Fiery Entrance

[powerhunger]

Flames incinerate to ashes all that is left of the body.  The tongues of fire swallow the thing alive, melting a single glass shard embedded in the skull.

The fire consumes all it touches, but it can't feed forever.  The flame runs out of fuel and burns itself to nothingness, leaving nothing but a large pile of ash, not amidst burned concrete and

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[shockjockey]

The familiar sound of crackling energy is enough to bring the hotel's resident misanthropic electrokinetic out of the wiring system where she's been living and out into the open. Livewire arrives in the garden in an aura of electricity, manifesting not far from the doomed cherub's wrecking site.

"Huh," she quips, eyeing the stone dust raining down. "Nice shooting, baby."

[powerhunger]

Sylar cocks his head to one side, intrigued by the arrival of this girl, this chick who, a second ago, had been sparkling some kind of aura of electricity. His eyes narrow and he wonders how much she saw exactly, when she arrived, how long she has been standing there.

That crackling aura, that must mean she had some kind of ability. But the hunger that was usually there whenever Sylar was in the presence of someone with an ability is distinctly lacking here; whatever this chick has, it isn't an ability...exactly.

"Ability schmability," Sylar whispers to himself, glancing at the ground. "It looks delicious." He looks up, puts on a friendly face, and grins at the girl, deciding to test her. If she was just a normal person after all, she already knew too much anyway. "Oh, that's nothing. You should see what I can do to a human head."

[shockjockey]

"Yeah? Tough guy, hmm?" Livewire's not used to being outdone, especially by a man-- even her previous life was based on besting everyone who came her way. A familiar smirk settles on her face, and her hands, resting on her hips, start to glow with blue electricity. "Ever tried throwing 200,000 volts through someone?"

[powerhunger]

Sylar actually laughs, but he steps back with his right foot and jerks his right hand open into a claw which cradles a crackling globe of impossibly fast blue sparks. "You'd be surprised."

[explosionorsoup]

River was out for a walk when she noticed the commotion. She approaches warily, picking up some degree of the danger involved, even at a distance. She stops a short distance away, looking between Sylar and what used to be the statue, frowning softly.

[powerhunger]

Sylar is about to find a way out of the garden when he hears some shuffling feet behind him. He turns around slowly, eyeing the young girl before him. She doesn't seem too dangerous, but Sylar knows more than anybody how appearances can be deceiving.

He feels no particular hunger for any kind of ability, so it seems safe to assume she's a normal girl, even if she does have bit of a knowing, vacant stare that gives Sylar the tiniest chill. If she had seen what he had done....

He walks right toward her, nodding in recognition as he comes closer, giving a pleasant, "Nice day today, isn't it?"

[explosionorsoup]

She looks at him, tilting her head a bit. "That depends on what criteria you use. The weather's always nice here, but the days aren't."

[powerhunger]

He looks down at her, slightly bemused. "Kind of morbid answer for a kid. Where's your mommy?"

[uppermanhattan]

Since he arrived, Jon has pondered the means by which the hotel residents find themselves on the island. He is wholly aware that few others will arrive by miscalculated teleportation as he did; the genesis of a living human body out of ashes is a fascinating phenomenon.

He doesn't disturb Sylar until after he's conducted his experiment. Once the cherub's demolished, he steps onto the grass behind him, barefoot, unashamedly naked, and glowing a little even in the sunlight. "Impressive," he notes. "Are these skills of yours innate or externally acquired?"

[powerhunger]

Sylar keeps his composure despite being unsettled at having some unspeaking observer this whole time. He turns around, and his eyebrows raise just a nudge, while he tries hard not to smirk. A glowing, naked blue man walking towards him after he's resurrected from the ashes of Primatech to find himself in the midst of a beautiful garden?

"Nice try, Arthur," Sylar says. He faces the blue man. "I guess I didn't actually kill you, did I? Nice illusion you've set up here, but what kind of fool do you think I am?"

[uppermanhattan]

The measure of amused disbelief at this man's assumption actually makes Jon tilt his head slightly, high emoting for someone as stoic as he is. "There has been a misunderstanding. I can assure you, this place is physically sound although temporally anomalous. My name is not Arthur."

[powerhunger]

Nothing. Sylar's little liar-liar cue didn't go off, so whoever he was the blue man was telling the truth. Every single word of it. There were potential loopholes within the answer the blue man had given, but Sylar can eliminate those loopholes with just a couple of questions. So he does. "Are we in some elaborate deception created by Arthur Petrelli? Who are you?"

[ds_mystique]

Here comes another blue person - Sylar has met two, but three's a charm, isn't it?

Mystique is crouching at the top of the stairs.

Observing.

[powerhunger]

Sylar is about to walk up the stairs, when he sees a blue figure, crouched at the top, intently observing him. Ready as always, Sylar walks up the stairs one at a time, sowly, one hand in front of him ready to jerk the potential enemy away, one behind him ready to gather up electricity in a millisecond.

"Hello there," he says to the stranger, a weird, blue, presumably naked woman, covered in strange scintillating scale with hair red as a dark flame.

[ds_mystique]

Indeed, she is all that, and possibly more. She skitters out of the way, hopping on a railing, still observing.

"Hello," she replies, cocking her head to the side curiously. A mutant. She can smell it. She hasn't met any yet, save that kid who could move things telekenetically, and she's not even sure he's one... though the hair was weird.

This icon. It is made of win.

[powerhunger]

Sylar almost lets a smile slip through, but he doesn't let his guard down for a second. She seems to be eyeing him, as if he were her next snack. Sylar had been eyed by predators before, but there's something different in this woman's eyes.

He stands up straight, dropping both his hands to his sides, making a decision. The time for being careful and cautious is over; clearly this place didn't abide by any regular rules, so there was no particular reason that he couldn't...have fun.

"Pardon my forwardness," Sylar said, taking one more step up. "But I'm really dying to know. What's with the scales?"

[misssweetcorn]

Well, someone with superhearing can hardly be expected to disregard that crash. Supergirl, who has been on guard more than usual, since Dick's gotten hurt, heads down towards the gardens and touches down lightly in front of Sylar, raising an eyebrow.

"Having fun with that?"

[powerhunger]

If there's one thing Sylar wasn't expecting, it was a costumed woman to drop down right in front of him as if this happened every single day. Obviously this was some kind of place where people weren't afraid to conceal their powers, and because of that, he couldn't assume he was the most powerful guy in town anymore. He takes a couple steps back, gives Supergirl a once over with hie eyes, and nodds tersely. "Who are you?"

[misssweetcorn]

"Supergirl." She gives him a polite smile. "I'm guessing you're new here?" Oh, it's a fair bet he's probably not the most powerful guy in town, here. Unless he somehow gets ahold of Clark or Kara.

[powerhunger]

Sylar gives back his own polite smile. "You could say that. Do you have any idea where we are?"