wish they'd let us visit, at least.
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