intro log

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[gabriel_gray]

You tell yourself that now, but how long will you last? How long can the city last?

[ Maybe Peter didn't understand it yet, but Sylar was beginning to pick the threads up, even though he didn't have all the details yet. Peter still didn't have control of his powers, he didn't have anyone to help him, anyone to stop him... A normal society would lock him up--or kill him; and consequently the world would be a much safer place.

They ought to build statues to the person who did it.

But Sylar was curious in his own right about just where Peter's breaking point would be, and more importantly he wanted to see this city, and he wasn't about to let Peter and his broken powers be an anchor about his heels. Peter would have to survive on his own, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't come crawling back at some point or another. There'd be something in it for Sylar then, a chance to hold some kind of true power as Peter swallowed his pride and asked for help.

It'd happen. It was practically a certainty. When he realised just how alone he was; how afraid; how incredibly far from home. ]

Don't worry, as soon as those doors open, I'll let you be. No matter how big the city, fate has ways of bringing us back together again. I have no doubt I'll see you again soon, Peter.

[askedtobe]

Fate doesn't have anything to do with it, Sylar. You just think it does, because you want to be the one to know how it all turns out. You want to be right.

[ Everyone seemed to want to know how it would all turn out; that wasn't to say that Peter didn't. Peter wanted to understand, wanted to stop it, wanted to get a hold of himself and control what he could do so that he could change fate. Peter wanted to prove that not everything had to be set in stone. Just because he was a Petrelli didn't mean he had to be a lawyer, just because he was born in Nathan's shadow, didn't mean he'd have to stay there.

Just because he was supposed to explode in New York, didn't mean he would for sure.

But Peter was still terrified of the prospect. Mostly, he was terrified that he wouldn't be able to learn how to do this all on his own. He'd be lost, forever, tangled in his own abilities until he had to find someone to help. But Peter knew that it wouldn't be Sylar. And he was already backing away from this, stuffing his hands into his pockets and staring at Sylar hard, his gaze flicking around as if he was trying to find someone to tell. ]

And you know what -- the only reason you'll be seeing me again soon is i'll make sure everyone knows who you are. They'll know what you can do and then you'll be the one wondering how long you'll last.

[gabriel_gray]

[ He wasn't about to delude Peter of his fantasy, to tell him that he didn't just want to be right, that he inevitably would be, simply because his mind was capable of seeing those infinite possibilities and guiding himself down the right path. He lost his way on occasion, but he always got to exactly where he needed to be, exactly when he needed to be there--and no, it wasn't fate. It was him, pure and simple. He made his own fate.

And Peter, by being Peter, made his too, and it would bring them together. Whether it would be in battle, or as allies in their attempt to return home, it didn't matter. Either was a possibility, and there was still much about this world left to be discovered, to be worked into the equation that they made of it together. More to see.

That was only one of many reasons Sylar didn't kill Peter right now. Oh, he wanted his power - the hunger ate him up - but something outside these doors could be better, and he valued his freedom when it came to that pursuit.

Freedom that wouldn't last if Peter had his way. Sylar knew better than to suggest that Peter keep his mouth shut--if he did, then it would only be certain that Peter would tell everyone; anyone who could listen. He was petulant, over-ambitious in his childish lust for heroism. He wanted to save the day. ]

If that's what you want. We might both be seen as monsters, or perhaps instead as gods. I might actually enjoy being worshipped.

Do you remember what kept you from telling the world about your powers before? The fear of being experimented on? Locked up? Tortured? We might never get home. You'd never see your brother again.

[askedtobe]

[ In Peter's mind, it still didn't matter who was right. Who could see far enough into the future to determine what would happen between them. Because all Peter knew right now was that they were both equally a dangerous. Sylar, because he was a serial killer, and Peter because one wrong move and he'd detonate. He'd go off and take everyone else out.

In a way, he was the dangerous one, and Sylar was the key they'd all be looking for to turn him off. To make Peter go away.

That was all he'd ever be. Something that couldn't be controlled, and telling the world that Sylar was a threat meant saying that he was an even worse one. That while Sylar had already killed a few, Peter could kill millions. Even if he couldn't really be killed himself. ]

People aren't even gonna care about what we are -- look around, Sylar. We're not exactly a majority here, either. Nobody's gonna think we're gods when we're on an entirely different planet. Nobody's gonna care, they're just gonna want to get rid of you.

You'll be a threat. And i'll just-- [ Be a nuisance? Even more of a threat? Peter swallowed hard, moving further away, his breaking point just on the horizon. ]

I'll find another way.

[ Lying to himself was easier than anything else right now, and Peter held a palm up as if he could use it to telekinetically push Sylar away but there was nothing there, just air hanging between them, still as it was. And just like that, Peter was running, fleeing the scene of a crime that hadn't been committed -- his own life, the one that needed to be stopped before it could start something far worse. ]