PSL | For Royce

[termineur]

[ Gabriel's gone after a few people now- well, maybe 'gone after' is a relative term. They were trying to be friendly and he disabused them of that notion. There's no point to any of that now. He was just setting himself up for disappointment again.

None of his despair shows up on his face, now. He's walking to the Museum with a relaxed gait, tossing an apple up in the air as he walks. Occasionally, it sticks in the air just a little too long before falling back into his hand.

It's probably started to get around that 'Sylar' is back, even though he hasn't called himself that yet. Maybe those labels are just as meaningless, he ponders. But he figures everyone will know what's up once he makes it to the Museum. Time to rip down everything before something else comes along and takes it away from him. ]

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[bywolves]

[ Royce is very, very good at being quiet. He's made a living off of it. It's impossible for most people to sense him when he's trying.

But Royce knows Sylar cheats. And so he's prepared, when he curls up in the tree outside the museum, for Sylar to catch him. Alverstone is ready and waiting in his hand, just in case.

But first, he's waiting. He's waiting to see what Sylar intends to do. He's waiting to see if he can stop it. ]

[termineur]

[ Gabriel takes a bite out of the apple, chews it, then throws the remainder to the ground. He's too focused on what's coming to keep an eye out for incoming threats. What could they do to him, anyway?

So he stands in front of the Museum and raises his arms like a conductor. With a large, dramatic swipe, all the glass in the front of the building- all the ceiling-high windows- comes bursting forward at once. The screech is ungodly, but Gabriel seems entirely unaffected by it as the shattered glass comes raining down onto him. He suffers a couple slashes to his face, but it's healed up by the time he reaches up to wipe the blood away. ]