ichoosefight | 35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

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I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.

[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

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Good. Because if you were, nothing could fix that.

What did he do?

He... he tortured me. Nearly killed me. Actually, he thinks he did kill me.

He's the reason I left Gotham.

[A short silence, then Sylar continues in the same tone of voice.]

Do you want me to kill him?

[ Yes. ]

It wouldn't do any good.

If you say so.

As satisfying as it would be, I can't encourage you killing anyone. Especially not for me.

You're not encouraging. I'm asking.

I'd be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind.

..Let me make you waffles.

Would I ever say no?

If you were still angry with me.

I figure if you poison them, I've got the whole infirmary to keep an eye out for me.

I mean it. [NOT AMUSED. :|]

I'm still sore, but I'm also physically sore. And I would love some waffles.

I'll.. bring you some. To your room.

It might be a few days until I get them. I'm pretty sure half the people I know are planning on actually tying me to a bed to make sure I don't leave.

Fine. The infirmary, if they've tamed you that much already.

Don't underestimate the power of a few popped stitches. I didn't make it very far on my own.

Maybe you just need help.

I wouldn't be opposed.

If I help get you out, I'm staying with you until you're better.

Can you promise me that Black Mask won't be able to follow us?

..I'll protect you.

He can't know where I live.

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