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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

...yeah, it just occurred to Stephen that he counts as a flier. You know, seeing as he owns an antigravitational device and is reaching the final leg of jet construction.

Go team him?

Anyway, he's now having a look around for Nathan Petrelli (the real one, please and thanks), for whom he also has some news on the making-holes-in-reality front. Not terribly exciting news, but a plan, at least. (He's also keeping an eye out for Thrust, for the purposes of getting blueprints. Yes, he's building a fighter jet and a kind of cross-reality teleport and a bit of alien robot tech in the same lifetime. It's possible that he's overbooked himself.) Plus: he's totally botherable by anyone with a hankering to chat.

Catch him anywhere, twirling a well-used spanner between his fingers and humming to himself as he walks.

[ooc: slowtimes will be the order of the day, I am afraid.]

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[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Boo.

In the way of YOU HAVE BEEN STEALTHILY HUGGED FROM BEHIND BY A MAD SASQUATCH.

:D?

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

:D! EEE MAD SASQUATCH CUDDLES.

Steve is Terribly Startled. So startled, in fact, that Gabriel gets an upside-down grin which is mere inches away from laughter. "Aaah, you got me."

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Nuzzlenuzzle.

"Yes," agrees Gabriel happily. "Yes I did."

It's a wonder they ever get any work done, really.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Correction: that Steve gets any work done. Gabriel's purpose in life seems to be to provide an adorable distraction from said work.

In any case. BWAH. Upside-down smooches.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

:D! His favourite icon!

Gabriel totally helps with the work!

Sometimes.

A little.

>.>



At the moment, admittedly, upside-down smooches seem to be taking priority.

(Gabriel wonders, vaguely, when hiding this from everyone stopped being important.)

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

(...Stephen was wondering the same thing.)

"Gabe, you liar, you had me believing you were shy about this."

He seems to find this very funny.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

"I can't help it," he mumbles, blushing furiously and snugging his arms around Steve's waist.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Said snugging does not prevent Steve from turning about and delivering right-way-around kisses to complement the first batch.

"This," kiss, "is verging," kiss, "on exhibitionism." Kiss kiss.

[clockwork-son.livejournal.com]

Pff. Well, now (with some effort) Gabe will just have to lift him up into the air so their faces are on a level.

"You," kiss, "are too cute," kiss, "for me to care."

Snuggle. Kiss.

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

There's a very familiar-faced man sitting near-motionless on the porch of the Cooper household.

Things to note: white shirt. White pants. No shoes.

No colour.

Too old to be Gabriel, but... not quite Sylar, either. At least not the one Steve has met. No, this particular specimen of the Gabriel Gray multitude is new.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

...all right, so this situation requires a degree of wariness.

Or several such degrees.

An entire pie chart of the things, in point of fact.

Stephen glances around, and then tells himself firmly that there is no evidence that this Gabriel is another overpowered sociopath. Thus, there is a careful: "Hello?"

The swinging of the spanner has ceased.

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

Gray raises his eyebrows.

"Hello."

No 'do I know you?', because he doesn't.

And he's not going to comment on the wariness. Not until Steve does, at least.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve clears his throat. 'So have you ever killed anyone?' just doesn't seem to be a great conversation-starter.

"I guess you're new here?"

...oh god, and he just got the irony of the name.

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

"Somewhat."

The shrug is small, reserved. Hardly anything like Gabriel, and well removed from Sylar's arrogance, for that matter.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Surely, if Sylar was going to disguise himself, he'd do a bit more than making himself look calmer and colourless. Not that Steve doesn't consider double-bluffs, but then the question arises: why, and for what reason?

Gray gets the benefit of the doubt. You know. Until further notice.

"Flash and bang?"

[letyousaveme.livejournal.com]

"Precisely."

For obvious reasons, he's reluctant to introduce himself.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Um," says Steve, who speaks fluent Awkward.

"You might want to know... there are doubles of you about. Although they're all in glorious Technicolour, so you might not have the same problems with being confused with them."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Lalala, carryin' a box...

Doodeedoo, noddin' to some guy...

Dumdeedum, continuin' on t-

ZOMG SPANNER?????

That's pretty much Sokka's thought process, nearly falling over in surprise (and in reaction to gravity, as his boot caught on a rock) and with his eyes on Stephen's hands.

"Hey!"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Yes. Spanner.

Which is now being glanced at, in case it has mutated into something surprising enough to warrant such a reaction. It doesn't appear to have done such a thing.

"Hello?" Stephen says, blinking at Sokka and smiling in a quizzical kind of way.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have to mutate - it's a spanner.

"Where'd you get that?" Sokka asks, at least managing to walk over calmly, rather than flail. "Are there tools here?"

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Don't know if there are any around the farm," says Steve. "I found this in an abandoned military base." Oh, and Gabriel has a lot of teeny-tiny ones, but somehow Steve doubts that he wants everyone on the farm asking to use them.

"A long way over that-a-ways somewhere."

Point, in the direction that Smallville is not. No, there's nothing visible on the horizon. That's because they had to fly to get there.

"There's a lot of scrap metal as well."

Less, now. The jet is taking shape.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there's-- nothing on that horizon. And Sokka has yet to really establish a car as His and upkeep it well enough to rely on it.

And it's far and Mel and Steph would bitch a lot if he went all that way for tools.

Even if they're tools not held together by duct-tape and glue and are VRY IMPRTNT.

"...how'd you get there?" he asks after a moment.

And, after another moment, remembering to look over at Steve while he talks, not the horizon-possibly-tools.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

"Flew," says Steve.

See, he has a jetpack.

Also (nearly) a jet.

(No, the jet cannot be mentioned often enough.)

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

See, if he said any of these things outloud, Sokka would be a lot more interested. Also, impressed.

As it is, he's frowning a little, assuming that Steve is yet another meta.

"...okay, well, since I'm a totally regular human," Sokka begins, setting his box down on the ground, "I guess I should just stick to finding stuff around the farm."

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

...oh, yeah, right. He can see how that would've been taken the wrong way.

"Oh, I'm just a human too," he explains. "Only I have a jetpack. But I have a bunch of tools you can use, if you want. Misappropriated from various places." Grin.