Kit glanced down at Kendra, "Thank you!! Thank you for helping me!"

(Eru's pretty busy with some stuff so I think I'll move Hiro and Mallory somewhere...oh do you mind if I bring in another normal?)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

((You can bring in as many characters as you want))

Kendra looked at the girl and nodded and gave a thin smile.
"It's what we do. We're not the bad guys they want you to think we are"
Kendra looked quickly over at Ando with a look he knew all to well.

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously looking back and forth between Kendra and the unconcious agents.

"We have to help her Ando. I don't care what he thinks...I'm gonna bring her in"

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Kit smiled, and removed her hand from her now healed wound, "I know...I am one of you, aren't I?"

Mallory jerked Hiro back down to be level with her face - still nearly flush with the concrete.

"If you can bend time and space like you say you can, then get us the hell out of here! I'm scared out of my freakin' mind! You know what, I even have a place we can hide. How hard would it be to bring us near Central Park? If you get us there, I have a cousin we can lay low with, she'll help us," she said certainly. "She lives in the Green apartments right across from the park," she whispered urgently.

Mallory's mind was moving top speed and halted abruptly at one of the only people she could trust besides her Mother and Father, Maven. She would not bring her immediate family into any danger if it was avoidable, and Maven would be the last person they would think of...as normal as they come. Maven was her cousin, she lived very well off of her Father's inheritance and was putting herself through design school at the moment. She'd definitely hide them after Mallory explained what happened.

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(Tar, if you want to work Sylar and Noah in with the rest of the characters you could have him meet Maven while she's at work.)

Kelly Maven Oliver was what she liked to call a woman of many names and few faces. As of now she was referred to as Kelly, Kel, Maven, Maverick (one of her guy friends), Oliver, Olly and Camo (some one had fun with sounding out her initials). The many different names sometimes made it hard when applying for jobs, so she tended to settle on her first and let everyone else play with the rest of them, considering she answered to all of her names fairly well.

The dark haired, New Orleans native had moved to New York after Hurricane Katrina. She was set on finishing design school and moving right back to her beloved Louisiana as soon as she was done. New York was her worst nightmare. You couldn't breathe there or go anywhere without feeling like cattle, there was no water near (oh, how she missed the old redwood cypress and the bayou) enough to make her feel at home - no Mardi Gras. These thoughts of home tossed about her mind as she made her way over to the (supposedly) cute diner where she worked the late shift after classes. She didn't enjoy being a waitress, but she was still working on a position in a design firm. She had several offers, but none that felt right yet.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Mallory jerked Hiro back down to be level with her face - still nearly flush with the concrete.

"If you can bend time and space like you say you can, then get us the hell out of here! I'm scared out of my freakin' mind! You know what, I even have a place we can hide. How hard would it be to bring us near Central Park? If you get us there, I have a cousin we can lay low with, she'll help us," she said certainly. "She lives in the Green apartments right across from the park," she whispered urgently.

Mallory's mind was moving top speed and halted abruptly at one of the only people she could trust besides her Mother and Father, Maven. She would not bring her immediate family into any danger if it was avoidable, and Maven would be the last person they would think of...as normal as they come. Maven was her cousin, she lived very well off of her Father's inheritance and was putting herself through design school at the moment. She'd definitely hide them after Mallory explained what happened.

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(Tar, if you want to work Sylar and Noah in with the rest of the characters you could have him meet Maven while she's at work. Unless you have other ideas )

Kelly Maven Oliver was what she liked to call a woman of many names and few faces. As of now she was referred to as Kelly, Kel, Maven, Maverick (one of her guy friends), Oliver, Olly and Camo (some one had fun with sounding out her initials). The many different names sometimes made it hard when applying for jobs, so she tended to settle on her first and let everyone else play with the rest of them, considering she answered to all of her names fairly well.

The dark haired, New Orleans native had moved to New York after Hurricane Katrina. She was set on finishing design school and moving right back to her beloved Louisiana as soon as she was done. New York was her worst nightmare. You couldn't breathe there or go anywhere without feeling like cattle, there was no water near (oh, how she missed the old redwood cypress and the bayou) enough to make her feel at home - no Mardi Gras.

These thoughts of home tossed about her mind as she made her way over to the (supposedly) cute diner where she worked the late shift after classes. Her face immediately scrunched up unhappily at the thought of the diner, the only thing there that tasted good was the waffles. Then again, most of the food in New York tasted bland to her, so much so that she carried her own bottle of Tabasco in her purse in case of emergencies.

