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shatterverse2008-01-23 04:10 pm
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There's a flash and a bang and a very confused man with ridiculous hair appears, hovering a few feet above the rubble of a destroyed parking lot.
Hey, when you can cast illusions, you don't need a comb.
"...The hell?" Sylar starts to say, and before he's quite done with the sentence it's President Nathan Petrelli who's making the quizzical exclamation to empty air, settling gently to the ground.
You can never be too careful.
Hey, when you can cast illusions, you don't need a comb.
"...The hell?" Sylar starts to say, and before he's quite done with the sentence it's President Nathan Petrelli who's making the quizzical exclamation to empty air, settling gently to the ground.
You can never be too careful.
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An eternity of it, to be exact.
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"No," He eventually decides. "I don't think I do."
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Hands clasped behind his back, head slightly tilted, eyebrows raised, smile just this side of flirtatiously smirky.
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It's amazing how well he can ride the line between open mockery and an inclusive, kindly-meant jest.
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(He may, once again, be being deliberately aggravating.)
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"Cute," he says instead, and it's easier to fake geniality when all he has to control is his voice.
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Sylar is happy to let him leave. For now.
He gets the feeling there will be other opportunities with this one.
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