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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

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well I most certainly see the anarchistic aesthetic coming into fold. [Bearing in mind that "charming", as described by Frederick Chilton, typically involved tie pins. His perspective was easily open to debate.] Curiously, I know of some shops that carry skulls. [Call it the Baltimore Trend.] ... Unless, did you mean plastic ones?

Because I am not sure about the plastic ones.

[magnitudes]

I—

( you could hear the slight squint, even if you couldn't see it. which you can, bless video. )

I was thinking like a metal one. Dunno how Saroula would feel about manhandling an actual skull to change gears. I think she'd feel something along the lines of, ( and she adopts the British accent, here ) Oi, Riss, what the fuck?

And then we're just a kangaroo hop, skip and jump away from her refusing to make me any tea for a week.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Oh, the metal ones. Very metal. See -- a hip pun!]

I could always make you tea, instead.

[Just squeezing himself in line, that's how Chilton usurps, even in a "joking" context -- because he does mean it. He really does. He also makes better coffee than tea, one might not trust him with this task.]

[magnitudes]

Frederick, do you want to be my twin sister?

( SO SRS. )

[slightlyoffchilt]

I don't know -- is she listening, at present?

[Because he certainly did not want to incur her wrath with a YES, YES SARISSA.]

[magnitudes]

Pretty sure she's not, or I would've gotten a punch in the arm already. And— I don't reckon she's heaps happy about this post.

( Which, you know, fair enough. She says it lightly, at least. )

I'll get you a special lapel pin. Do you like lapel pins?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I wouldn't say no to a lapel pin.

[Just look at him; he wouldn't bat an eye.]

Will you have a matching one?

[Oh god.]

This will happen I s2g using this in the thread set up

[magnitudes]

I will buy a fancy jacket just so I can wear my matching one. I think I could make tweed work.

( send help )

good

[slightlyoffchilt]

You'll need a tie. A silk one, naturally.

[Naturally.]

[magnitudes]

Is there any other kind?

( A moment. )

What are your feelings on cravats?

[slightlyoffchilt]

A bit archaic, but undeniably stylish. Even sour individuals can look dashing, if donning one correctly.

[magnitudes]

Right - well, when I next go cravat shopping, I'll have to ask you along. Make sure I come out dashing and not weird.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Quite honestly, I doubt you could be anything but dashing when armed with a cravat.