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[hardlydangerous]

Sylar is pensive.

He's also hanging around a Metropolis rooftop. Yes, that one.

At some point he has managed to procure a perrfectly serviceable black trenchcoat which prompts more nostalgia than he will ever admit, and now he's indulging in a good lurk.

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[transbender]

Long, thin tentacles, five of them, clamber up the side of the building, getting a good grip on the inside of the ledge, followed quickly by five more. They begin quivering, and not long after, a head rises up above the edge, and the rest of the body as well, the tentacles turning back into Thomas' fingers. He too is dressed in black, with the fun black trenchcoat. His coat, however, is currently loaded down with some things that aren't exactly his.

Standing and stretching, Thomas pauses, his eyes locked on Sylar. "Oh. Uh. Didn't know anyone was up here."

[hardlydangerous]

The smile Sylar gives him is not particularly friendly.

"I can imagine not," he comments.

You know. What with the lurking and all.

[transbender]

Thomas shrugs absently, adopting his usual slouch. His hands slip into his pockets, self conciously. It should be noted, seeing as Sylar generally knows how things work, that Thomas no longer has any sort of inside structure at all. Every piece of him functions as his organs, somehow. Lots of little tiny molecules that all join together.

"Was just looking for someplace out of the way."

[hardlydangerous]

"I can appreciate that."

Smirk? What smirk? You see no smirk here. Ignore the smirk behind the curtain.

[transbender]

Thomas lets a bit of a smirk drift onto his own face. Well, he wasn't expecting the company, but better then being alone. "Uh, are there stairs down? I didn't actually think to look inside."

[hardlydangerous]

"There may be."

[transbender]

A slight grin. "You didn't use them either? That's cool." He offers his hand, not even bothering to get any closer, just stretching it to the right position. "Thomas."

[hardlydangerous]

"I have other ways to travel."

If he gives the hand a doubtful look before shaking, it's a well-concealed one.

"Sylar."

[transbender]

"Are you a power, then?" He doesn't like the term super, and no one gets when he uses Ace.

[hardlydangerous]

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

[transbender]

"Ah, from one of those worlds where people hide it, huh?" Thomas slides into a seat on the edge of the building, gazing off into space. "It's so odd, hearing about all these other worlds."

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He lifts a hand and lets fire flicker demonstratively at his fingertips.

"'Power' is correct as far as it goes."

And let nobody think Sylar is reluctant to be a bloody showoff.

[transbender]

"Ah, a fire starter. Fun times. Seen a couple of them." Aces are a pretty common thing in New York. "Your set do the spandex thing too?"

[hardlydangerous]

His mouth quirks in a tiny smile.

"No. No, we do not... 'do the spandex thing'."

[transbender]

"I always found a good trenchcoat works so much better. Plus, no unsightly bulges." Although, technically, Thomas is all unsightly bulge. "And anything is better then a flying VW."

[hardlydangerous]

Any comments Sylar has about Thomas and unsightly bulges are kept entirely internal.

"Trenchcoats are useful, yes."

And they suit his vanity.