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The Bunny pokes him again. It's fun to prod people. "Hey, nerd boy, what the fisk you doin'?" Then he gets a good thought, and hops closer, seeing if the body happens to have any suspicious bulges, that might be wallets.

An approximation of what is running through this particular Sylar's head right now: oh no, not again.

~~Many philosophers have speculated that if we knew precisely why Sylar thought this, we should know a great deal more about the workings of the universe than we do now.~~

It's thought rather angrily.

The stick snaps, very abruptly, because Sylars do not enjoy being poked with them. Then Sylar looks up and sees the Bunny.

"...you've got to be joking."

"Damn you're awake." The Bunny tosses away his stick, sadly. It was a good stick. "Right, your money or your life." As he pulls out one of his favorite switchblades.

((ooc: Definitely okay))

Sylar stands up rather quickly. It's not his favourite switchblade.

How does the Bunny feel about being yanked up to his eye-level via a none-too-gentle invisible hand at the scruff of his neck? It should be fairly clear what's causing it, seeing as Sylar's own hand rises slightly with the movement, and also that his expression screams bloody murder. Apparently he's not a morning person.

"How about yours?"

"GOD DAMN IT!" The Bunny throws his knife at the ground, with more then enough force to bury the blade in the earth. He is just simply sick and tired of all this shit. Go from places where he can threaten people to no end to someplace like this- "The fiskin' squirrels can teleport, the fiskin' plants walk around, the lizards grow to fiskin' incredible sizes, even the mother fiskin' cats can throw lightning, and now the monkeys get powers as well? I am sick and fisking tired of this fisking world!"

"And the overgrown rodents talk too much," snarls Sylar, who does not appreciate being called a monkey.

He had assumed that unexpected teleportation, attacking flowers and meeting an older version of himself would be the weirdest things to happen to him today, but apparently the universe is conspiring to prove him wrong.

"Did you say 'world'?"

...because that would actually make far more sense than he's quite comfortable with.

The rabbit scrabbles in mid air, trying to get some kind of purchase. "Yes, I said world. What's it to you?"

Sorry, Bunny. Sylar is not in an obliging enough frame of mind to let you near a pawhold.

"What exactly," he demands, "has happened here?"

You know. With the brokenness and the monsters and the being flashbanged in and all.

The Bunny sighs and relaxes, letting himself twist in the wind, so to speak. God damn all... "Fine. World went to hell. All sorts of monsters showed up. Near as I can tell, 80 to 90 percent of the worlds population got killed off. Now it's bringing in people from other places."

And animals, if what he's assumed from the rabbit's choice of phrasing is correct. Annoying ones.

...Sylar being Sylar, he's rather enamoured of the idea that the bring-ins were hand-picked. Seeing as he's one of them, and all. "What for?"

"No one's been able to ask the world why." The rabbit kicks at the air some more, his mind racing to try and figure out something to get him out of this stalemate. "Might be for a duel tot he death. Might just be in mad hopes of repopulation. Heh. Although if that were the case, damned if I know why it dropped me off so close to a nuke."

The narration wishes it could proffer some instant solution -- a motion to break the grip, perhaps, or a handy plot device to temporarily nullify superpowers -- but it is forced to admit that Sylar is a massive twink.

Maybe the rabbit could talk him to death?

"Hmm." Damn. He hates it when things don't have clear reasons for happening. "I don't suppose there's any remnant of civilization nearby?"

Dead people in broken skyscrapers don't count.

This narration would like to point out the rabbit still has some hidden weapons, if he really wanted to do anything. Generally, he struggles so it doesn't look like he's giving in. "Depends on what yer looking for. There's a bunch of people in kansas, but they're pretty goody two shoes."

This narration, much as it's fond of its pup, never ceases to be amused on the frequent occasions when he's not as in control as he thinks he is.

Sylar tilts his head at the rabbit.

"Where?"

Yeah, he's heard of the farm. ~~About two seconds before he got pwned by Darla for a second time, and incidentally that's a really good incentive to bother other pursuits for a little while.~~ He just hasn't killed anyone with a built-in sat-nav yet. Let him work on it!

"Kansas, of all places." The rabbit shrugs, his beady red eyes gleaming. "You can't really miss it kiddo."

He had been hoping for something more along the lines of directions, but that works too. And no time like the present for swanning in a Kansas-wards direction.

"I probably don't have to say that if I put you down and you try to attack me, it won't end well for you."

The Bunny glares even more fiercely. "Oh, it is on monkey boy. You think you can stop me?"

Narrowed eyes.

"Which of us has the other dangling helpless in the air?"

"Dangling, yes. Helpless? Never." The Bunny keeps glaring.

Coldly: "I have to contest that."

Up comes the other hand, and... the rabbit might be having trouble breathing. You know. Just to make a point.

Well there's the problem.

The Rabbit doesn't breathe.

So He just keeps glaring at Sylar. "What're you gonna do with that one, jerk off?"

...What the hell?

Okay, so with hindsight there was something a bit individual about the way the rabbit's body works, but then again he's a talking rabbit. A difference sort of goes without saying. On top of which, when you're not looking for the difference, intricate enough AI can read a lot like a biological system. And he is totally not making excuses for why he didn't realise before, shut up.

Sylar opens his mouth, and then closes it again, a stare taking over from the glare. He'd probably say something awed and/or complimentary about the mechanics, but the rabbit annoys him.

"Whut?" The rabbit kicks his feet again. "Freakin' me out here kiddo."

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