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Sylar ([personal profile] darwinism) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-05-11 06:29 am

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.

[identity profile] iamyourflower.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
What a curious question.

"I know a few..." She said with some caution, unsure of where he was going with this, "I'm familiar with many kinds of stories."

[identity profile] usoppsenchou.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really? Apart from my legendary exploits as a pirate captain and heroic sniper, I'm also famous for my storytelling!" Also called 'lying,' but who wanted reality anyway? Usopp grinned at her, even though she hadn't even offered her name yet. "If you ever want to hear an exciting tale of adventure, love, amazing battles and happy endings, I could tell you a few of my unbelievable and yet true exploits."

[identity profile] iamyourflower.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're a pirate then?" An odd claim, but who was she to assume to call his bluff. She had seen far more curious things, "That sounds interesting."

[identity profile] usoppsenchou.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is!" Usopp still wasn't sure what to make of her expression, but at least she was smiling and not telling him to get lost, which was enough of an opening.

"Sailing from port to port over the tumultuous seas, never knowing what awaits just over the horizon, trusting our lives to the wisdom of our navigator and the scant mercy of the ocean as we cross over the great blue depths!" He gestured wildly with his fork hand, a little syrup dripping on the table by accident.

Then, in a more conversational tone, "A bunch of my crewmates are here too. Do they have pirates, in your world?" A few people he'd talked to had implied that pirates shouldn't even exist, which was about as depressing a thought as Usopp could imagine.