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[A flash of white, a burst of static. The feed comes on at on odd angle, showing an unremarkable City ceiling. The device, knocked off a counter, rolls a little, angling up from the floor to show a boy climbing up onto a chair so he can reach the kitchen cabinets. He knocks over a couple of boxes but manages not to break anything, before gingerly climbing down with a bowl in hand. This he sets on the counter, shuts the door, then shoves the chair back off screen. Tossing his dark hair out of his eyes, he comes back for the bowl and vanishes from the video, which stays trained on the now-closed cabinet until it times out.]




|[ooc; small Biney is small! replies from all_he_saw ]|

I̭͑ ̬̦͛͒̋̍̊̄d̍̀r̀̎̇̍̋e̪̬̫̭̮̋̌̌͆ͬ͂̓ḁ̦̼ͤ̽̑ͧ̋̒̽m̱̲̗͍̱ͭ̓͊̐̚e̘̝͚͚ͮd̬͙͚̠͓̅ ̙̦o͖̻̅͌͆̂͛͑fͯ̅͆ ͓͓̤͕̠̣̒̓̇ͅä̜̣́̋͛ ̒̀ͨg̩̖̦̝̩̈̈̓ͬr̜̫̠̙̦̫͕̎̈ͭ̾̄̄ͣe͈̖̱ͩ͐ͅa̩̙̥̥̬̩̲ͮ̂͊̔̈́̍t̰͕͕̞͌ͣ ̘̽ͧ͌ͅb̜̲̠̣͉͎ŭ̦̯̘̘̓̏r̻̰͌ͅni͙͎̞̰̬̳̩n̙͉̝͆ͦg̙̰͙̠̜̲̻̍ͭ̉ͧ ̲̋ͥ̐ͦͧ̂ͅb̭͎͑ͣͥ̃̋̌u̦̜̹̬͂̈͛ͧl̖̼̞͇̰̞̘̄̇̍ͭl͇͈̓̔́ͯͥͮ̂ ̠̻̬̯̺ͯ͑̄̽b͍̥͔̝ͥͦͫ͊́ͅạ̐y̰͇̅̆̒̒ͬ̚i͔͖̤͇n̦̝̦͉̳͎̎ͨ͂͊̈͂͐g̓ͯ͗̐͋ͦͦ ̮̜ͦả̯͙͈̥̙ẗ͕͓̟͍̮͕ͥ̋ͪͅ ̅̑̆̾a ͖̗̺ͫ̊̏̇ḅ͉̙̞̩̯lo̻͕͓͗ͬͩ̅o̫̜̤̮̊̌d͙̙̬͙̼̫̞ͯ͊y ͎̤̳͕͓ͯ͊̀̐͋̎ͅm̓͂ͬ̿̈̃o̟̩͕̤̩ͤ̈́̿̃͛͋͛ͅo̹͎͓̿n͔͙͚̝̭̠̺̔͆ͯ́̓.͎̤͙͈͎̠͖ͬ͒ ̹̣͓̅ͯ̈́̋ ̎̊


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̺̲̫̝̺̘ͬ̓̆ͅ˙͇̦ǝ̙̳͕̗͙͋̾̚ɯ̰̮̱̲̲ͬ̄̇̾ͅ ͖̗̏ʍ̰͔̺̲ͮ̾̑̔͛ͮo̫͌ͩ̅ן̝̦̮̙̰̰̲̍́ͣ̋͗̚ǝ͍̰̖̺̭̼̿͐q͈̩̀͌̂̋͊̓ͦ ̔ƃ̹͕̝̟͔ȗ͈̬̬̳̱ͪ̇̉ͅı̅ͪ́ͤɥ̰̹̍ͨ͊ͣ͋̋ʇͪɐ͇̳̣̔̐͌ͪǝ̯̆̌ͮ̒́ͧɹ̭͌͑̐ͫ͛̔̚q̾̾̾ ̫̌̉̈́̏̈́̀ͣʇ͚̟̙̰̏̂ͯ̊̃̓̃ı̫̋ͨ ̜̩̺̫̱̞̟̂͊ͬ͗ɹ͖͙̣̠̬͚̌̆̋ɐ͍͙ͪͨ͛͂ǝ͓̻͚̣͋ɥ̖́̋̊̑ͩ ͖͇͈̮̭ͯ̐ͥ̃̄u̖̦ɐͣ̒ɔ̻͔ͩͬͯͭ ̥̹̰̥͚̬̆ͯ͌ͣͅı̱ͣ̽̏̏̉͆͌



