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[magnitudes]

( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.

Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )

Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—

( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )

Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…

( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.

His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.

( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.

Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.


( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )

Comments

[deadkord]

He's actually Beetle Three. I'm Beetle Two, and Beetle One isn't here. So if anyone's plagiarizing, it would be him. But he's not, it's a whole... [ Dead Mentor. ] legacy thing.

It might. You said he's killing people for their powers? How much do you know about how that works?

cw: ref to gore

[magnitudes]

Nah, sorry, favouritism. It's a powerful thing.

( OH GOD. Okay. She makes an uncomfortable sound, but she's gotta... do the thing. There's a few seconds before she manages to speak. )

He, uh. At least with me he buzzsawed my head open and rummaged about in my brains. He understands how things work, he said. He takes a look around and learns how your powers work so he can replicate 'em.

[deadkord]

...Well. I've, uh. I've never been happier to have useless powers.

[ There's a beat of awkward silence. ]

I'm sorry that happened to you. I've been shot in the head, and unfortunately, I distinctly remember how much it sucked, so I can only imagine.

[magnitudes]

( She exhales a laugh, quiet, more like the sound of leaves being shuffled through than an actual laugh. )

Dunno if pyrotechnics and unreliable memory bullshit are much to write home about, either. Enhanced condition's not bad.

( This is awkward. A long pause, and a slow practically audible coin dropping. )

That's why there's a Beetle Three, then? ( TODAY IS SUCh A DAY. ) Fuckin' Christ on a bloody pogo stick, I need a bourbon.

[deadkord]

Well, those are still better than telepathic communication with dung beetles. Which I've never used in the year-plus that I've been here.

[ He sighs, and finds himself rubbing the spot on his head where the bullet went through. There's not even a mark there, thanks to the Porter, but you don't exactly forget that sort of thing. ]

Yes, that would be why. [ And he laughs, more or less humorlessly, at her last comment. ] Yeah, I know that feeling.

[magnitudes]

( And in the background there is the sound of a glass being set down on wood, and then of ice being knocked out of a tray. )

Scratch that. I'm hitting the ouzo.

( And she pauses, in her quest for a sec. ) You could head to the zoo and ask how they feel about their cultural significance in Ancient Egypt, rolling the sun and that. Could be interesting.

[deadkord]

[ Well, that gives him a good chuckle. He imagines what Dan would think of him doing that, asking a scarab's opinion outright on all the years of Egyptology and their significance and symbolism. It probably would've made him laugh, too. ]

Now there's an idea.

[magnitudes]

I have those, sometimes. Doesn't mean it's a good idea, but.

[deadkord]

Most of my ideas aren't good, either, but hey. I do 'em anyway.

[magnitudes]

At least we aren't trying to weaponise ice cream and sprinkles. That's something.

For now, anyway.

[deadkord]

Maybe one of us will have to take up an ice cream terror based hobby over the summer.

[magnitudes]

I've been kickin' about the idea of doing a like— paintball obstacle course fundraiser, or something. Maybe there could be an ice cream slingshot challenge.

[deadkord]

You could reward the winners with ice cream sundaes, too, so you're not just wasting ice cream without having any.