i knew all along that i was right at the start

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Nara can feel...something. She's not sure what, yet, but she knows they need to find Sam's body. It's not as though that's a new idea, but with all of the high tech options that are being thrown around Rodney's lab, she thinks they're overlooking something very simple

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"Should I ask the same of you?" says the deep, somewhat amused voice on the other end. "My name is Sylar."

He can stand not to be quite so careful now.

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Nara glances back into the lab before she lets the doors slide shut behind her. "Hello, Mr Sylar. My name is Nara, and you have my husband's phone. I hope you have his body, too?"

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"Your husband?"

There's a long silence. He hadn't been expecting that one.

"Well, Nara, I don't generally go pickpocketing the dead. Then again, I don't steal corpses terribly often, either. What do you think?" Because clearly, she should know.

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Nara is often unexpected. In the silence between his responses, she moves out towards the nearest balcony (they're never hard to find). The ocean of blood hasn't got any less unsettling.

"He isn't a corpse any more."

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"No, he certainly isn't." He sounds very amused now, almost laughing. "So what's it like, being married to God?"

[veryverysorry]

"He understands a great deal more than mortal men." Nara never sounds dry. It doesn't mean she isn't, it just means she never sounds that way. "I need to be with him before anyone proceeds further with restoration." It's worth noting that there is no pleading thread in her voice. "He's--very angry."

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"Oh, I don't doubt that. Being dead is never all that fun, and I imagine being shot in the head is even less so."

There's another pause as he seems to be deciding something. "Now, Nara, just how do I know you're telling me the truth?"

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"Nothing is ever truly destroyed," she observes, quietly. "It is merely changed. Sometimes changes are made that should not be -- I don't want him to do anything he'll regret, out of anger. Please tell me where he is."

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There are a lot of long pauses in this conversation. He's not one to give people what they want, but this- well, the backlash of God's wrath isn't something he's too keen on getting hit with, either.

Still, he wanted it to be him that fixed this whole thing.

"He's with me. New York." Yes, because that's enough information to go by.

[veryverysorry]

Nara needs more direction when she's out of her element and dealing with the multiverse -- but even a little can be "more", can be enough.

"You will know me." She doesn't go so far as to put on the Boomy Voice, but there's something, undistorted by phone lines and multiversal distance.

After a moment, she says, with no small amount of gratitude herself, "What you do here is not going to be forgotten."

She ends the call and closes the pinpoint, breathing out and focusing, careful.

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Sylar lets a breath out in what turns out to be a disbelieving "Heh." Apparently, that was enough to find him by.

Well, that's fine. He'll just wait in his motel room for a bit, then, with the half-alive body.

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Nara returns to the lab, offering Rodney his pinpoint wordlessly.

He takes it, looking at her and waving off Kavanaugh. "Any luck?"

"He's in a New York. I'm going." ...without a pinpoint, apparently.

"New York?" He's relieved for about...a second. Because. New York. "Alone?"

Quick headshake. "A man named Sylar is there -- I spoke to him."

"Is he all right?" An odd question, or maybe not. Considering the topic.

"He's angry." She leans up on tiptoe, kissing the corner of Rodney's mouth. "I'll be back." And then she's gone.

...only to find herself in New York. It only takes a moment to get her bearings and move swiftly through the city to her destination. Someone else might worry about trying to explain the goddess walking briskly through NYC, but there are other things on her mind right about now.

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Sylar takes turns staring out the window and staring at Sam while he waits for this- person? Goddess?- to find him.

He tries to listen for her, but he somewhat doubts she'll be speaking much as she makes her way to him. Besides, considering that he doesn't know which direction she'll be coming from? That's a lot of New York City to listen through.

[veryverysorry]

Nara is usually...careful. Discreet. At the very least, she has better manners. Sometimes, though, the situation calls for something else -- or just distracts her to the point she forgets all of that.

Which is why the lock clicks and the door opens without much in the way of warning.

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The sound of the lock sliding in the door startles him. Sylar straightens up and raises an eyebrow, and the large gun that was set on the desk flies to his hand. He almost feels sheepish about that afterwards- like he needs it now that he's got his abilities back. Still, he clicks the safety off and lets it hang in his right hand.

[veryverysorry]

Nara moves swiftly into the room, holding her skirts off the ground in a delicately out of fashion sort of way. Behind her, the door slides shut without a sound.

"Mr Sylar," she says, looking at Sam and not the man with the gun.