[It's no accident that this arena match is being broadcast. Helen has handed over her Forge so that no one would miss this match.]

[You're welcome.]

[One would think that she'd learn to be a little more careful with her possessions though, considering that their mountain of an opponent wields a large blade bearing a symbol that's familiar to some ( Read more... )

Shit.

[And a pause.]

Pretty sure I haven't done anything to warrant blacking out and waking up with a pumpkin mark on me or whatever. It's not like I can really do anything fun like that.

What the hell. Long shot, but do any of you know what happened?

Group one, forward!

[ you take a step forward, along with the others in your group. you take a deep breath, nervous. almost shaking with it, and the desire to prove yourself. your voice is nearly lost in those of your classmates: ] Yes, sir!

Way of destruction practice, begin!

[ stretching your hand forward, palm facing outward, you begin-- ] ( Read more... )

[Sylar is sitting in a tiny shop. It's filled with clocks. But instead of how he's normally dressed, he's wearing a sweater vest, and glasses. It's kind of a Clark Kent sort of look. He's trying to focus on what he's doing, which is fixing a watch, but it's hard to concentrate. Mostly because a blonde girl, Elle, is leaning over his shoulder, ( Read more... )

[It starts off with a view of the sky. Then there is a curious, sniffing noise, close to the microphone within the Forge. Silvery blond hair trails down, then out of the way as a silvery eye stares at the screen. The owner of the eye blinks, and pulls back. There's little to see of the facial features though; her face is covered by her hair, ( Read more... )

[Video]

[William's room is extremely minimalist, plain bedsheets, plain curtains, plain walls. However, that is not what the Forge is trained on. Instead, it is looking at William, who is currently lying on the floor, head turned to the side to stare at the device with strangely unfocused eyes. When he speaks, it is with even more of a monotone ( Read more... )

It has been one year.

[Isley is returned from the ruins, sitting comfortably at a stately desk in his bedroom quarters. Behind him is a backdrop of neutral tones. A grey-brown wall, a gilded black bedroom suite, tall white windows with drawn back charcoal curtains that permit the entrance of light, a heavy chandelier, bits and pieces of mounted ( Read more... )

[Poor thing. She's hiding in an alleyway, behind rusted material, to try and avoid anyone seeing her simply eat. How she eats, to be more precise ( Read more... )

[HEY it's a Rigaldo. look, he's not covered in blood this time, either.]

[or is he???]

[no he isn't]

I've forgotten what it's like to suffer through this warm weather. Winter should arrive soon, and spare us from any more wild animals in the ruins.

( private to Isley )

[Familiar, haunting silver eyes peer at the Forge; a slight frown accompanies them. Yet another warrior has stumbled into the midst of Anatole.

Short, messy pale hair. Pointed ears.

Yet most unusual is the slight tinge of pink across her cheeks.] What? [mumble]

This thing- [Almost instantly her words cut short, as if she's analyzing the ( Read more... )