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[DAMN GURL YOU REALLY PUT YOUR HEART INTO IT HUH. he looks s-so pained and makes a dying cat noise but it's disproportionate to the pain he ... actually felt. (fort save 16) he's just a giant baby. but then it's all good because he grabs the pen, yanks it out, and lets her watch the wound heal.]

I didn't even need a fancy diamond for that. [s-so pleased with himself. (again.)]

[Well shit. That is a neat fucking trick... because she's seen physical workers heal people but they get blowback of some kind. Where the hell is the blowback to be found here? Nowhere. How. Rude.

She manages to look unimpressed though because Lila. And all she says, snidely, is:] Baby.

How am I a baby?!

You practically cried when I stabbed you. [Shrug, she reaches out to trace her fingers across where the bloody wound should be.] Ruined my handiwork. You know you're not the only one with a secret.

I didn't realize you'd stab so hard. [he rolls his eyes. ugh seriously lila. but it's ok, he can work with this.] I shared one with you, why can't you share one with me? I'll let you stab me again.

[Again her grin is super bright. She smiles a lot with him...] Aww see, but my little trick works on other people. [Raising her hand like for a high five she wiggles her fingers. The fingers still touching him with her other hand... the hands that have been touching him... dun dun dunnnnn.] And I'd use it on you, but then you'd be all emotional and weepy and it would be gross so find my shirt and I'll go make a stranger cry for his mommy and then walk into traffic.

[Weeeeeeeee!]

Would it be wrong if I said I love the sound of that?

[actually he probably loves it a little too much. it also makes him take pause because is she special??? it would really suck if he had the impulse to go brain klepto on this girl after he thinks he might actually have a chance with her. but nothing's pinged up on his psionic radar yet so ... maybe not???? who knows.

whatever. right now he's getting up and fetching her shirt for her like a good little bitch.]

[Don't eat her brains, Sylar, you won't get anything from it.

She tugs her shirt over her head and hops off the table, crouching to scoop up her scarf and deftly wind it around her neck, flinging her hair back over her shoulders.]

I don't know, I kind of like it myself so... [Where are her gloves? Oh right, out at their table with her bag. Whoops. If she didn't actually need her bag she would just say fuck it and abandon them... but they are really nice gloves...

She turns to face him, hands on her hips and eyebrows raised, as if asking if she looks okay.]

[he would never!! well, maybe not but he'd think about it. like he is right now. BUT NOW HE'S OVER IT and getting his own shirt back on. and looking at her.]

You look great. Stunning, even. [look at him being all psychic without even having that as a power. (wis 18)]

[She preens because she is that pathetically starved for attention and praise that something that small just makes her violently pleased with everything. She is still smiling when she turns to open the door, before remembering that its locked. But whatever, can't hold her down, she flicks the lock and looks back over her shoulder.]

You ready?

Sure am. [because some of us didn't leave their belongings scattered all over the library. he stands aside, waiting for her to open the door.] You?

For this? Always. [Her smile is sweet and vicious and she leads the way out of the room, stopping only to sling her bag across her chest and shove her gloves into the front pocket. They are hot to trot all the way outside into the shiny sunshine that makes her squint but she doesn't pause to dig around for her sunglasses, she just keeps walking until she spots a guy with tanned skin and dark hair with dark shades and a cocky smile she wants to turn to ash. He reminds her of Cassel. This can be theraputic!

She stops suddenly, and points to where he is standing across the street. She doesn't try to be subtle, but the smile turns wicked when he seems to notice them.] That one. [She holds out her hand and looks up at Sylar with a hopeful expression like please please let me make him cry please.]

Go for it. [what did you think he was gonna say, gurl. GOD BLESS AND GODSPEED. he uses his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and hangs back, looking excited as shit like a kid at christmas.]

[Wow. She is in love. (She is seventeen, no one is surprised.) Waiting for a break in traffic, she sprints over to the guy. After a second his curious look turns flirtatious and Lila moves forward with a quick sashay of her hips. Another second and his hand is on her waist and her fingers are running through his hair. He leans in like he is going to kiss her and then all at once his knees crumble (will save 6, yeah I rolled for him). Lila steps back a bit, and looks over her shoulder at Sylar, her smile turning sly.

That's when the screaming starts. Wild, terrified keening, like a wounded animal gnawing its leg off, as the nightmares assault his mind at Lila's leisure. Lila who has the awareness to back up more and allow her features to turn worried -- you know, like she actually gives a shit and isn't enjoying his suffering from abject terror because she was bored.]

