2007-08-15: DF: Peter Petrelli Is A Lying Sack of ****

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Summary: Peter Petrelli runs into someone who's rather unhappy at him. Only she's unhappy at the OTHER Peter Petrelli and— it's complicated, damnit.

Dark Future Date: August 15th, 2009

Peter Petrelli Is A Lying Sack of ****


Destroyed Library

The city is broken. A lot of the city has been reduced to ruins. There's some areas of reconstruction, and others that— are not even started. Boarded in windows and letters warning that the buildings are condemned are more common than not— and the public building that a young Peter is moving around in just happens to be an old library. It's shattered, an almost empty husk. Windows are broken. What hasn't been boarded in, has jagged edges of glass threatening those who try to climb through. Nothing of use within the library, nothing that he wants, but he's just stepping out of the window anyway, dusting off his hands. Should've known there'd be nothing left.

—-

Just outside the building, one can hear the rattling of spray paint cans. As Peter steps outside, he'll see a somewhat familiar face. The young Filipina is most definitely older now, having lost some of her baby fat, and her soft curves have been changed into toned muscle. She's dressed rather casually,in a black tank top and a pair of snug fitting jeans, but it seems she's making a mural of sorts.

he mural shows two caricreatures: Peter and Nathan Petrelli, holding hands, looking as evil as can be. They both have devil's horns, and Peter's caricreature did have a halo that was displaced by similar horns. It shows them looking over a chessboard in the shape of the United States, along with the words..Petrelli's way of progress. It's a really large political piece..or at least it would be, if the words underneath that, in a patriotic red, white and blue wasnt..

Peter Petrelli IS A Lying Sack of Shit

Of course, there's a smelly said sack next to it. She's letting out her frustrations in the only way she knows how. Through street art..

—-

What the— that's definitely not what Peter expected to see when he came out the window. Of course, he'd entered from the other side. Peter Petrelli is a Lying Sack of Shit? And the statues that have been made definitely draw his eyes. The report on Sylar's not-death has reached his ears, so he can imagine it has a lot to do with that, but the sight of the young woman with the spray can— he recognizes her, vaguely. It's been a long time since they saw each other — well— months. And she's changed more than months could account for.

From the sight of her art, he's deciding to back away and avoid this confrontation. He should have raised invisibility first. Instead— a small tremor begins to shake the ground, centered around the young man just outside the shattered window of the library. A tremor that she can easily control and handle, but it will make slipping away unnoticed difficult, right?

—-

The young woman is more in tune with the earth than before and the slight tremor definitely catches her attention. She pauses, wrinkling her nose alittle as shequirks a brow and looks around. She takes a deep breath, trying to figureout the epicenter of the tremor as she calms it down with her own abilities. Has another terrakinetic manifested? Who knows?

"Who's there?!?" she calls out, sounding..pissed.

—-

With her strength, calming this tremor is nothing— it's no where near as powerful as she could create. All it causes is dust to settle before she snuffs it out. Peter's backing into the window, and catches his hand on a piece of glass as he steps through it. Not all the glass has broken out all the way. The wound starts to heal over as he flinches, and finally turns to face her, "Afternoon, Agent Salonga." The other him also calls her Salonga, but there's something softer and nicer about this young man's voice— something younger— less jaded— warmer. Even more than when they'd first met.

—-

"Havent been called that in a while.." she admits ruefully, letting out a soft chuckle under her breath as she runs her fingers through her hair. She wrinkles her nose, peering curiously towards him as she cants her head to the side. "Going for the clean cut look now? Think it'll help you get along with your brother? Well..I guess I cant say I'm not surprised, considering you've been lying to us all these past two years.." she says, her tone quite bitter. With that said, she works on her mural once more..

—-

"I…" Peter can't help but flinch. He's been getting more and more used to this mistaken identity, and the hatred and anger that comes with it, but there's definitely something off-balance about this particular meeting. They hadn't really liked each other back in the past, but she had attempted to help with Elle's situation when she was mindwiped. "I haven't been lying," he says finally, looking directly at her. There's truth in his eyes. "I don't know what he told everyone, or what happened— because I'm not him. I'm travelling through time. I'm from before all this happened." So— he hasn't been lying to anyone the past two years because he hasn't lived them yet. …And is he going to just tell everyone about this time travel thing?

—-

Time travel. That definitely catches her attention and peers over him once more, wrinkling her nose the entire time. "Then..get in your DeLorean and make sure you kill Sylar this time. He's done too much already, and the fact that he's still alive..well..do it right. God..you're such a tool..you are from the past.." Claudine grumbles while rolling her eyes a bit as she continues working on the mural.

—-

The tool. Yeah, Peter recalls being called that more than once. However, there's determination in his eyes when he steps away from the building, the wound on his hand healed over already by this point. The blood's still fresh, but it's not bleeding anymore. "I can stop all of this— and him to." Stop him. Kill him. Can he kill him? That's one thing he's not quite as determined about, but… he keeps moving closer, eyes shifting towards the statues. "They're very well made— looks a lot like us." Though the him that stands there, with the horns, happens to have a ponytail. A short stubby ponytail, but still. And a trench coat. Both of which this one doesn't have. He's actually, somehow, managed to not see any pictures of himself yet. So he's interested in looking at it. "I heard you were here— Jane mentioned it, I think," he adds on, still looking at himself. The EvilHim. "She mentioned that— that Sylar murdered your sister." He sounds quiet, sympathetic, and then, he does look away and look at her, "When did that happen?"

