sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: peter petrelli

[ Sylar is just beginning to piece his life back together again, learn about his own abilities again. So even though there's been a murder today that he doesn't want attributed to him, he doesn't know enough about his life - prior to losing his memory, prior to spending several months being someone else - to not choose today to make his debut on the network.

His voice is a little uncertain still, his memories are all for the most part accumulated from objects, and they feel like they belong to someone else. In many ways he's still not sure who he is. But it's been two weeks. Long enough. And perhaps seeing some familiar faces will help. Or at least that was the idea, naive as it is. ]

I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. I'm back.

[ And that's it. ]

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( Private to Peter )

crowsicle

( Cut for text quirk )

jesus
apparently taking a morning stroll through the used section of a shitty video game store constitutes suspicious behavior in these parts
nice to know random raving jackass keep me updated
christ i know its a weekday but isnt school out by now??
also heres a psa for you
even if i am a filthy hooky playing juvenile delinquent that doesnt make me a child stealer
fuckin rude
newsflash i was the one who got kidnapped and brought here against my will three months ago
obviously
who in their right mind would ever want to be stuck in canada
maybe the kid finally found a way out of this pisshole and decided not to take her douchebag parents with her
if not i hope someone finds her soon so i can look for two dollar tony hawk knockoffs in peace
this is bullshit
anyway
this isnt what i wanted to talk about
i have a question
what do you get your dad for fathers day when youre kind of strapped for cash
and also you didnt know he was your dad
and maybe you kind of have two dads
and one of them probably doesnt know hes your dad because hes like sixteen
yeah
does hallmark make singalong cards for this situation
this is kind of a new thing for me im shaky on the etiquette here

[[OOC: As always, you can opt into Davesprite's text quirk here on his permissions post. Otherwise I just answer in black Courier.]]

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

scienceshow

[Hello, SP. Your resident mad genius has decided to grace you all with his presence.]

The sheer number of you complaining about this illness has gotten on my nerves. Therefore, out of the goodness of my heart -- and for the sake of hearing something different on the NV network -- I am volunteering my services and my intelligence to find a way to end this epidemic.

[Yeah, complete asshole alert! ...and then he turns serious. Because this is serious.]

That being said, I will require an individual to volunteer themselves for experimentation. I am only extending this request to Newcomers. I cannot guarantee this will be a successful process, nor can I guarantee it will be without pain. I cannot even guarantee your life. What I can guarantee is that I will not rest until I find the solution for this disease, no matter how many times I have to kill you to do it.

That being said: yes, this is a serious request. No, I don't expect just anyone to volunteer for it. I suggest you seriously consider it before even replying to this message.

integrity

As everyone is delicately tip-toeing around what a few select people have figured out, let me spell it out for you, for the individuals who lack the brain cells to rub together.

It's guilt. The feelings of guilt. Decisions that you regret. Things you've done that you wish you could have done differently. That is what is causing you all to be so sick, why certain people are targeted and certain people are supposedly immune.

If anything, you should stop feeling sorry for yourselves and start wondering why, exactly, some people are so healthy. Those are probably the people you should be watching warily -- because I doubt they're all saints.

In other news, Castiel is in a coma, which I'm sure is a grand surprise to all that know him and have connected piece A with piece B. Stop texting him and calling him. I'm going to feed the NV to my dog shortly if it keeps going off.

The first person to suggest that I take him to a hospital will have their throat cut.

Continue panicking at your leisure. I am going to return to my work.

symmachy

[the video starts with the pitch-black of some random alleyway. something is panting hard in the background; after a moment it whines. but it's suddenly cut off by a loud squelch. silence again. the person holding the nv shifts enough so that her white jeans, speckled with blood, are visible. she then lifts the comm to her face; for a split second, she doesn't look human. the skin of her face is pulled tight over her skull, her eyes are wide and the cat-slip pupils hardly visible. the planes of her face are too sharp, too flat, too... wrong.

but it's already gone, and there's just a teenaged girl with green eyes, cropped red hair, and a dusting of freckles. when she speaks, her voice has a slight irish accent. she talks quietly, mindful of the creatures lurking about.]