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no really though. he is fucking enamored. actually, maybe not enamored as much as intrigued because HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK and wanting to know how things work is the driving force in his life. lila has become a beautiful new puzzle for him to take apart (but not literally, in this particular instance.) as soon as the traffic lulls again, he dashes across the street to join up with her. ]

How does that work? [watch him ... ignore the screaming hot mess lila is mindfucking rn.]

[She shrugs absently, most of her focus still on torturing the guy. It's easier, surprisingly, for her to make people do things than to force nightmares on them, she has to dive so much deeper for nightmares.]

Its genetic, like... uh, hold on. [She shakes her head, she can't explain the genetics of her power and shatter this guys sanity at the same time.

Her fingers flex, curling into fists before her thin fingers splay out again and she stops her assualt on his delicate psyche. His hands hit the ground, supporting himself while Lila's mind wanders. She looks up at her No Named Man, looking a little tired.]

It's a chemical thing. It's genetic but not hereditary. My dad... my dad was a luck worker -- he could manipulate luck. I'm a dream worker. [She snaps her fingers and the man kneeling at her feet like in prayer screams again.] That suffice for now? I'm a bit busy...

[If that sounds like a good power... it probably won't when she explains the blowback.]

Oh, don't mind me. As you were. [ he takes a couple steps back. it's no big, he's totally ok with watching. and with mulling over this new information in the interim. mostly about what he could do if he had that awesome power. +_+ although since he still has a giant boner for lila, it's more like ... how can he manipulate her to use her awesome power for his benefit. basically he's fantasizing bonnie and clyde road trips.]

Thanks. [She lets the guy stop screaming, looking bored, maybe a little annoyed, worry gone. It's not like they're not making a scene but he looks like the crazy one. Lila just looks like his long suffering... something. Tugging at his will, she makes him stand up and come towards her. She makes a face -- as with most things, he was prettier from far away -- and holds out her hand.

Methodically, he takes out his wallet and hands it to her. His shiny designer watch. His one diamond stud. The gold chain and medal. A silver zippo. A handful of change. She lets him keep the sunglasses because behind them his eyes are closed and she dumps everything else in her bag to look through later. He steps back from her and moves away. Seeming pleased, she turns to Sylar, taking his hand and moving in the opposite direction.]

Come on, I want a good view.

[sylar's internal monologue: OMG DID SHE JUST???? SHE DID. HOLY SHIT OMG. SUTEKIIIIIIIII (◕‿◕✿)

he willingly follows her along, and tries to talk semi-quietly. ish. like it mattered.]

You're thorough, aren't you?

[She can't tell if he is teasing, but she keeps walking, trying to find some kind of outdoor cafe thing they can sit at.]

It's a Movado. That is a nice watch. I didn't want it to be ruined.

[Which implies it soon would be -- or would have been.] Oh! Over there, coffee shop.

[movado ... nice watch ... that leaves a weird feeling in his head, something like deja vu. he almost says something, but decides against it. whatevs. it couldn't be that important, or he'd remember it. right............?]

Great. Are we getting coffee after? Like a celebratory dessert thing.

Yup. [Tug tug tug. Pause at the crosswalk because safety first. Tug tug tug. Oh hay, this one has a cheery little umbrella. She lets go of his hand as she sits down, angling her chair so she can see the guy just sort of loitering there like he is waiting for something.] Oh no. He is the kind of dickhead who bought the new version of the iPhone when he already had the old one. [She looks stricken for a second and pouts.] I knew I forgot something.

[ballin'. he drops down into the seat next to hers and adjusts to get a better look at the upcoming action, too. it's exciting.] What, did you swipe the wrong phone? Forget to upgrade?

No I forgot to grab it at all. [Le sigh, do you know how much people will pay for that on eBay? A lot. Because idiots.] Whatever. [Her nose wrinkles a second before she drops her chin into her hands and sets to watching the guy.] It shouldn't take long... Big city, I assume the... Yep.

[A bus rounds the corner and slows as it approaches a stop and then... the guy walks right into it. He might not die, Lila doesn't really care. But it's a show regardless.]

[he stretches back and puts his hands behind his head while watching. it was a little anticlimactic, he decided. there could have been more blood. the sound the body made hitting the bus was kind of cool, though. it was bouncing and bones cracking simultaneously. he considers looking more concerned while the bus stops and the people who aren't close enough to be really freaked out are at least kind of looking at each other like "o_o". but, eh. that was overrated. there are more important things at hand. like:] So you can do that all the way from over here? What's your range? Do you know?