V [VISUAL/LOCATION: OSTEN/SHELLEY LINE] NO ON REMAINS QUITE WHAT HE WAS WHEN HE RECOGNIZES HIMSELF

[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

There was little that could be said about Gabriel's day so far. He'd woken up, gotten dressed, gotten something to eat, and then made his way out of the Sanctuary For All in order to head back to his shop and clean up the few loose ends that had been left dangling while he'd been making sure that Peter didn't end up killing himself from over activity the last few days. With the other man all patched up, there was no reason that he had to stick around constantly now. But he was only intending on popping out for an hour or so as it was.

He wasn't sure what had happened mid-way through the stream of his plan. He'd been perfectly content when he'd sat down on the trolley from Osten to Shelley, but by the time that he had arrived at his destination, Gabriel's entire attitude had shifted. The meekness had seeped out of his character. He'd reached up and removed the glasses that had been perched on the end of his nose with so much force that he nearly snapped them in two. And as he fished his tablet out of his pocket, electricity crackled on his hands, provoked by the sheer intensity of his anger.

As he flipped on the visual function of the tablet, Sylar's rage was more than clear on his facial features as he demanded in a voice that was very much not the timid Gabriel Gray that he had been for the past few weeks, "I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this place and its sick little jokes. Now."

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[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Given that Kirk had been otherwise occupied during the time that Sylar was glitched into this supposedly weakened state of mind and power, he was unaware of such a thing having occurred at all. Perhaps that was for the best, for he would be likely to tease the natural augment about it and such a thing never ended well and the last thing James Kirk needed was a broken nose with the mood he was in. Thankfully, he managed to keep that sourness at bay as he clicked on his tablet to say:

"That would require knowing who They Who Are In Charge are, Puck. I don't think they're going to answer you on this thing."

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll have to find a way to make them answer," Sylar growled. It was one thing to pull him out of his own timeline and completely ruin his plan. It was one thing to force his biggest regret on him in a situation where he had to suffer what he'd done in silence and hope for the outcome to be better this time. It was one thing to set him up in a reality where he might actually have a chance to be himself instead of what people perceive him to be. But it was entirely another thing to turn him back into his old self just for shits and giggles.

"I've spent enough of my life being fucked around with. I'm not about to let it happen here as well," Sylar grumbled as his grip on the tablet tightened until there was a sound of cracking from the case. "No matter what the people who brought us here think they're in control of."

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[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

He was probably going to end up regretting what he was about to offer up, but he, too, was getting really tired of the twists and turns of this place. The glitches, the new arrivals, the glimpses of home, like the prospect of getting back to where they all belonged was being dangled above their heads just a smidge too high so that the answers they were all seeking were out of reach. Whatever issues Kirk had with Sylar's quick temper, they had a common goal: Getting answers.

And he didn't really hate Sylar, just thought the guy had a nice basket full of issues he needed to sort through.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," he said with an accompanying noise that sounded like something caught between a scoff and laugh, "but you're welcome to use the equipment here to try and figure this out if you think it'll do you any good."

There was a slight blow to his ego as he admitted, "God knows I'm out of ideas."

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[ellectricshock.livejournal.com]

"So you're back."

This said by a petite blonde who looks more confused than amused by the situation. She wasn't entirely sure what had caused him to revert back to Gabriel, but it seemed to be the same thing that might have caused this change again.

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't have went anywhere if I could have helped it. Which apparently, I couldn't," Sylar said, the anger in his expression softening into annoyance when he saw Elle. The one thing that he could be thankful for after all of this was that the Gabriel had he had turned into had been from when he was still happy and content, before the hammer had been brought down and smashed the stability that he had been able to build in his life to pieces and left him grasping for some sort of direction.

"At least it wasn't permanent."

Though, there was part of him that had to wonder if maybe, just maybe, anyone that had known everything would have considered that to be an unfortunate fact.

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[ellectricshock.livejournal.com]

"Apparently not," she echoed, but she did note how his expression and his demeanor changed slightly when he was addressing her.

"Are you disappointed?" Elle asked. "That it wasn't permanent, I mean."

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[notthatnormal.livejournal.com]

"What the hell?" Ashley had grabbed her tablet when the voice, a very angry voice, had emerged louder than what she'd expected, hoping to try and find a volume button on the damn thing. She frowned back at the angry image, extremely unimpressed at the volume and the surprise.

"Yeah, well you're not the only one buddy."

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

Wasn't the only one. Oh, he didn't doubt that. He wasn't even the only one that had been changed around, but there was something substantially different about when it happens to you as opposed to when it happens to other people.

Staring at the screen in his hand, Sylar's expression furrowed in confusion as he looked at the young girl. Why did she look so... Oh. Oh. Why hadn't he noticed that she'd shown up? He'd probably been too occupied with his clocks.

Ugh. His clocks. For Christ's sake.

"And we're not going to manage anything just sitting here and waiting around."

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[notthatnormal.livejournal.com]

"Well what do you suppose we do?" Because she definitely didn't have any ideas, not yet anyway. And she didn't seem that hopeful in trying but if he wanted to then she wouldn't stop him -- if it meant getting out.

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[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

"Your anger is unproductive," said Spock, who was currently located in the transporter room of the Enterprise and had turned his attention to his tablet in order to address his unusual doppelganger. "Several attempts have been made to contact our captors, and they have not responded to threats or to reason."

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

"Anger is always externally unproductive, Captain Obvious," Sylar snapped, glaring at the view screen in his hand at a mockery of his own features stared back at him. So calm. So impassive. Sylar didn't know whether to be impressed or track down the man and punch the lack of expression right off of his face. "Doesn't mean that it doesn't make me feel better."

