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"You've reached the number of Gray & Sons' watch shop and repair. Our store is no longer open for business, but your patronage has been appreciated. If you would like to leave a message for former proprietor Gabriel Gray, please do so after the tone." *Beeeep.*

Neverworld

Gabriel Gray paced through the dreary streets of Brooklyn, a news paper held over his head to keep the light drizzle from soaking into his grey wool suit.  His long features were set in a grim line, angered by the recent argument with his mother, still harping on him after all these years for maintaining his father's watch shop, rather than pursuing an academic career.  She didn't appreciate that what he did kept a roof over her head and food on her table, but even that aside, the shop was the only refuge Gabriel had from the pressing masses of humanity, of which he felt no part.

At last, he was safe inside the dark, quiet shop, away from the hustle of hundreds of bustled skirts and tail-coated men, just the quiet ticking of more than two dozen clocks and the soft glow of the gas lamps burning  in their sconces.  He hung up his hat and coat, cleaned the fog from his glasses, and reluctantly turned about the 'open' sign propped in the window.  Hopefully no one would have need of a repair or a purchase today.  Honestly he just wanted the time alone with his current projects.  Some time with that Baroque fob watch he'd been tinkering with for the last seven years of his life would do him a world of wonder.

NGCS: Part 2

Sylar's eyes slipped closed as those sweet lips touched his cheek.  He shivered, his mind at war with itself over what he wanted more.  Mohinder, and what he promised, or the thrill of the kill.  After having been out of commission for so long, a reaffirmation of his prowess, his control over life and death was intensely appealing. But after being separated from the doctor for even longer...

He turned his head and touched his lips to Mohinder's briefly, then pulled ahead to the check station.  Rolling down the window, he leaned his full head and left arm out, a casual enough position, and grinned at the officer.  "Hi there."

"Passports, sir?" 

"Ahhh, no," Sylar's smile became apologetic as the officer took a closer look at him.  In an instant the guns were out of their holsters, calls going out over comms units.  Of course, just as quickly, Sylar made use of his own weapons, sending the officer flying back several yards, sprawling, but not dead.  He wouldn't even be all that hurt, just bruised a bit.  Evidenced when he scrambled to his feet and fired shots at their car.

The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

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RP: Lost Sons

Summary: Simmons wasn't lying when he said the Government had aprehended Samson Gray. Sylar gets a bare minimum of information out of him before the man goes for his gun and is microwaved into a puddle by Luke. Sensing a common spirit in the boy, Sylar baits Luke into following him with the bonus of stealing Mom's woodpanel station wagon. So begins the roadtrip toward Washington, D.C., and the answers both so desperately seek.

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For humanmapquest: Don't fret, Precious...


It was so very easy, once they were actually out of the FBI building. 

Once they reached open streets, the black-clad man was no longer bound by the restraints of narrow corridors and seeming dead-ends.  Once they were up and out he could sail across busy streets from roof to roof, no chance of agents catching them on foot, no hope they'd be quick enough getting a bird in the air.

He ran like the wind, only a mortal's speed on the ground, but as though he wore Hermes' winged sandals when he leapt across open spaces.  He held his precious prize tightly to himself, not daring to drop her even if she kicked and fought.  He had a grip like iron to such a little girl though, even if enhanced strength wasn't an ability he had yet. ...but perhaps soon.  Perhaps very soon, with this newest acquisition.

It only took a few moments, but soon they were far away from Agents Hanson and Thayer, and the persistent officer who'd audaciously shot at him.  Far away and no hope of being tracked.  Those poor federal fools had no conception under God what they were actually looking for, nor how close in their own backyard their villain stayed.

He didn't stop until they reached an anonymous residential hotel somewhere within the heart of the most questionable parts of Los Angeles, but they didn't bother with the homeless and addict infested streets below.  He took them along higher, un-walked paths to the fire escape just outside the top-most window, which slid open as though automatically when approached.

The man in the ball cap shoved the girl through the window roughly, counting on heights to keep her terrified enough not to claw too viciously.  All together their rapid flight was far from normal or seeming safe, especially considering the person who conveyed the girl across the city's rooftops.  He followed after her immediately, ducking low through the sil but looming tall and deadly as soon as they were both inside.