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[gay_ish]

[Sasan is strolling through the city, on his way to the Tower Apartments with his newcomer welcome package for lack of any other place to be. Not to mention it's chilly outside and he'd rather cringe at his living arrangements now to get it over with so he can work on finding a proper place to stay. He figures any housing offered for free has got

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Video sorry sasan :(

[regeneratesalot]

[ looks like sylar

Doesn't sound like him. At all.

SHE WON'T BE FOOLED BY YOUR PLOY SYLAR ]

Looks like you got out early, Sylar. [ ohoho she sees right through you ]

Video - naww you so aren't.

[gay_ish]

[Sasan gives a dainty yelp when a voice comes out of the watch--not just that, a shimmery, projected video of a blonde girl pops up, too--and drops it in surprise. Fortunately, he had already attached the gold chain to a loop on his top so the pocket watch doesn't hit the ground; rather, it just hangs at his front until he very tentatively decides to pick it back up.]

Um.. excuse me, did I stumble onto the set of a science fiction flick?

Video that's extremely accurate trololol

[regeneratesalot]

[ ??????? ]

What?

Video *now has Trololol song stuck in head* :|

[gay_ish]

You know, this prank is kinda lame. This sort of thing is only supposed to happen to Tori. [He stops to think about that, wonders if he somehow got stuck with Tori's bad luck after their fallout in Ottawa, then shrugs it off.] I will admit, though, that the special effects are superb. [He gives the blonde's video picture a poke. Yeah, the magic watch was neat.]

.voice

[batgraduate]

Excuse me, my name is Stephanie. Not 'Very-Expensive-Looking Gentleman's Time Piece That Is Now In My Possession'.

video~

[gay_ish]

[As with the first response that came from his new pocket watch, Sasan utters a short surprised cry. He doesn't drop the watch this time though, which is an improvement! Just fumbles with it and almost drops it.]

Are you... talking to me?

[It suddenly occurs to him that maybe he shouldn't be advertising an expensive pocket watch if people are listening in. He could be setting himself up to be the victim of a horrible mugging!]

Did I say "very expensive?" Look at this, it's totally a piece of junk. [Thanks to his quick thinking, Sasan feels a hint safer than he did before.]

.audiotrolls

[batgraduate]

Sure am!

I wouldn't know, you'd have to show me a mirror.

.videoogres :>

[gay_ish]

Umm.... [What is going on here.] Hi. [How is this working.] Stephanie. [His brain is trying to break but he won't let it.] Is this why I was supposed to talk to the watch? To speak with you?

[He's done talking about the costliness of the watch, hoping to let that subject just fade away.]

action!

[askedtobe]

[ Peter's doing that walking home from work thing, seemingly on a mission to return back home after a long shift. But anything he was thinking about stops just as abruptly as his feet, frozen to the spot as the stares at the man walking in the other direction. ]

Sylar, what're you-- [ He says it before he can stop himself... except Sylar's supposed to be in jail.

Whether or not this is Sylar, Peter isn't taking any chances and he stands waiting, looking none too happy with the other who seemed to be in the process of discovering his NV. One that happens to look a lot like Sylar's. Peter's becoming less hopeful as the moments go by. ]

action!!

[gay_ish]

[For his part, Sasan is still befuddled and a little bit frustrated with the pocket watch that keeps sending him communications. Yes, he had taken initiative and talked to it, but he didn't expect it to talk back. It was trying to be a cellphone but it wasn't one and the video thing that happened shouldn't even be possible.

He looks up when he hears a masculine voice speaking nearby, automatically seeking out its owner. The Persian is pleasantly surprised to see that he has the attention of an attractive young man. Maybe his weird day was turning around.]

Hel~lo, [he greets, coming to an abrupt halt and closing the pocket watch with a snap. A hot guy will get priority over a magical watch any day, especially if he's already looking in Sasan's direction.]

Were you talking to me? [He steps closer.] I don't believe you and I are [His eyes move up and down in a quick study of the other man's form. The look on his face could easily be mistaken for predatory] acquainted.

all the action!!

[askedtobe]

What're you talking about, we- [ Peter wasn't entirely sure what was going on here, but he cut himself off before he could say anything that might have sounded infinitely more strange.

That and because he was pretty sure he was being checked out. Which he was almost more taken aback by then the other's appearance alone; when was the last time he'd even-- no, this was just too weird. Either Sylar was playing some kind of a twisted joke, something that Peter definitely wouldn't put past him, or... this really wasn't Sylar.

