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Nathan! Wait-- shit!

[ Even with Peter's voice in the background, everything is black for a few moments before he pulls his NV out of his pocket, accidentally swiping blood across the lens with his fingers, turning everything a lovely shade of red. Because Peter never posts on the network if he isn't covered in blood.

He's crouched out in the baseball field and he stands a moment later, obviously massively concerned as he looks around. A second later, his NV's being ignored as he lifts his other hand, a bolt of crackling blue electricity shooting out into the darkness as Peter's attentions turn to frying a particularly lame Darkness monster. A few moments later everything goes quiet and Peter finally looks back down to acknowledge his NV, taking a second to wipe it off.

... and, to everyone who knows him well enough, he looks like he's had a rather radical hair-cut. ]

I've been here before, right? Awhile ago, I was just-- Can someone tell me what day it is?

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Shit. Like, now? Just now?

Like a minute ago, just now. And the last time I showed up here, he was put into a coma. Place has the worst timing.

So he's back there? Back where you came from?

Stuck back in New York, yeah.

[That's nightmarish in its scope of shittiness. He's imagining if he just watched Jake get shot, and turning up here right at that moment, and there's really nothing to say to someone in that kind of situation. He just nods slightly.]

[ Peter's trying to remain in a fake state of calm. Almost destroy the world with deadly virus? Check. Nathan getting shot? Check. No big deal.

It's just... been a bad day. So he sort of shrugs and tries to wipe his hands off on his pants. ] Probably get to wait another year and a half before I go home and find out what happens next.

Maybe he'll turn up here, yo. Someone I talked to said she was supposed to be dead back where she came from, but she got here and she wasn't even hurt.

Think i'd rather him be alive at home than show up here after he's died, but you never know. Shouldn't be surprised anymore by who shows up. My niece is already here.

[Well, he agrees with that point.]

Your niece?

Claire Bennet? [ a beat ] I'm Peter, the Uncle that goes nuclear.

[His eyes widen. Oh. Oh.]

Whoa, yeah. You're the, uh... Yeah. That guy.

[ That almost just about makes him laugh. Almost. ]

Yeah, that guy. My reputation here's almost as good as it is back home.

That douchebag was talking about you. What's-his-name, with the eyebrows.

[ ajflksd with the eyebrows, Peter just barely manages to keep from snorting. Jesse, he knew he recognized you from somewhere; he stalks all of Sylar's posts now. But six months is a long time to keep track of faces. ]

Sylar? Yeah, i'm not surprised, we're not exactly on good terms.

Psshyeah. The only thing that douchebag's on good terms with is his right hand.

[ He's on pretty good terms with Peter's hands too but uh. erm. yeah.... Peter hates his life too much right now to worry about how good he is at lying out his ass. ]

You're not telling me anything I don't already know. I'm just glad I didn't see him when I was at home.

[Thankfully, that mental image will probably never conjure itself up in Jesse's head.]

Yeah. Considering the whole, you know, nucular thing.

[ This is a good thing for everyone. ]

That doesn't happen every time I run into him. What's more likely is one of us dying. [ ... so blase. ]

He can die?

Could. I killed him when he could die. But now that he's got Claire's ability, too... None of us can really die. It's complicated.

Yeah, I kinda got that.

[The complications. Is Jesse really getting fed up with superheroes already? Maybe he'd be a little less sour on it if Sylar hadn't shoved a chew toy in his mouth.]

[ Oh Sylar. Y u such a sociopath. ]

This place doesn't make it any easier. Even when he was dead, the Port just brought him back. Wasn't really worth it.

Made me feel better, though. [ That's actually not a lie. ]

People kept saying that, saying it's no good to kill him. Seems kinda like a lame-ass excuse to sit around and let the bad guy win.

Didn't say it was no good, but it ends up being a game of whack-a-mole. Doesn't matter how many times you knock him down, just means he'll get back up one way or another.

But a week or two dead is still a week or two less he's around. [ ... okay yeah, that one was painful to say out loud. Lying sucks sometimes. ]

Uh, yeah? You'd think someone would put a firing squad over on that baseball field already for shit like this.

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