She didn't enjoy being a waitress, but she was still working on a position in a design firm. She had several offers, but none that felt right yet. Maven reassured herself by thinking that by being a waitress she was learning with how to deal with difficult people and be personable with those she was not familiar with. She laughed at that and pushed open the glass door hearing the bell ding alerting those of her arrival. Her hand groped through her bag and she pulled out the dreaded blue apron that served as her uniform. Her bag was placed down in the break room after she punched her card and then it was off to work...yep, another eight hours of work.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(Oh no, I'm definitely into that. I didn't really have anywhere to go with either character. I'll post as soon as I have the time. )

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Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

(Awesome! Glad to be of some help. Ha. Oh no! I didn't see that it double posted, use the second one for the rp and ignore the first. Rawr.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

And in no time at all, he was back home. He realized that he had slipped--five minutes had passed since he left. A small mistake that was easy to look over, since his son was most likely still tying his shoes.

"Hello, Gabriel." A voice came from behind him. Sylar smiled slightly, and turned to greet the man.

"Noah." Sylar said graciously. "I didn't expect you. We were just on our way out..."

"It looks like you were already out." Noah Bennett commented, leaning against the wall.

"Last minute errands." Sylar said, holding up a package innocently. "I forgot to pick this up from the post office. Did Noah let you in?"

"Yes, he did. Good kid." Bennett commented. Sylar smiled.

There was an obvious tension in the room. The two had been friends once, enough so that Sylar had named his son after the man looking at him now, and Sylar was no living in what had been Bennett's house. But since...Sylar's thought trailed off. Things weren't the same. Now both of them went along with this farce of a friendship. Sylar knew that Bennett was suspicious of him. They had been too close once for Bennett not to be. However, Sylar had lied to so many for so long, he was not afraid that there would be any proof against him.

"Is there something you need, Noah?" Sylar asked politely.

"The Company has given us another girl to look into." Bennett informed him, handing him the familiar manilla folder. He took it with a sigh, and looked at the information.

"New York?" Sylar said lightly, though his heart sunk. He really did not want to return to New York, but he supposed he didn't have a choice. "Let me call Peter. He can look after Noah for a while." Sylar said, leaving Bennett behind him.

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Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

(I'm back.... sorry for being gone so long....)

Rose pulled out the gun from under her jacket and held it up pointing at Suresh's hooded head. He made something like a hissing noise as she pulled the trigger. But the bullet hit a garbage can across the street. For a second the redhead stood there, not knowing what had happened.

But quickly she looked up to see a figure about to bring a fist to her face. Gritting her teeth, she stepped out of the way as fast she could, but not fast enough. The fist hit her shoulder. Hard. It felt like her whole body fibrated on impact and she was laying on the ground the next moment.

Quickly she got to her feet, hand over her shoulder... but something else was there. As she pulled her hand away she also pulled a needle out of her shoulder. With wide eyes Rose looked up at Mohinder.

"You seem to hate us speciel people. Now you can become one. It's lucky for you I don't have any of the defaulty formula with me," Mohinder said, before walking on his way down the street like nothing happened.

"You b...." Rose was going to say, but blacked out before she could finnish the insult...

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Hiro glanced around quickly, seeing men in suites getting closer. There was no way they would be after him... he shood his head.
"Alright, take a deep breath," he said. Hiro put a hand on the girl's shoulder and closed his eyes tightly then opened them and they were next to central park....

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(It's cool, Eru. We all know how it feels to be busy.)

Mallory jumped up as she saw the familiar trees and grass to her side. Her breath was quick and her eyes were wide in surprise, she hadn't expected it to actually work. The man could actually bend time and space! She wasn't crazy, that made the feel quite a bit better.

"That was amazing!" She exclaimed, holding out her arms and twirling in a circle to underline her excitement.

"You did it," she said, holding onto Hiro's shoulders still in shock over the whole affair. "We were...and you...woah, I think some serious physics just happened," there it was again, her inability to form sentences due to quick thinking.

"Thanks," she finished. "We should get to my cousin's house, it's not far, come on!" She yelled already on her way down the walking path.

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Maven started setting up the various counters that other workers had forgot to get. Honestly, how hard is to put sugar packets in the holder and make sure Katsup was there? She laughed to herself, harder than she thought apparently.

