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When; Tonight
Rating; Starting at PG-13 for blood.
Characters; Sylar (

fireismyblood), anyone in the square who wants to show up.
Summary; Archer comes to Sylar's aid after hearing about his need for a healer. Sylar rejoices in his choice of wording.
Log;

It'd been a very long day for Sylar, although he wasn't sure the fight at Kirby Plaza should count, at this point. Who knows how long he was down in that storm drain., after all? It mattered little, here. He just knew he was bleeding out, and he could only telekinetically hold his wounds together for so long. Eventually he would have to sleep.

Luckily, the people here seemed very helpful.

Sylar slumped on the park bench he was sitting on; he knew he looked positively wretched. The katana had gone clean through his midsection, giving him two wounds to deal with, and a whole mess of internal bleeding. He felt weak, weaker than he had in a long while. Too much of his blood was outside him, splattered across the black hoodie and trenchcoat, smeared across his face. He needed help-- and then maybe he could gain a new ability. It would be nice to not have to worry about this in the future.

Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he'd even be able to take some of these people's abilities. They worked so differently than he'd ever seen before. Well, he'd deal with that when the time came- he was certain he could figure it out.

He waited for Archer, staring at the water spray of the fountain with a blank look on his face.

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Archer leapt from one rooftop to the next. The streets were too crowded an indirect of a route to take and if the man on the network was seriously wounded, every second counted.

Heavy boots landed on the ground with a thud as Archer crouched down, absorbing the landing with his whole body. He could see the fountain from here and the buildings had thinned out enough that he needed to walk.

There was no doubt about who it was that he was supposed to heal. The man was sitting on a bench and looked like he was about to die at any moment. It was amazing that he wasn't already dead.

"Show me the wound," Archer said as he approached the man, not wasting any time. Steel grey eyes stared intently at the wound in the man's stomach, visible even behind his hand. The cut looked clean, which was good, easier for him to repair. For not the first time since coming to the City Archer was glad that his armor and coat didn't stain with blood. It was going to be messy.

[ooc: Archer looks like this in case you weren't sure: http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Bradwick/?action=view¤t=s1134453577.jpg]

Sylar moved slowly, shifting from his somewhat hunched posture and pulling his hand away. The wound itself wouldn't have been nearly as serious if he hadn't kept moving. He figured using telekinesis to hold it in place would help a great deal, but still- all that walking around pulled on already-ripped flesh.

"He got me clean through," Sylar says, his voice far quieter than he'd like. He makes a small gesture with his hand towards his back- it's as much as he can do to point out the fact that he has a rather sizable hole there, too.

"Do you think you can fix it?" He instantly regretted saying those words, but he couldn't do much about that now.

[ooc: Thank you! And if we're swapping pictures....the one on the right (http://heroeswiki.com/images/4/49/Sylar_using_tk_in_isaac%27s_apartment.jpg) is Sylar right now (he likes black, okay?), plus lots of bleeding.]

[ooc: Yeah, I've seen him, I love that show. He's one of my favorite characters.]</small.

"You should be dead," Archer said as he looked at the wound. There should be more blood, a lot more. It really wasn't all that surprising though, considering the types of people that ended up here. It might make healing the man a bit trickier, but it could be done.

"But, yes, I can fix it," he added. "I'll need you to stand up and take your shirt off though. And if you naturally have any organs in the wrong place you should tell me now. I'm going to put everything back together as if you were a normal human. I will use your own tissue so it will be a genetic match and there is no fear of rejection, but I'm going to put it all back where I know it goes."

The last thing Archer wanted to do was rearrange this man back together and find out his liver was on the other side of his body. In the City you could never be too careful.

He really wasn't looking forward to standing, but the anticipation of seeing something new overtook any hesitation he might have otherwise had. He did use the little bit of concentration he could spare on telekinesis to help himself upright.

"You're going to make my cells regrow themselves?" he asked curiously. "I don't have any abnormal physiology."

He grunted as he shrugged off the trenchcoat, feeling the dried blood pull of his back. He unzipped the hoodie next, and then there was still the t-shirt. For once, he hated the fact that he wore so many layers.

The shirt wasn't going to go easily, and he wasn't sure he could bend his arms all the way around to get it off. It was a tough decision- ask for help or reveal his telekinesis? He eventually decided on the TK, raising his arms and letting the shirt glide up on its own accord.

What was left was a rather infected looking stab wound, dried blood smeared around it at irregular intervals. Sylar winced as a cold draft hit it. "There."

He watched as the man began to remove his layers of clothing, trying not to think about what the movement was doing to the wound. Archer would have just cut the clothing away, but suddenly causing a knife to appear in his hand might startle the man. Just when he was at the point to offer a helping hand with getting the shirt off, the man used some sort of magic to cause the shirt to lift of. He cocked an eyebrow inquisitively but didn't say anything.

"Not exactly regrow," Archer said. "I'm going to rebuild the ones you have so that they are all back together. It's not true healing, I can merely alter things on a subatomic level. In my world it is called Tracing, a more common term is alchemy. Now long still..."

