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[laszlo_jamf]

Pack it up.
We have an unexpected variable.

Hold off analysis of Mother's reports until after.

[ooc: In reference to this, alas. Laszlo would like to know where his experiment has gone, plzkthx ;3; Also, if you're involved with the last bits of this plot, feel free to get it rolling--action or text or voice or whatever--here!]

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[cuffyoutwice]

[Beckett's lingering around where Blue and Alexis had come back into the City, an almost arsenal on her person. At this point she would have agreed with Ray and the Special Assault team about the flamethrower. Looking for something, anything -- some kind of clue she can follow.]

[ooc: I...dunno where we are or what's happening, but I'll follow your lead. She's dropping voicemails around, so IDK who all will be tagging in? I am happy to wing it, though.]

[laszlo_jamf]

[The quarry has made it as far as the hospital--fast movers. Pity. Well, then, take the shot from inside--it's easy enough to get in...

...something's going on behind him.

He hears you.]

[bladed_siberian]

Can't you two play nice for an hour? Jesus... Dean, shut up or no flamethrower.

[He glances around, then nods towards the glass]

Come on, smartass.

[cuffyoutwice]

[She thought she was prepared, but Beckett wasn't expecting the rush that came with being carried up through the air onto a roof -- she did notice the memo floating down away from her, at least. Not to mention catching a glimpse of the deity as soon as her feet hit the concrete.

Into her device, on the police frequency:] Get up here, I've got eyes on him.

[After that's taken care of, she's unholstering her glock and drawing sights on Laszlo, before taking a solid step forward, Sylar forgotten beside her.]

Go ahead, move. Give me an excuse.

[ooc: Feel free to rough her up; leave her conscious, with limbs in use?]

[laszlo_jamf]

Why should I?

[ooc: Can do!]

[makes_you_tick]

[Sylar's smirk is quite wide by now, and he shakes his head at Laszlo as they catch up to him. He holds a hand out, ready to use his telekinesis if he needs to. Maybe it wouldn't matter, maybe Laszlo is far too powerful for him, but he loves the possibilities.]

Well, I don't know. I'd personally enjoy snapping you in half, but I don't suppose that's a big motivator for you.

[He bets no one would get mad at him for doing so, though, and that is a nice feeling. If only he knew his abilities weren't entirely 100%, he might be a little more cautious. ....okay, maybe not.]

[ooc: Feel free to do whatever with him- he'll deal. XD]

[laszlo_jamf]

Not especially.

You know what I can do. I know what you can do.

[Click, flick: he lights a cigarette.]

[bladed_siberian]

I think we're more concerned with what you've already done.

[Finally on the roof, claws unsheathing with a soft click as he moves to flank the deity.]

[ooc: Do what you want to him! ^^]

[laszlo_jamf]

[Blowing smoke...

There's something odd about it. Something dense about it. Something solid about it. Something shaped to it.

Wait for it: it will take on better shapes in a moment...eyes, a head like a sack, coiling legs, fluidity of movement as though underwater, prehensile tendrils of...what?

Oh, look: it's an octopus. It's a very, very big octopus.

Because, really, there are few opportunities to show off. Might as well use this one.]

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean clamors up on the roof behind Ken.]

Oh good. We're fighting the smoke monster. I should have brought a big fan.

[And he blows a puff of air in the direction of the octopus]

[ooc:I feel so repetitious but...Dean is pretty when he's hurt so have at it?]

[laszlo_jamf]

This is Paul.

[Mind that tentacle! It's swinging your way--!]

[bladed_siberian]

[If Ken's shocked at the odd pet of Laszlo's, he doesn't show it as he slips out of the way, already looking for a way closer to his target.]

You named it?

[laszlo_jamf]

Of course. How else would it know to come when it's called?

Paul.

[Tentaaaaaaacle--!!]

[makes_you_tick]

Of course. Hello, Paul. [He flattens his palm out toward the smoke...octopus, trying to pull on as much telekinesis as possible to bring enough force to break or disperse it, or at least halt its progress.

Unfortunately, this is when his ability decides it's not going to work. So whatever witty thing he was going to follow hello that up with gets lost as he stares stupidly at his hand.

-and yeah, that tentacle is going to hit him.]

[laszlo_jamf]

[Swiiiiiiiing batter batter batter!

...octopus, octopus, octopus.

Either way: brace for impact or get ready to duck.

Meanwhile, what are the other seven legs doing?]

[cuffyoutwice]

[One of them seems to be creeping toward Beckett, who has no idea what to do with this. To her credit, she doesn't pull any shots off (seriously, it's smoke and she's not that panicked yet). There is a good amount of hopping, rolling and ducking, in an attempt to get in a better position to shoot at the good professor doctor.]

You let Paul fight all your battles?

[Beckett's taunt-fu? Weak. Also, provides an opportunity for her to get knocked to the ground by a freaking tentacle. Made of smoke. Her face will be mirroring this frustration. There might be cussing!]