I won't say this is new, but it's certainly more exciting than the last time. Reminds me a bit of Xibalba.

[her nostrils flare as she takes in the scents around her.]

Certainly stinks like it. Slightly more rotted, though.

[she smiles, close-lipped, trying to look friendly even with the corpse of some large, hideous creature behind her. she steps closer to the street, out of the alley. reaching behind her, she sheathes the bloodied short sword that was in her free hand. the hilts of a twin set are poking out over her shoulders.]

Now, pleasantries aside... I need to get to Paris. I was just there with--[her voice trails off. with whom? well, if she didn't remember, it couldn't be important.]--on vacation, and I'd really like to get back to it. So everything will just be simpler if someone can point me in the right direction.

[there might be a touch of a threat to her voice now, even if it's still quiet. and she doesn't lose that smile.]

And believe me. You want this to be simple.

[ooc; please take a few moments and fill out this permission post!]

theorizes

I feel as if I'm the only one in this city that isn't sick. I chalk this up to my copious hand-washing and genetically engineered immune system.

[Sheldon sounds pretty okay, all things considered. He doesn't really do guilt. Or anything except basic incredulity. So he's chilling like a villain in his new Sector Two apartment.]

I've been working on calculating the spread of the illness from Ground Zero. Anyone who wishes to contribute can text me whatever they discover. Don't come see me in person. I am not going to run out of hand sanitizer because people want to be friendly. Or sociable.

I don't want your cooties.

pouncing

:33 < *ac sneaks into the unfamiliar territory*
:33 < *she sniffs at the air and scrunches up her nose at all the new scents*
:33 < *and then without warning she pounces on her unsuspecting prey and pins them with her large paws!!!*
:33 < tell me what is
:33 < oops
:33 < *the definitely really truly formidable feline gets close to her preys face and asks what is going on???*
:33 < hnnnghh
:33 < okay
:33 < i am a little too purrplexed to continue this purroperly
:33 < s33 i am not supposed to be here
:33 < even though i dont know where i am i know im actually supposed to be fur fur away from here
:33 < so can anyone tell me why this is happening??
:(( < and maybe what happened to the rest of my furriends

blackmoonrising

[Here we have Ichigo, looking thoughtful, and dressed to go out despite the lateness of the hour. Despite what some of his friends might think about his early inability to check the date and the news feed, there's one news article that hasn't escaped his attention and now he intends to do something about it.]

So that house that's supposedly haunted. I'm gonna go find out if it is or not. If anyone else who can see ghosts feels like joining me then go ahead, but if the news is gonna make a big deal out of it day after day then someone oughta find out one way or the other before this gets outta hand.

gabriel_gray

[ Nathan has found himself a shirt and tie, and feels a lot more like himself than he did when he arrived. He's set the NV up very carefully, framing himself against a backdrop of the city, as though he's making a political broadcast. The clear afternoon sunlight glances from a beautifully blue ocean behind the tallest of Siren's Port's buildings. ]

Reckon I've got this thing all figured out now. I understand I'm addressing all Newcomers, but I don't know how to narrow this down so I'm just talking to people who've been here longer than I have--sorry about that.

My name is Nathan Petrelli--that's Senator Petrelli. I've got a background in politics, formerly law; I was an ADA. Before that I spent some time as a pilot for the US Navy. Figure that over-qualifies me for a job down at Costco.

To that end I'm looking for someone called Raul Creed, or anyone else who can tell me about the Newcomer Political Party. Also, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to hear from anyone who can shed some light on getting back into law. Reckon all those years of study have got to qualify me for something. I'll settle for anything gets me out of this rat-hole.

( Audio; Private to Peter )

theorizes

[The NV does not show a person. Instead, he sends out a text. Because Skyping is for people who have achieved the first three tiers of friendship.

He's also rather freaked out by the Darkness and doesn't particularly want to show it on video feed, so he's just going to sit in his new starter apartment and pretend everything is perfectly normal and Leonard is going to come get him, thank you very much.]

I have been told by one [1] so-called expert in the field that I have been brought to an alternate dimension. As this is both ridiculous and impossible as I have not discovered it yet, I am waiting for an explanation that is both reasonable and able to be proven.