The possibility of which made Peter stare twice as hard up at the taller man, staying put as he takes in his appearance and tries to suss out the differences, of which there are very few. ]

You're not Sylar. [ It wasn't even close to being a question, simply a deeply confused statement. ]

infini-action!

[gay_ish]

["We?" They certainly didn't have a "we" but Sasan would not be opposed to forming a "we." It's amazing how quickly an attractive companion could reroute his plans for the day, however haphazard those plans might be.

Since he's not being told off or receiving a completely repelled look from his street companion, Sass is happy to lean even closer. Nice features, nice hair - more points are scored the longer his gaze lingers. Regardless of the open way he is admiring Peter, Sasan looks honestly curious and interested in what he says.]

Sylar? No~o.. I'm Sasan. Sasan Arfur, in town on...some kind of vacation.. Is Sylar someone you're familiar with? [He wonders how familiar, licks his lower lip, then seems to remember it's practically freezing outside and he's wearing a light jacket. His face is probably going slightly red from the chill air by this point and that isn't really attractive unless you happen to have a thing for blushing. Some people could pull it off better than others. For instance, Sasan suspects the man standing before

video.

[highest_trump]

[ laughter, and the redhead on the other end pokes a finger at the screen. ]

Y' get used ter it quick, Mate. Th' talkin ter th' inanimate object fing, anyway.

video.

[gay_ish]

[Woah, hello; another video is popping out of the pocket watch but Sasan manages to neither drop nor fumble the NV this time. Instead, he peers with obvious curiosity at the image of the redhead. He really wants to poke the video and, as he speaks, a finger slowly comes up and pokes at the picture, mimicking the redhead's own action.]

Ooh, that's a lovely accent. Your bowtie's a bit garish, though.

video.

[highest_trump]

[ .... that has to be the first time in history that anyone's called an accent like his 'lovely'. still, it's kind of nice, so he just takes a step back from the nv to offer the other man a rather theatrical bow. ]

I'm in th' circus, Mate. Would yer expect anyfing else? Bright colours an' mad patterns an' lovely ladies an' attractive blokes an' death-defyin' acts.

[ he rises, then, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face with a good-humoured, somewhat dramatic sigh. ]

Ravver, 'at's where I'm usually from. Still gettin' me feet unner me 'ere, if yer know what I mean.

video.

[gay_ish]

That's funny; here I was going to say you look like you belong in a circus.

[The hair and the clothes and the makeup were quite telling. Not that Sasan met many circus folk, but this certainly didn't look like normal.]

I wouldn't mind seeing more of those attractive "blokes" you mentioned. [Preferably without the circus getups.] Soo, you just happened to find yourself in Canada today like I have?

[video] 1/3

[fixesclocks]

[ Just quiet... Staring... For about thirteen seconds, then the video clicks off. ]

[reaction] 2/3

[fixesclocks]

[ That's when he loses it. Maybe it's a little intentional, but he whirls on the bars, bashes his hands into them enough to bruise his wrists, claws at his throat again in an effort to get the voiding collar off--again to no avail. He yells for someone to let him out of his cage, and closes his hands around it, trying to melt the metal. All it does is make his head ache.

He knows better. Huffing, furious, he backs away from the bars. There's someone out there with his face, walking around as free as a bird while he's stuck in here unable to do anything about it.

Waiting hasn't worked so far, he needs to change the routine; shake it up.

So when the guard comes to quiet him down he attacks him. It's the first act of violence Gabriel's ever shown, but there is a man out there wearing his face, and it serves its purpose. Of course, powerless he simply gets pushed facefirst into a wall for his effort. And solitary confinement. ]

[video] 3/3

[fixesclocks]

[ Now in the dark, and looking slightly manic, a cut on his lip from his meeting with the wall, Sylar reappears. Fortunately he'd managed to conceal the stolen NV all the way to solitary.

He bares his teeth. ]

You have something of mine.

[Video!]

[gay_ish]

[Sasan thinks that the magic watch is flipping out on him when it flickers up with an image that looks remarkably like his own face. Just when he's really staring intently to get a good look, though, the picture vanishes and he is unable to figure out how to get it back. Oh well. He continues on his way, occasionally responding when the watch surprises him with another voice or image.

Nothing startles him quite as much as the video that's too dark to really make out. He catches sight of wild eyes and a flash of teeth before actually realizing it's the man from the earlier video. The one who resembles him. Sasan recognizes a threat when he hears one--he's from Hollywood, after all--and tries to look unaffected in response. Some guy over a video watch-phonecall couldn't hurt him. Right? Nothing to worry about..]

Who.. are you?