—-

Claudine pauses and looks over towards the mural and nods, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "I was a studio art major..it was my other one other than biochemistry. I'd probably be getting ready to graduate if it wasnt for all this mess.." she says, motioning to the ruins surrounding them. She sighs and takes a deep breath, calming and centering herself as he mentions a few painful memories, and she simply nods.

"He killed her. May 5th, 2007." she says firmly and resolutely, sounding more than a bit bitter about it. "I wouldnt be surprised if he was the reason my older siblings were killed. The Company performed tests on them..all elemental abilities as well. I know only my eldest brother is around, and he's apparently a hydrokinetic.." she says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Sylar and K-311E were the only reasons I left the Company. All this..well, it's what we were trying to prevent.."

—-

There's a wince. May 5th. "I'm from after that…" Peter says reluctantly. Changing something that has already happened… he's not sure that's possible, honestly. What would that do to him? Would he disappear? Would everything… mess up? Playing with time is not something he thinks he's good at. "I heard she could use wind— and that it made it look like Sylar could have been responsible for the tornados." It makes sense, but— there's other things he knows about that make that difficult to accept. It's not all Sylar. "…K-311E?" What's that? "What did Sylar have to do with the Company? Weren't they trying to catch him? Kill him?"

—-

"We were. At least I thought we were.." Claudine says as she wrinkles her nose and with the flick of her wrists, two seats rise on up from the dirt and rock, one for her, and one for him. "Looks like you gotta find out a lot of stuff the hard way.." sighing once more as she eases on down and crosses her legs to get a tad bit more comfortable. "Oh..by the way..dont marry Kate. If something's gotta change, make sure you change that." That was..random.

—-

Find out a lot of stuff the hard way— well— time travel isn't exactly easy, but he nods. Peter won't ask her to betray the company, but the hint that Sylar and the Company might have had a connection… this leaves something to ponder. But her advice makes him blink. "I— I'm not in love with her— and when I go back and change things— I'm not sure I ever will be." So in some ways, that's already changed. He's in love with someone else entirely— and he wants to fix things with her if he can. "So you control the earth?" he asks, looking at the sculptures again quietly.

—-

"Present day you..or is it future you from your perspective..all this time travel makes my head hurt.." she admits ruefully as she scratches the top of her head a bit. "Well, he's an idiotic fool. He's a telepath yet he wont read his wife's mind. Idiot I say. He wonders who's leaking information. Well duh..it has to be his wife who's like BFF with Herr Presidente.." she says rolling her eyes in annoyance once more. "So yeah..dont marry the bee.."

Then at the question, she shakes her head as she's sitting in a chair made of rock. "Um..are you like master of the stating the obvious?"

—-

Wince. At what she says about his wife and the President, and the whole BFF thing… Peter doesn't seem to like the sound of that at all. But he doesn't know what happened there, and he doesn't know what went on between the three of them yet. And he doesn't really wish to ask, either. There's just some things he doesn't want to find out at all, hard or easy. Which is why the earth controlling question is so much easier to bring up. "Well it wasn't a question I expected you to answer no to. I'm sorry I can't help your sister— but I'll do what I can to make sure that… that Sylar gets the punishment he deserves this time around." Killing? He's not sure he can, but—

—-

"If you read the news, your 'wife'.." she says with fingerquotes, "Likes to hang around Herr Petrelli. That is the leak, with like a HUGE duh.." Claudine says with a soft sigh under her breath as she continues leaning back in her chair as she looks him over. "Oh, and when you do get back..tell me to make up with the family. I.." and she pauses looking away for a few moments.

"I never got a chance to explain Marilou's disappearance to mom and dad. And from what I hear, they're all..gone now.."

—-

The carrier pigeon through time gets another message to give back, and just like all the others, Peter nods and agrees with it. Family is important to him, so the request to make up with them is something he'll listen to. "I'll tell you." She may be Company, and in some ways he may not trust her with information like who has abilities and who doesn't, but that's something he can do— tell her to reconnect with her family. His mission is to save the whole world— but making the world a better place might require some little changes as well as big ones. "I should get going— I want to try a couple more libraries before it gets dark and the patrols start…" It's not near night yet, but travelling in the city without cabs takes time.

—-

"You cant teleport around yet? Oh..that sucks." Claudine says with a soft chuckle under her breath as she just shakes her head, sighing once more. "Look..my advice to you is..dont be a tool. You have to KILL Sylar. That's the only way all of this can change.." she says firmly and resolutely. "And..you might have to kill your brother. I know you probably cant do it here and now, but just remember that this will happen if you dont. History is in your hands, so dont fuck it up.."

—-

"Not yet," Peter says, but then there's a flinch at her further advice. That's never going to be taken well. He's not even sure he can kill Sylar. How can he possibly kill the one person who matters most to him in the world? He can't. "There has to be a way to stop this without becoming a monster myself." Stop the monsters without becoming the monster. That's the plan, that's what he needs to do. "I'm going back, and I'm stopping the storm, the tornados, and that will stop the war, which will keep all of… all of this… from happening. Might stop them from knowing we exist at all. And then… the President won't be as he is." His brother. Things will change. And maybe he'll still have to kill Sylar. He's not sure. There's a pause, before he turns away and starts to climb through the rubble towards the street again. Flying would be faster.

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