At least he was in an area where there wasn't anyone around for him to expression his emotions on. Otherwise, it might have gotten more than a little messy on this trolley.

[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

"I am unfamiliar with many of the nuances of human emotional behaviour," Spock remarked, placid as ever. He could not deny that he found this Sylar somewhat fascinating. One day - perhaps when the other man was in a better mood - he hoped to meet face to face. "However, despite any short term improvements, a failed attempt to contact our captors is likely to cause a long term increase in your stress levels."

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[sirachi.livejournal.com]

The outrage that this man was feeling hit Siri like a violent tidal wave, causing the Jedi Master, who was on the clear other end of the karking city, to freeze where she was, having to take a few moments to breathe and put up a few mental shields to protect herself from such unbridled emotion that had nowhere to go in this place. Emotions that would normally keep flowing just hit the barrier here in Taxon and kept bouncing around until they finally ran out of speed, which made for many headaches for a Force-sensitive such as Siri.

She flipped her tablet on, reaching just the right entry. Looking slightly irritated, she spoke up with, "Calm down," in her clipped, Coruscanti accent. "Going on like that isn't going to gain you anything. All it's doing is giving me a headache the size of Kashyyyk."

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

The words gave him pause, not only because he certainly didn't understand her but because of the implication that she could feel his anger. Blinking at her image for a long moment, Sylar's expression shifted to something a little more impassive and curious than angry as he arched his eyebrow.

"Giving you a headache?"

Granted, she could mean it in a figurative sense. But considering he didn't know her, and since Sylar had learned to take everything that people said as more than just face value, he couldn't help but guess that there was more to it than just that.

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[sirachi.livejournal.com]

"I'm telepathic," she offered up, not at all ashamed of who or what she was, as being a Force-sensitive being was something to be very proud of in the galaxy she hailed from. Being gifted with talents such as hers was something quite common where she was from, though she was lucky enough to be as sensitive as she was. Many didn't have the midichlorian counts high enough to live the life most of the galaxy associated with Jedi Knights. "And very sensitive to everything around me. Your outrage at whatever it is that is upsetting you is very..."

She trailed off for a moment, pursing her lips and searching for a word proper enough to describe it.

"...sharp and bright."

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[notanemptymotto.livejournal.com]

"I believe we all do, Gabriel."

Helen glanced down at the tablet in her hands before looking back over the scenery of Taxon. She had spent a better part of the early morning on the South Tower of the Sanctuary, standing and just staring out. It was her place to reflect and be secluded. Though she did miss the view of Old and New City merged together. Taxon certainly seemed to be missing some sort of water landscape.

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

Sylar's anger mostly ebbed away at the voice, his expression shifting more to one of exhaustion and embarrassment as he peered down at the tablet in his hand. How could he possibly explain? There really was nothing that he could say that would make any of this clear without going through everything, and even as much as Helen already knew... How do you explain that you changed who you were completely both because you were ashamed of what you were and because you felt that you didn't deserve to be who you were anymore?

"I wish they'd just leave well enough alone."

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[notanemptymotto.livejournal.com]

Something of a bitter laugh, very odd for Helen, came out in reply. "The popular opinion seems to be that they would rather not do such things." A pause even if she didn't look down at the screen. "It was rather odd to see you with your glasses on."

After all, Helen had seen him at his breaking point before. Seeing him meek, but happy, was not something new to her. Though it was rather surprising to hear from the few in her Sanctuary about it. A small smile tugged at her face as she finally looked back down at the tablet.

"I suppose this means you won't be backing up your room and moving to your shop."

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[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

"Well, don't you sound cheerful today."

McCoy needed to find more productive ways of spending his time in Taxon as this could not be considered one of them. Well, whatever.

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

Productivity was over rated. Not to mention that McCoy had every right to prod Sylar back after all of the grief that Sylar had given him. Not that Sylar has his perspective, of course. Oh, no.

Glaring at the tablet screen, Sylar scowled, "I didn't ask for your opinion, doctor."

Not that anyone ever asked for his, but he always happily gave it.

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[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

McCoy rolled his eyes at the dark scowl and retorted with: "It's pretty hard to ignore when you're stamping your foot like a big infant."

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[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't think they're listening," Max replied to the transmission that had popped up on her tablet. "Not according to what everyone I've met since arriving has told me, anyway."

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant. Just brilliant," Sylar grumbled, running a hand through his hair in frustration before looking down at the tablet again and furrowing his brow for a moment. "Not that I really expected to get a response, but still... There's always the hope that maybe they'd realize there's only so far that they can push us."

But so far, that was hardly the case.

"Max, right?" Sylar asked. He'd seen her around, obviously, considering they were both at the Sanctuary. But he didn't think he'd talked to her before now. But then again, it was impossible to say what he might not remember or how they could have possibly messed with his head.

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[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

[Hoo boy. That was an angry message. But apparently Sylar was back, and Billy's glad about that, at least. After a few minutes of debating, he clicks on the voice function, and speaks, trying to be as not-meek as possible.]

If you figure that one out, let me know? I kind of have a problem with this not-being-home thing. And the turning-people-into-monsters thing.

[Pause.]

... Uh, hi, by the way, good to see you back?

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[godlikesin.livejournal.com]

Turning people into monsters?

[ Well, they had to balance it out, didn't they? Turn one monster into a normal person, turn one normal person into a monster. ]

Something happen, kid?