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[log] Noisy Black Part Two - Mingle [closed]

Characters: anyone signed up for the noisy black event
Location: an office building
Date: Night 260, Morning 261, and Day 261
Summary: You give, or are given, medical treatment.
Warnings: body horror, psychological trauma, serious body deformities, please warn for specifics in threads and make sure to note the night/morning/day your thread is taking place

Sinners
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Nothing we can stop, then! Great. Icing on the cake.

[ This just keeps getting worse. Did that meant that the Prophet had some kind of hold on the nanomachines? If so, this...might be a way bigger problem than he'd thought. ]

Conversion was the end goal. Apparently, sewing some coins on my damn face is supposed to fix me being greedy, though-- and then I'll be good to go! [ He barks a short laugh, and there's no humor in it. ] Load of shit, if you ask me.

[ Yeah, Sylar's not feeling particularly optimistic of their chances here. ]

I'm gonna guess they'll offer to 'give us our normal bodies back' if we agree to convert. Or something like that. They have to give us some incentive, if they really want us to make the decision.

I don't know, maybe we're just harder to brainwash and we're just in here until that part completes itself.

[ He shakes his head, not that Vasquez can see that. ]

You can't get any of it off either?

If that's what they're aiming to pull, they can go choke. I'm not drinking their koolaid, 'specially not after this.
[ He's holding up surprisingly well for now-- whether or not he'll be able to keep up the bravado tomorrow is a little iffy, though. ]

Haven't tried. Can't tell where I should be going for that isn't on prime real estate. [ He gestures to his face, and almost manages to smack himself in the process. Whoops. ] But at this point? I'm not opposed to trying it just to see what happens. 'Cause-- if any of this can come off, it's gonna be go time.

I doubt it will. There's some parts that are barely even connected, up here- [ He waves at his exposed brain-area and the clockwork pieces ticking away inside.] -but I can't even put my fingers near to tug at them.

They can brainwash us that far, I guess.

[ Of course, he hadn't tested it too far, either. He's actually fairly certain he needs at least one of those pieces to keep himself functional. ]

Must've gotten that in with the rest of it. [ Somehow. When, though? He wasn't sure. ] What good would it do if we could get rid of all their hard work the minute they turned us loose? [ Vasquez doubts all those stitches would last long otherwise. Again, he has to pause, grimacing. ] They'd probably just do it all over again. Makes sense to have a failsafe-- it's less trouble for 'em.
[ He doesn't like it, but it checks out. ]

[ That's the problem- his theory checks out too well. He really doesn't want them to be prime example number one of how to break people into compliance with a cult. 'Gather around, Norfinbury, and look how well this works!' But here they are. ]

Do you want me to describe anything for you? Being blind's gotta suck pretty hard.

[ Here they are indeed. The why of it all was still a mystery, and there's not enough to go on to piece it together yet. This could be a trial run, or just a one-off-- it had gotten all of them into this situation, though, and whatever reasoning was behind it had taken a back seat to simple survival when the torture started. ]

Right now? Not the worst thing I could be dealing with, I'll give you that.
[ As much as he hates to admit it, there's one upside: he doesn't have to see what happened to everybody else. Cold comfort at best. ]

...anything new in here? Figure they were too busy screwing with us to go remodeling anything, but you never know. Or-- hell, what's been happening? There's...too much going on for me to sort it out.
[ Asking for help stings, but it was offered first-- that makes it fine, probably. ]

Nothing's been brought in. Nothing new, they've just been coming up one-by-one, taking us off, and bringing us back. [ Completely mutilated, of course. ] I haven't seen anything else other than that. Don't figure that changed any while I was gone.

Probably isn't that many people to go by now, is there.
[ Vasquez can't really bring himself to be much of a smart-ass right now, and any time he even considers trying to make light of things, the sentiment dies before he can give it voice. Sylar's given him plenty to work with, and he's at least somewhat grateful for it-- better to focus on that until the next wave of torture starts. It's something to do, anyway. ]

Hey, uh-- thanks. For filling me on on shit. [ Normally, thanking anybody would've been the hardest part. He forces it out alright and moves on, a voice a little quieter than before. ] What's your name? I can think of a million better ways to make a first impression, but I'd say we're a little past that.

[ Sylar lets out a bitter chuckle. This is actually one of the better first impressions he's made the past few years. At least he isn't causing the horror-show this time around. ]

Guess we are. It's Gabriel. Gabriel Gray. Too bad a 'nice to meet you' doesn't really fit here, but still.

[ As far as Vasquez is concerned, Sylar's done pretty okay. He hasn't really heard of him before this, so whatever he might've done prior isn't even on the table. What he's doing right now matters far more than that, anyway. ]

Nah, not really. But hey, we might as well get to know who we're locked in here with, right? [ It's something to do, and it's better than nothing. They didn't have a lot of other options to fill the time, that much was certain. ] Name's Vasquez. Don't think we've been introduced, so that's that out of the way.

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cw: brain stuff, because I didn't before oops

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