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[telekineticity]

Who: Jean & Sylar
When: Last night
Where: Out and about
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Jean's not all there in the head, and I don't think Sylar is either. :x
Summary: Jean goes out for a walk, and Sylar decides to join her.

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[eatingurbrainz]

Sylar left the terminal after he had spent some time speaking to that voice, and the other times speaking to Jean. He did enjoy those moments of speaking, after all, with both of them, even. Jean, though, he hadn't seen her for along time. He need need to speak to her.

He headed towards the river himself, knowing it as a location where he could meet up with her. He moved his glasses out of his front pocket, maybe seeing her would spark any memories, but if not, oh well. It would give him a new chance to make her a shiny new toy.

He put those glasses on his nose then walked towards her, staing up at the sky, as if another place. "Doctor Jean Grey?"

[telekineticity]

Jean didn't jump at being disturbed. As a matter of fact, she didn't even move. Her head remained tipped, and her eyes remained focused in on the plate. Looking as intently as she was, she could have sworn she saw the night sky, and the stars that littered it. "Gabriel Gray."

Slowly, her head moved back upright, and she turned to face the man who had come to meet with her. She frowned at the sight of him, only because his face didn't trigger any memories as she had been hoping it would. "I'm glad you came." She was still ever so polite, even through her dissapointment.

[eatingurbrainz]

"I am not offended," he assured. Once aware of his presence, he stepped near her. "The upper level has a sky," he told her. Down here, it was always dark, but he certainly wasn't one to complain. He liked that about it, after all. "It is hard to find others who share my interests," he told her. He was eager to talk with her again. The last time they had spoken was a pleasant time, calming almost. ANd she had the same power as he did. "You and I are much alike, after all."

[telekineticity]

She glanced up once again at the plate, a slight smile gracing her features. "I prefer it dark, like this. The light hurts still, same as too much noise. Still adjusting, I assume." It felt strange to actually speak full sentances to someone, multiple ones in succession of one another. In her time since arriving in the strange city, she had typed a great deal, but not really spoken aloud to anyone. Not even Vincent, the man who had come to find her.

She felt her eyebrow arching in amusement at the mention of being like Gabriel, and her smile grew. "How alike?" She wondered if he knew about her mutant abilities. She assumed he was only referring to their similar interest in genetics.

[eatingurbrainz]

The way anyone ticked was easy. Find something they would like to speak about, tell them a few quiet lies, and they would talk. It was how Sylar did it at least, and it normally worked. Of course, their interest was what made the conversation much easier.

He moved his hand over the ground, and with little effort, some rocks lifted off the ground. "They couldn't erase them all from me," he said. "This is how you are like me."

[telekineticity]

Needless to say, she was suprised. She hadn't really met others with the same ability as her own. If her memories hadn't been affected, she would have recalled Charles Xavier, but unfortunately all memories of him were lost to her. "Interesting." She mused, and moved her hand in a gesture that copied his own.

She was attempting to take the rocks out of his telekinetic hold and move them over to a new location. It felt strange to be using her ability, as if she hadn't in years. "What else?" She questioned, wondering if he possessed telepathy, the same as she did.

[eatingurbrainz]

Sylar watched her perform her trick, and looked pleased for those few moments. "I can hear your heart beating, Jean," he told her. "A quicker beat for excitement. Use of powers. Knowing there are others like you. Everyone's is unique, if only a little. On normal occasions...my powers would be far less disappointing." Meaning, he had that whole inventory to put to use, and yet...he didn't get to keep them while being here. The gods had taken them away.

[telekineticity]

"They're not dissapointing." Jean reassured him, her voice quiet, thoughtful. "You're the first, like me." She felt obliged to offer him another polite smile, and so she did. "This is why you're interested." Interested in both meeting with her, and the study of genetics. She didn't specify either aloud.

Genetics or our shared ability. Why did you want to meet? She questioned him using her telepathy, the corner of her mouth twisting upward into a smirk. If they also shared the gift of telepathy, then she was going to leave Vincent and go and stay with Gabriel. It would help her to be near someone who was like her.

[eatingurbrainz]

Sylar, however, could not hear her thoughts. Right now, these two, were the extent of his skills (and on the normal occasion, hearing her thoughts would have been impossible, as well). "I can feel people like me," he answered. "Around us. Adam, Claire, Micah, Niki...they are here. I have felt others come and go. Your powers draw me to you, because I cannot sense you in the same respect. They are different."

[telekineticity]

His list of names caused her to blink, as she had no idea to who he was referring. Possibly his friends, she wasn't entirely sure. And even in her fractured mental state, she knew to not pry into the minds of others. At the mention of her being different, she frowned, and took a step away from him.

"How different?" She demanded to know, watching him closely.

[eatingurbrainz]

"In my world, the root of the power is in the brain," he said. "Yours doesn't seem the same. It might be something else. It is still...genetic, but..." he thought on it. "It is born another way."

[telekineticity]

"It's entirely genetic." Jean spoke calmly, her fingers clasping ahold of the fabric on her pants. "Mutated genes cause these abilities. Not from the brain, no. You're right." She slowly nodded her head, her frown deepening.

"You couldn't hear my thoughts, a moment ago." She stated, as she was sure he would have had some kind of reaction if he had heard. "I wasn't projecting them. I should have." She was dissapointed that they weren't more alike. "It's hard, to have control over them. It will come back." She had to believe that. "Then I can show you."

[eatingurbrainz]

"...Mine are in my brain," Sylar told her. He shook his head. "I can not. I, unfortunately, lack telepathy. Even when I have my powers back," he said. He lifted his hand up and let a few rocks drop and fall. "When your powers is back, I will like to see it." It would help him see how the powers of different worlds operated. But since their were of a different root, there would be nothing he could do with them.