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

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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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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

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."

"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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"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.

"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."

[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.

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

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