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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:25 pm
Mohinder was sleeping fast, as he tended to do.
His face was buried, presently, in his rich red scarf, his whole body slumped over a book with a funny symbol on the cover. His ears were flattened back against his curly hair, tail twitching now and again.
Nightmares again. Nightmares of a taxicab, blood, and the sound of a watchface against windowglass.
...However, Sylar wasn't sleeping. He usually didn't, while Mohinder was resting. Instead, he was sitting in silence, ears lowered like a creature on the hunt...dark eyes scanning the area.
Mohinder had no idea who he was leading around...just how dangerous this so-called 'Zane Taylor' truly could be. In fact, he didn't even know Sylar's real name. He, indeed, thought he was someone else. The alias worked beautifully. Just as it had before all of...this. Before their strange...rebirth, of sorts.
That was some time ago. Sylar couldn't truly remember...just...flickers, hints. He couldn't remember what had happened.
Keeping his ears peeled for anyone watching, he tested himself by making a pebble hover in small circles over an outstretched paw.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:21 pm
Sonya padded along, thinking of, oh, this and that. She always did that. Her mind wandered, but that wasn't so bad. A wandering mind and soul-mate paws kept life interesting.
Her ears perked up when she thought she heard something and her thoughts immediately switched gears from wispy clouds to down-to-earth alert. She fell into a crouch and slowly stalked closer to the sound, her body nearly hugging the ground until she thought she could see to ear-tips just above a slight rise.
Curious as ever, she stalked forward even slower, peeking around the rise to see who was behind it.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:30 pm
One ear perking and pivoting a bit, Sylar dropped what he was doing, inadvertantly thwacking Mohinder in the haunch with the pebble. His face serious, with a tiny smirk, he didn't move...just sat there.
Only a kit, and yet...there was something not quite right about him.
Mohinder, meanwhile, stirred and began to wake, groaning a little and rolling over. He always took a minute to wake up...especially when his dreams were so dark and deep.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:34 pm
The little leopardess peeked around the rise and blinked at the two fellow kits.
Oh! And here I thought it might'a been a bunny or somesing like that, she said, her speech a sorry mixture of different accent variations brought upon by watching too many movies at home. She smiled at them and stood up instead of crouching, her ears perked up cheerily.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:40 pm
For a moment, Sylar leered darkly at her...but the very second he noticed the other kit actually slipping back into the waking world, he became more earnest and smiled back.
Odd.
Mohinder sat up, yawning and rubbing his face. What's this about a bunny...? Even through the thought projection the kits used to communicate, he had a distinct accent. Indian...but curiously, leaning towards British a little bit.
Blinking, he looked up at Sonya, smiling apologetically. I beg your pardon.
He was well-spoken for a kit...past nonwithstanding, his favorite book was rather wordy.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:47 pm
I... Thought his ears might have been a bunny's, Sonya replied and shrugged.
But I could only see the tippy-tops of them, so it kinda makes sense, no? she asked, tilting her head to one side. She liked the sleepy one, he was nice. The other one was... Creepy. First all mean and looking at her scary-like, then smiling like nothing had happened. Creeeeeeepy.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:54 pm
Makes sense to me. Zane sort of acts like a nervous bunny at times, anyhow.
He laughed a little, grinning at his (to his knowledge) friend, then looked back at Sonya. We're - ah - a bit new around here. My name is Mohinder. Mohinder Suresh.
Sylar didn't like the bunny comment much. Still, outwardly, he just smiled and laughed, rubbing his nose with a paw. When he 'spoke,' it was in a light, nervous tone.
...And I'm Zane. Zane Taylor.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:06 pm
That's cute! Sonya said, picturing Zane with bunny ears strapped to his head with a grin.
Mo-hin-der, she sounded it out, trying the "words". I like it. Zane's a cool name too.
She looked off to the side and stuck her tongue out.
My name's weeeeeeird, not cool like yours. Sonya.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:21 pm
'Zane' flicked his ears, shifting his paws so that his sleeves shimmied down over his pawpads. A nervous fidget.
Mohinder bobbed his head in a little bow.
We'll, we're very pleased to meet you, Sonya. I think it's a very nice name, actually. I'm sure less people mess up saying it than mine, anyhow.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:35 pm
Sonya sat down where she was standing and looked off in thought.
Hmmm, donno about that. My Carly messes it up all the time... but he does that 'cause I call him Carlas, so that doesn't count, does it? she rambled a bit, tapping one paw against her muzzle, as she'd seen her "mother" do sometimes when she was thinking. She blinked and then looked from Zane to Mohinder.
Ummm... Is he always this quiet? Or have I said something wrong?
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:45 pm
That sounds like a nickname.
Blinking a little bit, he glanced to 'Zane,' then smiled back at Sonya.
No, no, he just gets a bit nervous meeting new people. Cautious.
He flicked an ear, sidling closer.
Yeah. Um. People can be a bit...hostile...so I guess I'm kinda shy. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean anything by it....
...Something was still not QUITE right in the way his eyes looked....
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:09 pm
Hostile? Believe me, I can't even hurt a butterfly, Sonya replied, grinning at Zane.
So you don't haveta be afraid of me, okay? she asked, blinking her big green eyes at him sweetly. She was worse than sugar sticks sometimes. And most of those times she didn't even mean to.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:27 pm
Sometimes, it was the little things, like knowing how painfully WRONG people were about him and the ironies in everyday speech as such. If anything, SHE should be afraid of HIM.
He laughed nervously, swishing his tail.
It isn't that. We're just...uh - we've got to be careful. What we're doing and everything. Science is...uh....
He looked to Mohinder sheepishly.
The Indian kit stepped forward, shuffling his book ahead of him.
What Zane means to say is that I am a researcher...and some people don't like that. Zane is helping and is somewhat of a subject, so he has every right to be nervous.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 6:34 pm
Sonya's mouth opened in the typical, "Oh I get it!" expression and she nodded her head.
Well, I don't really like science, but it's not bad or anysing, right? Not trying to raise the dead, right? she asked raising one eyebrow, though her smile showed she was kidding to some degree.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 7:01 pm
Mohinder blinked, chuckling a little bit.
No, no, nothing like that. Simply trying to understand something that happens to some people. We're trying to help, not harm.
He tapped on the cover of the book with a claw - the one with the funny symbol.
Like my father.
Sylar stayed quiet, though he did keep an eye on Mohinder, in case he would have to demonstrate.
He didn't mind demonstrating.
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