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[ Peter's had enough. He's tired of trailing after the shadows of Sylar like it'll get him anywhere and he's done this already. It got old the first time he got shoved off a rooftop. It got even older the... second? time he helped kill Sylar. And now? He's just over it. Long past over it. And he's not going to apologize for his behavior.

Which is why he's now taking a page out of Claire's handbook. Especially since he's figured a certain something out.

... Peter's seated plainly at a table, a rather large kitchen knife laying in front of him. You know, one of those you see running rampant in horror movies. ]

Hey, Sylar.

[ He smiles plainly, picks up said knife and waves it in front of the comm, his other hand resting palm side down on the table. ] You paying attention?

[ A second later, no hesitation, he slams it into the back of his hand, barely managing a flinch in the process. Though he doesn't look particularly comfortable when he goes about twisting it around. For. Y'know. Posterity's sake. Keeping Sylar's interest is important, here. Another few seconds and he pulls it back out, tossing the knife to clatter on the table. Shoving his palm into the screen of the comm device, it only takes a second or two for the wound to begin healing, knitting itself together until it's gone completely, leaving behind tracks of blood.

Wiping his hand off on his jeans, he looks rather expectantly at his comm, completely blase. ] So. Interested in talking yet? Or do I still have to come find you.

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I work with blood. It's normally a very limited resource.

If there's a way to change that... [She spreads her hands.]

What do you mean by work with it?

[ He's in the medical field, but..... he's still pretty damn suspicious, here. ]

Magic.

[Said like 'duh, obviously.']

[ That is not helpful!! He'd be inclined to help you out but you have to not be vague okok he's not into torture for no reason. ]

But why? Planning on using... blood magic to take out the city? What would you even do with it if you had it?

[Elsa howls with laughter. It's not even maniacal you-figured-out-my-evil-plan villain laughter, more like a mix of amusement and genuine bafflement.]

Take out the fucking city? That's where your mind goes? Christ, you're paranoid. If I were the type to blow up a city for no reason, don't you think I'd just start sacrificin' people instead of looking into renewable resources?

[Also like... she would take out a city in order to perform a major spell, not the other way around!! That's just silliness.]

[ ...... just waiting patiently for you to finish. He's not even offended that you're laughing, he just wants his questions answered. ]

I'm not paranoid, i'm realistic. People tend to think a little bigger than themselves around here. [ Especially when it comes to mass mayhem and/or murder.

But you still haven't answered his question. And therefore he ain't offering nada. ]

If it makes you feel any better, I'm thinking only about myself. I'm exhausted of doing this- [She lifts an arm into view of the camera; it is covered in raised pink scars.]

I have an idea for a battery.

[ You are so not helping your situation here. At all. Even a little bit. Peter is losing sympathy for you by the second here because he's pretty sure your vague plans involve death, doom, or destruction. ]

To charge what? [ He needs a legit reason here. Legit. ]

[Elsa stares at him a moment, like what an idiot.]

Anything. Any spell at all. Maybe you come from a world without magic and this is weird to you, I don't know, but it has a lot of uses.

If you want an example of something I can't fund myself, teleportation.

[ Nooooopppeee not gonna make him feel crummy. ]

Got it in one, we don't have any magic. And i'm not gonna be sorry for being skeptical about handing over my blood to someone I don't even know, not to mention, someone i'm not exactly inclined to trust.

It's not exactly loaning five dollars. I don't need the repercussions of whatever spells you might do with my hypothetical offering of blood, just because i've got enough to spare.

If you'll notice, I never asked.

[Just...implied heavily. Like a creep.]

I'm more interested in the why and how than in you personally.

[ CREEEEEP. ]

The how's easy. I'm not sure there's even a why.

Let's stick with the how then.

You looking for a scientific explanation?

If that's what you have.

I don't really have any explanation. [ Pbbt. ]

I know what it is, I know when it works, and usually I know how fast it works. Short-hand you could call it healing, and that's about as much as most people care about knowing. [ But he knows more than that. ]

[So unhelpful!]

You've never tried to learn more? It would be pretty stupid to take an ability like that for granted.

I haven't exactly had the time to sign myself up as a lab rat.

What keeps you so busy?

[Just creepin' on your entire life here, no big deal.]

[ But why do you even want to know, he thought you didn't care. Huh Huh Huh??? ]

Here or back home?

Here is more relevant, don't you think?

I don't know, would've been easier to end up a science experiment back home.

But I work.

[That at least tells her he was special before he came here, which is something.]

All the time?

[ Man, he would've been happy to tell her that anyway. ]

More often than not. For the most part.

You seem to have time to make enemies.

—I assume that's who this 'Sylar' is.

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