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Let me know how that works out for you.

So far? Not at all.

[Sigh.]

Sorry.

I'm dealing with the very real idea of living on the back of a giant turtle soon. I think I need to try and give her a phobia of shells or something.

Well that sucks. But as far as places go? I've been worse.

Yeah? Where?

There was this place with tentacle monsters right out of some Asian porn flick.

[He's lying technically. He wasn't there, but someone he shares headspace with was.]

Oh and this space station run by a sadistic computer making us run experiments.

[.... Wellp.]

Turtle-world isn't so bad after all.

Yeah, piece of cake. Unless you're allergic to lichen or algae or whatever the fuck.

Allergy-free here.

I guess it's not really the place. It's the people.

Or, person.

Ex-boyfriend?

[What? She looks like the type with lots of ex-boyfriends.]

[Nope Luke, only one ex.

The idea of Sylar as an ex, though. She looks appalled at the idea.]

No. No, god no.

..He killed my parents.

Oh shit.

[Um. Sorry. He's kind of impressed. That smirk...is kind of weird. He's really not a nice kid, Claire.]

Well I dunno...either that sucks or you got lucky. I wish someone killed my parents.

[Or maybe Sylar was right. And not wanting his mom to die by his hand was just a preconditioned response. Who the fuck knows.]

[.... Wow. Uh. Claire stares for a second.]

No, not lucky. [A beat.] I mean, they were my birth parents, I didn't grow up with them. They weren't perfect people... Or, really, even good most of the time, but. They didn't deserve to die.

[Nathan kind of did at one point tho. >.>]

I guess yours are pretty messed up, huh.

They're dead too. [a lie. At least he thinks so. Who knows. His dad ran off when he was little but was still sending checks. His mom-- Well, maybe she ended up running off too. He never did get back to Newark.]

But seriously, it's better without parents. You sort of just said so yourself. You didn't really know up but they were jerks, right? That's sort of everyone.

But you just said... [:/]

[There's a hardness growing in her eyes now, narrowing, watching him.]

I wouldn't say better.

Either way, Sylar's the last person I want to be stuck there with.

I said their dead. Not that someone killed them. [Just pointing it out there. And he's about to point something else out when she says one name that makes him feel all sorts of horrible things.]

Sylar?

[It's sort of love-hate. To Luke, Sylar was sort of like an older brother. Maybe sort of like a cool younger dad your widow cougar of a mother starts dating, not like the string of drinker jerkwads his mom had coming around sometimes. Luke wanted to be just like him, right up until Sylar left him in the diner.

For a long.

Long.

Time.

Long enough that Luke's ashamed of himself to admit that he'd waited until his tongue swelled and he stopped having to pee before leaving. What? Kicked puppy syndrome, yanno? He just wanted a friend. Sylar ditched him.]

Sylar killed your parents? Why? Could one of them tell when you were lying?

[....

Claire stares.

How does he know Sylar? And why, and how does he know about the lie detection?

Oh man. Claire gets closer. Confrontational, in a way. Eyes bright with intense curiosity and worry.]

You know him? How?

Okay, so like you know Harry Potter? Well I was the guy that lived.

[He's being dramatic.]

We hung out a few times. [He shrugs like it's no big deal, like name dropping 'Sylar' is cool.]

[No that's her title. :|]

You "hung out."

You mean, he didn't take your ability. Probably because he didn't want it.

[Share a little, Claire. Don't be so selfish. You didn't grow up the only child from a broken home like Luke did!]

Didn't want it? Sister, believe me, he wanted it.

[Uh--]

Maybe I was just cooler and more useful than your lame ass family.

[No. No sharing. Nope. XD]

What is it, then?

[CROSSING ARMS. Raising eyebrows in a challenge.]

[Oh, Claire. Don't challenge him.

Well. Too late. He's already trying to find plastic on her. Buttons? Cheap bracelets or earrings? He'll melt some of her hair, that'd do nicely. What do you feel warming up huh?]

[SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS.

SHE'S A GROWN ASS WOM- Okay maybe a very short sorta adult-ish young woman. :|

Claire takes a teeny, half-step back, waiting for something to happen. The trouble with not feeling pain is that she doesn't notice her bracelet is melting into her skin.

It feels warm, weird.

She looks down and jumps a little at the sight of it, the pink plastic bubbling and searing her skin. Claire looks alarmed, a little .. grossed out. Uncomfortable.]

Oh ugh ew. Stop.

[Claire then grabs at it, pulling it off, taking skin with it, the tips of her fingers burning with the hot material.]

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[Well now it's Luke's turn to be somewhat horrified, though that is, honestly, something that becomes fascination within moments. People usually freak out about plastic melting into their skin way before this girl did and-- ]

Uh. Maybe you should get a band-aid--

[Excuse him for being not so compassionate, though he does look worried. This could get him into a lot of trouble.]

Okay, fuck, stop that! You're taking skin with it!

[She grimaces, more at the grossness than anything. She doesn't stop picking it off.

Of course, her skin heals back perfectly within seconds. The burns, the cut, the peeled skin. All flawless.

Only a smeared fleck of blood between her fingertips and a smudge on her wrist remains.]

[Hope you don't mind people all up in your space, Claire, because Luke's right in it a moment later, grabbing for her wrist. ]

You heal too?

[Claire tenses when he touches her but she doesn't outright move away. Just looks up with a blank expression.]

Yeah.

[Her gaze darkens, become more intense. Then she glances to the side, away.]

I healed first.

[If you catch her drift. :|]

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[It might take him a minute but yep. He gets it. Hand smeared in her blood, Luke lets go and takes a step back. He wipes his hand on his trousers. ]

What's that like? To die I mean...?

[She's glad he moves back. She was just about to lose all tolerance for the closeness.

Even though she does enjoy the look people get when they realize what she is, what she can do, right now she's talking about what Sylar did to her. It puts a damper on things.

Claire eventually raises her gaze to him again, then pauses, blank-faced, before she gives a half-shrug.]

Everything gets dark. You stop feeling things. Then, uh, nothing.

[A beat.]

He didn't kill me when he took it.

[Narrower go the psychopath-in-training's eyes. ]

How do you survive getting your head cut-- Eww. Like Hannibal.

[He wishes he got to see Sylar kill someone.]

So you must be pretty messed up, huh?

[Yeah, Luke, she had her doubts about you before. Her gut-feeling something-is-very-wrong-with-this-guy warning signs. Now it's just more solid.]

Says the guy who thinks it's cool to "hang out" with a serial killer.

[She withdraws, crossing arms and hardening expression.]

What I don't get is why he was with you. Did you go watch him slice open people's heads like some fanboy?

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[Its a good question and Luke's never once figured it out. Not once. He had Sylar's dad's location but then he came back for him at the diner and might have kept on going with him if not for Big Jim's Fuck You Very Much and Fries. ]

I saved him.

[Kind of. He didn't know Sylar could heal at that point. ]

And I guess I'm good road trip company. But I didn't see him kill anyone.

[Which is actually true.]

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Saved him?

[Weird.

Weird, weird- No.]

No, you must have had something he wanted.

If I did he would have taken it and left me.

[Mister Cool is becoming less than icy at the moment, eyebrows furrowing. It had started off with Sylar wanting something and ended up a failed apprenticeship. ]

Or killed me. Hey, maybe I was the emergency food supply.

[She breathes out, crosses her arms.]

Okay, fine, whatever.

I just find it really hard to believe that he'd.. Just hang out with you. That's not Sylar.