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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[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?"

[uppermanhattan]

"You are perceptive." First River, and now this Sylar; the humans in this place are surprisingly quick-witted. "I am not human. My abilities are greater than a human's. That should be enough information."

He raises his hand and sets the cherub back on the pedestal where it belongs, never moving to touch it. "You still have not told me what you are capable of."

[powerhunger]

Sylar doesn't think Dr. Manhattan will do anything to him, so he decides to postpone revealing his powers quite yet. "Tell me, if you can perceive all time as one moment, do you see me showing you the powers later, and so you do you already know what I can do?"

[uppermanhattan]

Generally, he loses his audience entirely when trying to explain this. "I know what you can do, but I haven't discovered it yet. The past and the future are the same as the present to me. I am aware I will discover what you are capable of."

[powerhunger]

Sylar shrugs. "Well, you're not lying, so let's get to it." He pauses. "You've seen my electric manipulation and telekinesis, and that turning objects into gold power. I can also tell when anybody is lying. It's like a hear a high pitched bell...squealing their guilt."

[uppermanhattan]

"An impressive selection," Jon notes. "How did you acquire these abilities? They are variable enough that they must have come from more than one source."

[powerhunger]

"I had an original ability," Sylar says, without skipping a beat. "I used to be a watchmaker..." Sylar looks over at the garden full of flowers. "...a long time ago. One day I discovered I could understand the intricacies of the clocks and watches I worked with, and could fix any any clock or watch under the sun. And soon after, I discovered I could understand other people with different abilities by studying them, and then learn that power."

[uppermanhattan]

This does explain the normality of his structure and his ability to manipulate the energies he does. "You must be what Darkholme referred to as a 'mutant.' What methods of study did you employ to learn these powers? Simple observation?"

[powerhunger]

"You didn't let me finish," Sylar says. "Do you have an object handy? Any object?"

[uppermanhattan]

It takes only a moment of effort before he teleports an object in from the lobby of the hotel to his hand. He holds it out to Sylar-- it's a simple ashtray, recently emptied and not entirely clean. "Will this do?"

[powerhunger]

Sylar takes the ashtray and feels his hands around it. He can smell it, of course, but as he rubs it, images flash by in his mind. He speaks aloud to Dr. Manhattan as he sees them, a smile coming to his face. He gives one chuckles. "This ashtray is from the hotel, I see it...being placed in various places around the room...in the freezer? It was in there for awhile...a lot of joints, a few cigarettes, they cleaned it out twice..."

Sylar blinked. "That's it. My guess is that's when the tenant first showed up. Maybe the island created it. Supposedly there's a key with name on it on the front desk. I guess the island creates things as its inhabitants need."

[uppermanhattan]

"You can understand the history of a given object?" The explanation is easier to follow. "It seems that this place is somehow capable of generating fully-formed manmade objects. It is highly irregular." He tilts his head. "How did you learn this one?"

[powerhunger]

He smiled. "I'm not done." He takes a few steps back from Dr. Manhattan and plants both his feet on the ground. "I doubt this will really affect you, but I just thought I should warn you."

[uppermanhattan]

Jon merely tilts his head and, seeing Sylar change his stance, steps back slightly with a nod. "Continue."

[powerhunger]

Sylar clenches his fists by his side and belts out a massive scream that rocks out a series of shock waves powerful enough to knock a man off his feet, accompanied by a bellowing wail that pounded mercilessly on the ear drums of any who were near, except for Sylar and Jon.

[uppermanhattan]

The sound is secondary to the physical effects of the scream; it is these that Jon watches the most closely, their ripple outwards strangely soothing for all the noise. "Impressive. Have you had much use for that?"