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[makes_you_tick]

Thank you to everyone who calmed me down yesterday. I apologize for my outburst, and I'm relieved to note that I didn't end up hurting anyone. Of course I had to reawaken on a curse day.

I'm back, for those few who might have wanted my assistance at the shop. And Doctor Sahl? I think I'll take you up on that offer to look at the hospital equipment today, if it's still open. Thank you for your kindness yesterday.

[Private to Mohinder]

No story today, sadly. I'm still reeling from the past few days. Thank you for keeping me relatively sane from making any rash moves. I'm sorry I missed your birthday, but- well, I imagine my non-existence was present enough.

[Private (but viewable to Angela)]
I feel wrong. I've never felt like there was anything wrong with me before, but now I feel broken and wrong. Like I'm missing a battery, or a heart. Maybe that's just how it feels when it lies in your chest and doesn't beat. It was stupid of me to let Peter do that- I knew my death would be an option. I just didn't know I'd feel like this if it happened.

The ghost of a heartbeat ticks in time with the City clock. It's all I have, so my mind clings to it. I wonder if there's any way to connect to it more. I wish I could hear it like I used to

I hope this will be like a fallen tooth, something I can't help but run my tongue over and over again, but eventually fading to normality. From what Eden described to me, that's likely. I'll get used to it.

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Log~

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The smile was no longer on his face, but he was staring intently at her, watching her change. He'd have to be careful here- or maybe he wouldn't. She was right, after all. About the countdown.

"I want to know everything," he stated quietly. "Even if it's something horrible like this. I can't say it's a surprise- I've known about the clock since I arrived. It nearly drove me mad- relatively, of course." He gives her a small smile at that.

He took his teacup in hand and looked back up to her, taking a sip. "So if humans are nothing but corruption, sin and ugliness, why do you spend so much time with them? No choice? Or is it just fun seeing how far you can push them?"

Log~

[dreamsofnoah]

"I have to have something to do, don't I?" Answering his last question first, because it's the easiest of them. "Don't you know what it's like, to wear a mask and push people a bit here and there to get them to do what you want?"

"To hurt them. Because I hate them all." I hate you all, is what she meant. "You're already dead, and probably very hard to kill, but..." still smiling, always smiling. "There's so much worse than that, and it only makes it better if you can't die." The threat was left open ended. She meant it, yet she didn't, even she didn't know quite what she'd do from one moment to the next, because this was nothing she'd bothered planning for.

And she chuckled at the thought of being driven mad by something as simple as a ticking, after everything she heard around her all the time.

"Then you'll have to try and find out. I don't care what happens. It doesn't matter. Not much does, in the end."

"But, if it's true. What are you going to do then. What can you do?"

Log~

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He listened to her quietly, now very serious. Threats were something he was accustomed to, but he knew better than to not take her seriously. He knew what she meant.

At her question, he almost seemed to break out of whatever reverie her words put him into, and he shook his head. It took him a moment to understand. "Why would I do anything differently? I'll keep learning. It's what I am. The answers always present themselves, if I keep looking. They don't have to come with powers attached."

He finished off the tea in his cup and let go of it, letting it set itself on the counter. "Do you think there's anything after this, then? Once everything is destroyed, it'll just be you and your family?"

Log~

[dreamsofnoah]

"Not everything has to have an answer. But." A casual toss of her head. "That's not going to stop you looking, I guess. If you have the proper questions."

She looked thoughtful for a while, wondering how to phrase it. "We'll be the last. And then, well. Everything comes to an end, even things that are endless." She wasn't saying anything more. It wasn't for him to know.

Road broke the mood by yawning, covering her mouth with one hand while stretching the other arm. She was getting a bit bored with this, but she didn't want to play with Gabriel quite yet. It had been interesting to see how he took everything she told him, and if she broke him now there probably wouldn't be any more cosy little chats over tea.

She stood up, and, almost as an afterthought, let her cup float down gently to the counter next to his. "Tyki's probably expecting me home soon."

Log~

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Gabriel made a face that was reminiscent to a young boy's who has been told he needs to stop playing video games and finish his chores. He didn't want to stop.

At least she gave him a little bit with her use of power. He smiled at the floating cup, delighted, and said, "Really? Or you're tired of talking to me, which is fine. Thank you for the chat, really. It was very illuminating."

He wondered what Road talked about with Peter, when they met. He was willing to bet it was nothing like this.

Log~

[dreamsofnoah]

"No, not really, Tyki never bothers. If it was Father he'd be tearing down half the City looking for me by now, though. Maybe I am~ just a little bit bored, but you wouldn't want~ me to stay if I was." She laughed at the look on his face. "Thank you for the tea."

And then, because she couldn't quite help herself, she decided to take a short cut back home. A large pair of red and black chequered doors appeared from the ground - far too large to fit in the small kitchenette, yet somehow they did. The doors swung open on their own to show nothing but a swirly purple surface.

"Bye~ Gabriel. See you soon ♥" were the last words Road said as with a wave she stepped through, the doors closing after her and disappearing as silently as they'd come.