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Sylar inna field.
Sent to sleep with superpowers.
Not yet eaten by Triffids.
Botherable.
Sent to sleep with superpowers.
Not yet eaten by Triffids.
Botherable.
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And that's about when they land.
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Oh, and there are two people resting at the foot of it.
Chandra, for one, is finding this place by degrees overawing and rather frightening.
...and with the arrival of the Sylars, the dial just swung right round to the second notch. He makes a strangled noise and grabs Darla's shoulder.
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The.
Fucking.
Hell.
O_O
Sylar opens his mouth to admit the words 'didn't I kill you?', and is instead silent for a moment of sheer and total shock.
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But Darla is quicker on the draw today.
The Sylars' feet barely have time to touch the ground before Darla is up and crushing air in nervous fists, sending them both into a deep sleep with a careful, practiced application of biokinesis.
Whereupon she takes hold of Chandra's arm and runs like blazes.
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That's the second time in less than an eight-hour period that this Sylar has felt the train line of his own mechanism get switched.
Perhaps fortunately, it's only annoying for about half a second.
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...
See, the good thing about being a regenerative is that when things like this happen, you recover quickly.
And the good thing about being Sylar is that you have the sense to get the hell out before they happen again.
There's nobody around to see him leave, except the peacefully slumbering Sylar-There, and... a cursory attempt reveals that no, waking him is not possible. On the one hand, he could probably carry the younger Sylar back to Metropolis. On the other hand, he's still sufficiently thrown by Darla's biokinetic assault that chances are good he'll drop the poor man along the way.
Well, Sylar-There is a Sylar, isn't he? He can probably take care of himself.
Time to go, then.
(Whoosh.)