Hunting the Hunter. [RP for specialnow.]

[thisway_comes]

She really wasn't all that offended that Michael assumed the bodies missing brains and skull caps were her doing. Knowing her track record, and her research interests, it was an easy leap to make.

But. Honestly. She'd hope he'd expect a bit more finesse, no? Really. Leaving bodies strewn about with their craniums wide open. She was a bit

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[specialnow]

Sylar, either fortunately or unfortunately for her, looked entirely ordinary. Even without the glasses he was too skinny and awkward to be anything but a classic dweeb. Sweater-vest and all.

Tonight, though, it was camouflage. It was pure luck that the person he was stalking was part of the coffee shop and book club crowd, not the sort to be alarmed by someone in glasses asking shyly and quietly about next week's selection. Making friends after a couple of the meetings, sharing opinions, debating the finer points of Robert Matheson.

Someone who even smiled and waved as Sylar crossed the street to meet him. Poor sap.

[thisway_comes]

The Rani at least managed to get out of the smiling, waving man's line of sight before rolling her eyes. Sociability had never been her strong point; she simply didn't get it. And didn't particularly care to. She could at least fake it well enough when necessary.

So she skirted the man about to meet his friend, and kept walking, long strides carrying her along the pavement. Once she was past him, he and his approaching friend were immediately gone from her notice or attention, and her eyes went back to scanning her surroundings, trying to work out where best to look for what she was seeking.

[specialnow]

It was way too easy. He almost laughed out loud. Too easy to lead the man around to a corner where some convenient greenery and a couple of rattling pipes would mask most sights and sounds. Too easy to pin the suddenly frightened man up against a wall with his stolen powers.

Too easy, really, to fall into bad habits where he stopped to relish the terror in the man's eyes as he cut.

[thisway_comes]

By now the Rani had rounded the corner, and started down the next block. She glanced down an alley to her left as he passed, and caught a quick glimpse of two figures down the other end.

The two men she'd passed in the other street a few minutes previously. The waving man had his back to a wall, his friend was facing him.

She kept walking. It took two strides for her brain to register that, based on where his head was in that quick glimpse, the waving man had somehow either grown a few feet or was standing on something.

Once she was past the alley opening she turned on her heel, using the corner to shield herself as she peered their way again. There was a dumpster blocking her view; after taking a few moments to make sure she hadn't been noticed, she began creeping down the alley toward it, intending to use it as a hiding spot.