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[dear_carbon]

Flash. BANG.

And somewhere in the ruin of New York, not far from a parkful of triffids, three people appear in varying states of confusion.

Darla was leaning against a wall. Since that wall is now thin air, there's a bit of a flail as she sorts out her balance.

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[leto_reficio]

...SYLAR SUPPOSES YOU'RE GOING TO BLAME HIM FOR THAT, TOO.

"You're asking me to justify it?" he shouts. "You wrote the book on it."

[avengingshanti]

Chandra splutters.

"I'm terribly sorry," he shouts right back. "I must have blinked and missed the part where I wrote 'go out and murder innocent people, and drag me into it too'!"

Yeah, he's not getting over that anytime soon.

[shatter_brought]

Meanwhile, from off to the right...

Gee, those plants sure are interesting, aren't they?

With the moving. And the rattling. And the turning towards you all.

[dear_carbon]

"--uh, shit-- excuse me-- Chandra? G-- Sylar? I really think we have more immediate concerns than this discussion right now." She points, slightly pale, towards the oncoming triffids.

What? She's read some Wyndham.