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[leto_reficio]

There may be plenty of things to complain about, but all in all Sylar has come out of this situation on top.

Not so long ago he was a ghost, barely conscious, barely even tangible, haunting a stinking alley in a decimated city. The decimated city part hasn't changed, and he's now occupying the body of a young woman who can shoot fireworks of all

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[bad_wish]

Hey, less of the 'innocent' there, please. You think she's sliding out of the wall of this store with her arms full of cans and packages out of the goodness and general charitable nature of her heart?

You could really only claim that she was being charitable to her own stomach. But everyone's gotta live somehow, right?

[leto_reficio]

She's picked an excellent place to slip out without being spotted. No-one comes back here behind the stores on any kind of regular basis, and the curve of the alley is such that no-one here can be seen from the street.

Sucks to be her, then.

"Evening."

Sylar brought a knife (in the pocket of the long canary-yellow coat, his fingers curled around the handle) and a hammer and chisel (similarly secreted, though not held). What did this girl bring?

[bad_wish]

...Chicken soup and baked bean cans.

Alison* freezes, eyes fixed on the strange young woman lurking there with her hands in her pockets. She's sure there must be some situation that it would be more incriminating to be caught in, but she'd have to think long and hard to come up with one.

"...Evening?"

*No, this narration is not stealing another character's journal to roleplay a redshirt. How dare you even suspect us of this. Oh the insult. Oh the humanity.

[leto_reficio]

Sylar seems to have forgotten that in this body he's not actually intimidating, but never mind. We're sure anyone could be intimidating with a fifteen-inch serrated breadknife.

And he may not have the same face, but he can pull off the same laser-focused, fascinated, interrogative stare.

"I hope you paid for those," he says levelly, already moving forwards, wasting no time. This is going to have to be like Brian Davis' murder -- the first, horribly intimate murder, like every new one will be until he finds another telekinetic or something analogous -- and he wants it to be quick.