Charlie; Meet the Farm

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Oh, jeez that ground is rushing toward them fast. Charlie lands awkwardly, even if her ride sets down relatively easy, and lets do only to end up on her behind again. She'll stay that way for a couple minutes too, trying to take in the scene before her.

Norman Rockwell meets Dali. Sorta.

One 5'9" teenager, armed with a backpack, and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, available to be flailed at.

Oh, and Sylar too.

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[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

One 6'2" thirty-year-old former President, blessing the past five years for giving him the patience to endure this kid until she finally coughs up whatever her last power is.

No sign of this shows on his face as he solicitously asks, "Want me to get you anything from the house? I hear they have fruit."

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Patience is a virtue, Sylar. The narration thinks it would be really funny if Charlie spent the next five years not using her primary ability.

"Might be a good idea to introduce ourselves first. So no one gets shot."

She's had experience with that.

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"They don't do much shooting around here, unless the place has changed a lot in the past week. I'm not terribly welcome, but I cn take care of myself."

Yes, even if he gets shot. Thank you, Claire Bennet.

"If you see someone who looks like he could be me minus a decade or so, that's one of the Gabriels. There are two. I told you this place had to be seen to be believed."

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"I'll bet you can," she mutters. It's not that he looks particularly dangerous, actually. Almost the opposite in fact. Charlie has had a lot of experience reading people, and the fact that she can't read Sylar completely makes her very nervous.

"Thank you. I don't forget those who've helped."

And with that she climbs to her feet, body posture tense for the next confrontation. This place reminds her of the Manders farm.

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"You're quite welcome."

Excuse him, he just heard a very familiar voice not too far away. Is this place going to confront him with everyone he's ever killed?

"I'll see you around, I'm sure."

But at the moment he has to get gone. Places to go, people to avoid. With a cheerful nod and the hope that she won't believe the terrible things she will inevitably hear about him, he takes to the air.

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"Probably."

Charlie stands back, watching the sky until she can't see him anymore, then turns her attention back to the place she's found herself in. It can't be a coincidence that once again, a farm is playing a dominant role in the phases of her life.

"Hello?"

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

There is a New Human.

This requires investigation.

From a distance. So it's mostly sniffing investigation.

"pika..."

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Okay...

That's definitely not a normal animal by any stretch of the imagination.

(Charlie has an extremely good one, too.)

"... Hi ..."

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

No nets, not attacking. SO FAR SO GOOD!

"Pikapi..." It ambles a bit closer. "Pika?"

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

No attacking on this end!

Not unless she thinks the creature will harm her.

What? "Pika?"

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

"Pikachu pi pikapika?" It looks at her expectantly. Silly human, don't you know Etiquette?

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Obviously not. She was partially raised by secret agents, please excuse her.

"... I have no idea what you're saying."

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Oh well.

It points at itself with one paw. "Pikachu."

It points at her with the same paw. "Pikapika?"

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Aha! A sign of intelligence.

Which would be worrisome under any other circumstances.

Oh.

"Charlie."

Name, rank and serial number, baby.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

"Pikapi," it replies, nodding. "Pi pi pi, chupika pika?" It points from her to the farmgrounds. This... probably translates to something like "Are you new here?" although it could possibly also be "Would you mind if we buried you alive?"

Such is a hazard in speaking with a small yellow creature.

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Well, the answer to the first one would be, "I'm new here," and is actually responded to by accident. But if he was asking about the second one, Charlie's reaction would, hypothetically, be backing right out of the yard and running.

Small, yellow sadists are not cool, man.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

It nods with satisfaction. Possibly not a sadist.

Well, she is new and it is less new. That means that it is now a Senior Member here, and she is its Junior. Time to be helpful and authoritative!

"Pikapikachu," it informs her, hopping toward the barn. It pauses to look back and motion for her to follow. Just to make sure; this human is A Little Slow, after all.

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Hopefully not a sadist. The jury is still out on that one. Also, the narration starts wondering how a pikachu would handle being set on fire for blatant sarcasm.

It should be noted that she is following after the small, yellow thing now.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

Fire attacks are not supereffective against Electric types. However, they hurt, and it would not appreciate that. Especially because it is taking time out from Important Things such as wandering around and chewing on grass and occasionally rolling in wildflowers to help her out!

There is a barn house. And a door. It motions helpfully toward the door. Humans use these things, so she presumably knows what to do with it. Right?

"Pikapi."

[The management would like to apologize for confusion between "barn" and "house." The management swears it does, in fact, know English.]

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie does, in fact, appreciate the help. As little as it is, because of language barriers and helpful things getting lost in translation.

Which leaves the teenager to stare at, and study, the house in front of her. Presumably, there might be people inside who can help, or at least point her in the direction of a motel. Or, there could be giant mutant cannibals just waiting to rend her limb from limb.

Perhaps she has watched way too much post-apocalyptic Hollywood movies.

"Thank you," Charlie offers, and heads up to knock on the front door.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

"Pikachu," it replies, smiling. As much as a yellow creature can smile, anyway.

And it hops off to go back to its Busy Day. Though it takes enough time to turn back and wave at her.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

There is someone else who can fly very fast, (cuz Sylar's a murderous copycat) and he was returning to the farm. Circling around to come in for a landing.

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Sylar is already long gone by the time Nathan pulls his vulture act, but that only means Charlie is pressed back against the front door, watching her second flying dude of the day.

It's like a damn club.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Hey he would point he's the original "Flying Man", trademark pending, courtesy of Nakamura Industries...

He then descended smoothly back on the ground, glancing around.

"Afternoon," civil nod of greeting.

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Charlie steps away from the door, arms crossed over her chest.

"You live here? No one's answering my knocks."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan shook his head, "Actually a lot of people around here got rooms in the bunker underneath. Think somebody lives here, but it's mostly used for the kitchen and bathroom. Should be unlocked."

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen anyone but the guy who brought me here. And this yellow ... creature."

She descends the rest of the way down the steps.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Yellow creature? I haven't seen anything like that around here. And who brought you here?"

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"He flew like you did. Said his name was Sylar."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's eyes narrowed at that. ...Well that definitely explains that conversation.

"Only because he must have stolen it somehow. He's a murderer. He's from my world. Tried to kill my brother once." Well, did, but he got better.

"He's supposed to be dead now."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"The only way to fly?" Thomas peers at the new arrivals. He's hoping, again, that powers mean aces, but probably not. "Er, hi."