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[ ooc: So this post is set private to Peter and Claire- HOWEVER, it's not terribly well-encoded, so reasonably decent hackers should be able to get into it if they'd like. Feel free to have your character break in, take note, or even respond...he probably won't be replying back much, though, if at all. The signs behind Sylar and Faith will place them in an alley near Building 12, for those paying close enough attention- however, I'd appreciate if in-person rescue help (other than those I've already talked to) doesn't arrive until after all of this goes down.
Oh, also? This is what happened before the recording turned on, for those curious. Both that post and this post are very heavy on the violence, just to warn.]
It's late, and the video reflects that. There's a sillhouette in the dark of the alley, a couple of lighted signs visible in the streets beyond it. Those familiar with him will see that it's Sylar right away. He steps forward to look closely at the wall, and it becomes apparent that there's someone smashed up against it. "You really do a professional's job of making things hard on yourself, don't you?" he says, staring at the person on the wall. "But I can see the effort you're putting into it- the three of them at once? You should've saved someone to hit me with later." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Then again, you never did plan terribly well. Now--"
Electricity runs over his hands, small bolts of it separating to zap at the person's face and shoulders. ( Now it's possible to see that the person is Faith, who looks a little worse for wear. )
Oh, also? This is what happened before the recording turned on, for those curious. Both that post and this post are very heavy on the violence, just to warn.]
It's late, and the video reflects that. There's a sillhouette in the dark of the alley, a couple of lighted signs visible in the streets beyond it. Those familiar with him will see that it's Sylar right away. He steps forward to look closely at the wall, and it becomes apparent that there's someone smashed up against it. "You really do a professional's job of making things hard on yourself, don't you?" he says, staring at the person on the wall. "But I can see the effort you're putting into it- the three of them at once? You should've saved someone to hit me with later." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Then again, you never did plan terribly well. Now--"
Electricity runs over his hands, small bolts of it separating to zap at the person's face and shoulders. ( Now it's possible to see that the person is Faith, who looks a little worse for wear. )