Her black converse squeaked and she nearly tripped on a recently spilled drink, just managing to catch herself on the booth seat nearby.

"Just not my day," she said, kneeling to clean it up.

Normally the woman was sarcastic and as a rule hard headed, but she had to forgo all those characteristics during work hours just to keep the job. People in New York she found did not enjoy friendly sarcasm from strangers. She sighed and stood up walking over to the TV in the corner of the room and staring up at it helplessly.

'Too high,' she thought before grabbing a chair to help her with the height gap, and even then she had to stand on her toes.

She flipped it onto the general soap opera station - the only thing that was on at this time and sat on a bar stool waiting for customers to come in.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

((A zillion apologies I've been so busy I've been a bit neglectful))



Kendra smiled back at the girl, "Yeah, I'd reckon so" she paused for a few seconds, trying to find the right words to say. "Look, if you want, we have somewhere you can stay for a bit. Lay low till the agents lose your trail. I understand this is a huge thing and a bit sudden. But you'll be safe with me, with us."

"We can help you" Ando finished Kendra's sentence with a warm smile.

"I realise this is a lot to take in, you don't know us from the Agents that attacked you. But we can help you, but I understand if you want to make your own way. The choice is yours...." Kendra finished, pausing to let the girl take it all in.

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Kit sighed, "I shall go with you. Now that They know about me, I figure I have no other place to go..."

"Claude, Claude," The sound of his name echoed in his head. Then someone nudged his shoulder and said, "Wake up."

Groaning loudly, he opened his eyes, rubbing them vigorously. He then took in his surroundings. He was still in the plane only it had now stop, people were getting up and gathering their belongings. Eden was standing in the aisle, holding her bag. She said, "Come on, Claude. Time to go."

Sighing, he got up, stretched a bit, and walked into the aisle. He took his bag from the baggage hold above him and accompanied Eden on their way out. As they passed a food court, Claude looked at the stalls lustfully before he finally asked, "Wanna go for a bite?"

Eden shrugged and replied, "Sure."

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I was cured all right.

"You're doing the right thing." Kendra said, pleased the girl made the choice she felt was right to keep her the safest. "I'm Kendra" she said warmly holding out her hand, "and this is Ando" she nodded her head towards her companion.

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could i possibly join?
is this ok with you eru?

Name: Lucy Cavanah, or Maggie to Suresh.
Age: 20
Age Power Manifested: 17, a test subject for Mohinder
Appearance: Starteling blue eyes, long almost dreadlocked black hair, her back and arms have tattered magpie feathers and wings growing from them.
Power: Ability to fly useing her wings, unstable precog; meaning she sees multiple futures at the same time and cannot tell whitch is the most likely, ability to heal.
Weakness: Becuase of the multiple injections she is unable to control any of her powers, four years of fear and abuse from Mohinder have left her emotionaly unbalanced. Becuase all of her injections were of the defulty fomular they are prone to turn on her. For instance her abilty to heal can somtimes in fact cause cuts to open up on her body, though however much blood she looses she dose not die.
Hero or Villain: Neither, an abused innocent.
History: Lucy was a confidant and social teenager; her dream, to become a professional musician. Her familly think her abduted and killed. In fact she was taken by Mohinder to be a test subject; her late night practiceing depreived him of sleep. Each time her made a new version of the fomular she was his test subject along with other normals who would then be killed. She was kept alive for his amusement only. Now that he has found the correct formular he could dispose of though not kill her. But Lucy's mutations are worse than his; they make his pain bareable.
Other Skills: Classical and jazz singer

In a courner of Mohinders lab there was a cage streaching up to the ceiling high above. Half way up there was a ledge and alcove set back into the wall. Here were an asortment of old rags aranged into a nest and a colection of sparkely items. Bits of silver wrapper and wire. On this crouched Lucy, or Maggie as Mohinder called her for her magpie tendencies and wings. She worried at an open wound caused her her healing ability on her leg and sang odd snipets of opera's and old jazz standerds; constantly twitching nervousely, tears running down her face with the pain.

For four years she had lived in this cage, an amusement and test subject to Suresh for each new version of the fomular but for the correct one whitch might have healed her. A nervouse wreck due to the constant torment she suffered her own powers often hurt her and she cursed the day Mohinder picked her out to be his new test subject. At first she had longed for revenge, now she only longer for death.
But thanks to his expermiments even that had been denied to her.

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