Until then, I will be waiting within this house of the American past-time, attempting to find a train station to return me to Pasadena.

Should they be within this "alternate dimension Canada", I require the presence of one [1] Leonard Hofstadter, provided he is not off wasting his time entertaining the company of two [2] scientists by the names of Rajesh Koothrappali and Howard Wolowitz or one [1] Cheesecake Factory waitress that lacks the education to know this is a ridiculous hallucination by the name of Penny.

By the terms of our friendship agreements, they need to be within this baseball diamond.

Now.

[And then, just as this text is sent out, another one follows it, from the same feed number.]

Amy, if you can read this, call me. Please.

I need to speak with you immediately.

gabriel_gray

[ The first thing that shows on the video is blackness, odd scuffling, and then the image refocuses as the man fiddling with the device withdraws his hand, letting the light from the single bulb above his head pool down on him. Holed up in the first base dug out, wearing an ugly black bomber jacket, and his face heavy from exhaustion and stress, Nathan Petrelli - or at least someone who sincerely believes he is Nathan Petrelli - peers down into the NV.

Upside down. ]

This is some sort of vlogging thing, is it? Am I doing it right?

[ No, but that isn't going to stop him. He leans a little forward, going for slightly imposing with an edge of threatening, but the effect lost out of incompetency. ]

Anyone mind telling me where the hell I am? And if this is some kind of prank, you're in way over your head. You can't kidnap a US Senator these days without causing an international incident, that's just the way things are.

gabriel_gray

[ Interrupting your regularly scheduled earthquake disrupted morning.

There's nothing quite like disturbed sleep to shake someone up, but in this case it's an epidemic of pride that's made Sylar look as unhinged as he does. He's looking for a fight--or at least looking for one that he can win. Which is why he's somewhere very recognisable and open; the baseball diamond. ]

I know you think you're better than me. That you think it doesn't matter how powerful I am, the simple fact that you're a hero means that you'll come out on top. [ He laughs. ] Like the real world works that way. I'll give you a clue, it doesn't. You go around playing the hero and sooner or later something bigger and badder than you're ready for will chew you to pieces and spit you out.

But don't let me stop you. You want to learn your lesson? Well then, sign up for classes starts here. I even offer private tuition, free of charge. Well, I say free...

Come on. What are you waiting for?

( ooc note )

duomaxwell

[This video feed turns on to not a person, but a view of some one's only slightly furnished bedroom. There are still boxes about, a few things not quite put away, and the bed is a bit of a mess as well.

Eventually Duo sits down in front of his NV, looking... decidedly unhappy. The post isn't locked at all. It's open to everyone, and there's obviously a reason for that.

He scratches at the back of his short hair, letting out a quiet sigh before finally speaking.]

Claire Bennett is gone... again...

[There's an odd nose in his voice, morose sounding, almost like he intends to go on with his thought but decides against it at the last minute.]

I uh--... [a pause to clear his throat] Helen, I can take Mr. Muggles... in case she comes back.

[That note to his voice again. Call it a feeling, weird intuition, whatever. He just isn't so sure she's coming back this time. Maybe it's better that way. Who knows. He doesn't say it, though. He could just as easily been wrong. Wouldn't be the first time, right?]

Anyway... guess if anyone needs me for anything or whatever... I'm living at Uzushio now.

[He sighs, dropping his hand to his lap and looking away. It's the same as all the other weird pauses, though - whatever is on his mind, he isn't saying it out loud. He moves out of frame again and the feed shuts off a few seconds later.]

summing_it_up

[From this low angle, Hiccup is sitting on the floor of the apartment. It appears he's been sitting there for quite a while. All of his concentration is being poured out on the toaster that's set in his lap. He stops for a moment.]

Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–

[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]

–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!

[Here, his voice trails off.

And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]

[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]

readmyscripture

( Log 1; Private )

[He stops typing immediately, and the feed switches over to video. His face can be seen pressing close, and then he starts screaming.]

