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Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.
His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.
But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.
Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.
Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.
His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.
But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.
Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.
Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.
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So she tried to think of something else.
"Do you miss your home, Rhode-san?" Okay, so it wasn't exactly something else. But if Rhode started to talk, Ururu could listen, and maybe she wouldn't think about her own home so much. That would be a good thing, wouldn't it?
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Still, Rhode had made a point, and Ururu had to nod. She couldn’t think of a reason why anyone wouldn’t miss their homes, unless they had really bad ones. But how bad did it have to be if this place was better? “I guess everyone would. Um. Would you tell me about your home, please?”
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Her hand had been moving back for some more of the sweet syrup when Ururu made her request. The hand stopped short a moment as Rhode looked up at Ururu. "My home?" And why did she want to know? It wasn't her business. The Noah weren't things for conversation! Not really.
Avoiding the question wouldn't do either since she was stuck as a human currently. And that's probably what Ururu thought she was, so she had to say something. Fine then, her human home could be explained. "I live with my father and my mother in a big house. Mother is really sick a lot, and Father goes away on business a lot, so I can do what I want most of the time. So long as the maids aren't there bothering me." Which was the usual, and very annoying constant. Really, it was just as much her home as it was Sheryl's, so the maids had no right to scold her for doing anything "improper". "I have my own room, and there's a garden I like to play in."