"Well, well, well," a very deep, very amused voice said from a corner table in the bar, "Look what the cat dragged in." Taking a drik of scotch in his right hand and a flick of the cig in his left the Amberite Price watched Nathan with devil-may-care blue eyes. Sharp blue. Crystal blue.
With a wave of his hand a chair slid out from under the table inviting the older Petrelli to sit if he would wish to. "More than ten years or so according to my watch. Time moves differently here than in any Shadow I have seen." Slowly a little smile started to quirk at the edge of his lips. "Join me for a drink?"
It's warm inside the bar as fall sets in outside. A fire burns in the once dead harth filling those in side with a glowy sort of feeling. But something is different today. A breeze seems to come from nowhere at all, small in size, and follows along a pattern a breeze shouldn't be able to take at all. It has a mind of its own.
A patron passed by Nathan, the sight of a small child moving away caught at the edges of their shadows. The brief sound of a bell so faint people may not notice. But it's there.
A distant memory, a feeling. He was dead, yet brought back to life. He still thinks it was God. Had to be, no other explanation.
He thought he might heard something. Perhaps not, things were complicated for him before, and continue to become so. But he did turn his head, and crossed himself.
A movement of fabric, the sounds of little feet on the floor. Then a feeling of something cold taking his hand. It may not have been so long for her since she had seen him, not as long as it had been for Nathan. He was alive now which was very pleasing to her. Antubis had helped him like he had promised.
If Nathan were to look down, maybe blink once or twice, he may see her. He may not. It all depened upon him now.
There was a touch, a chill at his hand. And he glanced down. Perhaps it was the place, perhaps his brain changed from dying. Perhaps it was lingering effects from the person manipulating him to see Linderman. But there was something there. A figure in shadows. He did in fact blinked.
A girl there, a familiar girl. And then not. And back again.
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"Bleys? ...Been a while." Two brushes with death later for one.
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With a wave of his hand a chair slid out from under the table inviting the older Petrelli to sit if he would wish to. "More than ten years or so according to my watch. Time moves differently here than in any Shadow I have seen." Slowly a little smile started to quirk at the edge of his lips. "Join me for a drink?"
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"Feels like that to me, and sure."
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Rajiv should, in theory, be concerned about this. He did care about people, about not killing them. He just had trouble relating to them fully.
He walked over to the man's table and tapped the top once, lightly. "Mind company?"
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"Mohinder? Sure, when did you show up?"
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"I think you must be mistaken, sir. Have we met?" Beat.
"I am Rajiv."
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"Never mind, I don't want to know. Had my share of mistaken identities already."
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A patron passed by Nathan, the sight of a small child moving away caught at the edges of their shadows. The brief sound of a bell so faint people may not notice. But it's there.
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He thought he might heard something. Perhaps not, things were complicated for him before, and continue to become so. But he did turn his head, and crossed himself.
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If Nathan were to look down, maybe blink once or twice, he may see her. He may not. It all depened upon him now.
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A girl there, a familiar girl. And then not. And back again.
"Hello?"
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