I've been going uʍop so long I must be dn ʞɔɐq ƃuıʞןɐʍ by now. Does that mean the beast has broken loose, half animal and all artistry, roaming with a shameless bloody mouth and the glint that isn't horn, isn't hoof or wet eye but is all the sick and sibilant whispers promised by the silver sliver creeping through the cracks? Have I dreamed? When men dream do they loose the chains that bind their own hearts?

the minotaur r̤̠̤ͥ̏͊̐̆ͣͣͭů̪̗l̤̝͇̫̭̖̹̭̲ͥͤe̗͉̙͓̺̤̘͙̓́ͬ́ͤͧ͌̚s̼̳͎̣̪͍̺͒̿ͤ̇ͯ̍ the man who built its maze



there is no time without light but the count of breath. one, two, every hour i rap

on the           walls


and wait




and wait



to hear my own echo...





or am i knocking out the echo of a dead child rapping on the madhouse walls?




[ooc; all of that is visible in its hideously formatted glory, so feel free to perceive the struck text just this once. :3 replies will prooobably be much easier to read!

ETA: including a screencap if the text is not displaying correctly, sorry for inconvenience.]

[There's a bit of static and a few beeps as he picks up the device and pushes buttons aimlessly, triggering the audio and eventually the video. What, they didn't have stuff like this in the seventies, okay? All you can see is a sliver of a young, perplexed face, and a backdrop of fuzzy ceiling. After a moment he gets bored trying to figure out how to make this thingie work and drops it on the table, the picture settling into an unfocused panorama of the apartment he shares with Sylar. The kid wanders off. After a moment, from a distance, you can hear him calling out.]

Mom..?!

[End transmission.]



[ooc; all responses will be voice, once he figures out how to work the thing. he's a smart kid idek. Replies from all_he_saw unless anyone minds <3]

[Accidental (?) Audio]

I remember.


[There's a long pause.]


He isn't-- I can't. I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to-- no, don't go away...


[Another pause, accompanied by a rather pained huff of breath]


Okay. We can play, just us.



[ooc; hide and seek with mommy, it's biney's turn to look. I know Penny's got dibs on keeping him from walking into traffic or a pothole or something? <3 but if anyone else wants to encounter him out on the streets, searching, feel free to action or poke me!]

As welcoming as the Welcome Center is, I guess I should be looking for something a bit more permanent, since there doesn't seem to be any way back home. Does anyone know how I'd arrange for an interview with the hospital here? I'm not sure how you go about getting a job when your credentials don't exist in this universe.

And for that matter, is anyone looking for a roommate?

[OPEN ACTION]

[He may have learned his way around the City over the weekend, but it's a bit different now that the streets have resumed their usual shapes. So he's making an effort. It isn't like there's much else to occupy his time; all his grand plans are on hold, set aside in another world. This, real or not, is a situation that demands research, consideration; he doesn't like not being in control. If he's lost his mind, maybe he can find it again. Armed with a map from the Welcome Center, device in his pocket, he's getting to know this new world.

At first glance he seems calm, unaffected by today's curse; but if you catch him at the right moment you might see the brief glances, the slight frown, as he glimpses his reflection in panes of glass or mirrored surfaces. There seems to be nothing there-- no, there is; just lower, a child keeping the pace alongside him. Obviously, he's trying to ignore this fact.]