I'm onto you, Royce! You sick father-fucking dog-semen-guzzling son of a burst testicle--

[A scandalized gasp can be heard, and Spider wheels on a nearby woman. He drops the NV and gets in her face. And, er, everyone else's. He's basically running around and screaming at everyone, getting right up in their faces and seizing them alternately by the collars.]

Answers, goddamnit! Which one of you is it? Is it you? You look as though you sprayed yourself in the face with your own syphilis-crusted spunk, you fucking invalid-- Or how about you--?!

[And the feed cuts out.]

[ooc; This is back-dated to earlier in the day, and is open to action-spamming or whatever! :D]

summing_it_up

–Oh, come on...

[The feed flickers, slightly tilted at an angle. Hiccup is standing yards away from in profile from wherever it's recording...

...in the middle of an area that looks dedicated to rocks and rubble of all shapes and sizes. But he's a little preoccupied.]

Good job, Hiccup. You just had to go cut through this way, trip, and lose your rock among all of the others conveniently gathered here. I mean, who leaves piles of rock around anyway?? That doesn't even make sense in the middle of a...a city!

Or maybe it does, depending on what's being done with these buildings– but that's not the point!

[As his hands are thrown up into the air, the feed clearly shows that 1) he has an apple in one hand and B) he has a black eye. Hiccup sighs heavily, smacking a hand against his head in tired frustration. And of course he uses the hand that holds the apple. He winces.]

...No. I can find it. I will! Time willing.

[Unfortunately for him, the ~~rock~~ NV's video function decides to work like a one-way mirror. This will be fun for him.]

doctor_mccoy

[McCoy's sitting in the break room at the hospital, or at least anyone's best guess since everything's a steril sort of white and he has a stack of paper coffee cups with gaudy coloring and a picture of an actual cup of coffee on it. He's in clean scrubs but there's still spots of drying blood on the collar of his undershirt.]

Alright folks, this is gettin' ridiculous.

I understand that most of you like to play 'hero', and it's just a fun ol' time going out after dark with your shot guns and pitch forks and stir up trouble. [He makes a sweeping gesture with the hand that's not propping up his chin] No matter that they have god damn sirens warning us when the world is about to turn to shit. Honestly it's like going out side to frolic about in a tornado rather than hitting the basement like any man with a two brain cells to rub together.

If ya can take care of yourselves,well bully for you, but we're losing count on the numbers of people that end up in the ER at night because they think they can be mister Barney Badass and try to take on monsters like it's going to earn them a damn merit badge. Monsters. Do ya really think you're going to kill them all and win a prize? This bullshit's been going on for years, we're in their house if ya haven't noticed.

This isn't even counting the lot of you who like to maul each other just for shits and grins. Or worse, lunatics screwing with the darkness proofing because it's just so damn funny. Those balls of yours gettin' heavy enough for ya? It's like Lord of the godamn Flies out here, we really shouldn't have to be worrying this much about each other. I mean for christ sake there are kids here, most with out their parents, do ya even wonder who they're gonna follow by example? If ya even--

[He's probably not finished ranting, but he's being paged, probably for some other idiot that's been dragged in minus a limb or two and he turns the feed off. His responses, if any, will probably come some time later.]

gabriel_gray

[ The NV flickers on for the first time to--what is that?--bubbles and bleak murky water. Green and grey, and a flash of light high above. There's wild splashing, white water, and a bleary shot of the city in the far distance.

The water swallows up the NV, and then over the next minute or so everything is just dark. Bleak and dark and wet.

And then the splashing starts again. The NV goes off in all the activity.

An hour and a half later, it comes back on, and a sand smeared, wet, bedraggled Sylar is leant over the NV, shivering--the water is subzero. There's seaweed in his hair, and his eyes are blazing gold, as though on fire. He's considering exploding just to teach Lucifer a lesson he'll not forget. ]

I have a wonderful idea. [ His voice is harsh, as though he's spent the last few hours choking saltwater, which would be accurate. ] The next time you decide that something is yours, write your goddamned name on it.

[ OOC: Sylar's replies will come a couple of hours later, as in the meantime he'll be stopped from exploding the city. He doesn't appreciate getting dumped in the ocean much, not really. Also shh it's totally Wednesday here. ]

shifting

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.