Archer activated his magic circuits and began to knit the man's flesh back together. Rearranging living tissue was not an easy thing, even with magic, but years of practice and a thorough knowledge of human anatomy allowed Archer to do it. His brow furrowed in concentration as he worked, not bothering to speak. When he was done though, the only trace of the wound was the dried blood smeared around the area.

"There, how does that feel?" he asked.

He watched carefully as Archer rebuilt his tissue, concentrating at least as hard as the other man was. This- this was what he'd tried and failed to do with telekinesis. He was able to hold things together, but there was nothing to help him put back together what was missing.

Tracing...alchemy...new terms, and he knew he'd be seeing that. He could tell what Archer was doing, but there were still a few pieces missing from his knowledge. If he had some more time to watch it, he could figure it out, but...

Sylar touched the former wound, feeling how perfectly knit together the new flesh was with the old. Then he looked up to Archer; his eyes were wide and sharp as he attempted to look into the man himself, figure out what it was that made him able to do this. "It feels fine. Like I'd never gotten stabbed at all. Thank you."

There was only the briefest pause before Sylar moved onto his own questions. "What did you use to replace the missing tissue? How did you do that?"

"You're welcome," Archer said with a nod. The man seemed almost transformed from the nearly pitiable state he was in early. It was a relief for him, he was worried that the man might not make it, despite his efforts.

"You were bleeding internally quite a bit," he explained. "I used as much of that blood as I could, becasue it's already a genetic match and to eliminate the danger of the bleeding. After that I merely used the molecules in the air around us. Had you needed anything more, such as a limb replaced, I would have had to use the mass of something more dense."

Archer rather enjoyed explaining things like this to people. He remembered his conversation a few days ago with Winry and their discussion of metalergy and nervous systems. The Servant hadn't realized how pleasant talking about things like that could be when it wasn't all centered around death or destruction.

"I cannot guarantee that I got all of the infection, so I suggest you find antibiotics to take for a few weeks just in case."

Sylar nodded. He had still been staring- he finally stopped to stare at his shirt and jacket, which picked themselves off the floor and into his hands. He redressed quickly. He was fairly impressed with how much better he really did feel.

"That was amazing," he said earnestly to Archer. "Is that something someone like me could learn? This...alchemy you were talking about? That is what you're referring to, changing air into human tissue?" His head tilted as he asked- the movement almost resembled a bird's.

Archer watched as the man’s clothes picked themselves up off the ground and settle back on him. Telekinesis was not something that he had seen in the City before. Even in his world, where magic was possible, he had not seen something like that. Only in his pocket reality did Archer have an ability like that.

“Unfortunately it is an ability that is specific to my world,” Archer said. “Or at least my version of it. It requires something called a Magic Circuit to do, which are innate… abilities that people have. In my world more magic than this is possible, but I lack the proper Circuits.”

The man’s curios nature was refreshing to Archer. All too often new residents of the City were belligerent and demanding in their desire for knowledge.

“I know that others in the City have similar abilities that might not require these inborn talents though,” he said. “There is also a woman that sells Runes, which can grant extraordinary abilities to people. If you would like, I can give you her network ID sometime, Mr…?”

Innate. Just the word Sylar wanted to hear.

He smiled at Archer, and it was a big, awkward smile, taken directly from when he'd been imitating Zane. "Sylar. Gabriel Sylar. And I'd like that very much, thank you."

He's planned on attacking Archer as soon as he felt better, but clearly he still had a lot to learn. Definitely a better idea to observe for a short while. "I never thought of rebuilding a wound like that. These Magic Circuits, they sound very interesting. Are they all based around transmutation of some sort? Oh- and the Runes. Do you know what those are? Ah-"

He managed to look sheepish and apologetic. "I'm sorry, I'm asking too many questions. This is all so new to me, and...well. I'm impressed, I guess is what I'm trying to say. And I don't even know your name, I just realized. What can I call you?"

"You're welcome Mr. Sylar," he said. The man's smile was awkward and almost... naive. It reminded him of the smile of a young man he had known long ago. Such a stupid boy that had been.

"And please, just call me Archer," he told the man. He found it odd that Gabriel had to ask, since he had already called him Archer once, but it was understandable. It sounded more like a title or a psuedonym than a proper name. Of course, it had really only been a title at one point...

"And the questions are quite understandable, the City is a strange place. I don't mind answering your question," Archer replied. He was glad for someone to talk to, most people were put off by his stand offish manner.

"But no, my ability is the only transmutation type. The others deal with manipulating energies and the like. As for the Runes, I'm not sure how they work, only that anyone can use them, regardless of the world they are from and the effects are permanent. They grant you immunity to poisions, increased damange when attacking, things like that."

"And someone just sells these?" That really was almost offensive. No, it was offensive. At least the abilities would be appreciated, but who knows if people would use them to their full potential. Or perhaps only the rich could afford them, and that struck him the wrong way, too. "I imagine they're fairly expensive....they must be, or everyone would have them, right?"

He shook his head. He'd gotten a little too sharp with his last statement, so he needed to soften up his acting. He swallowed and looked to Archer again. "Well, anyway, it's good to meet you, Archer. Thank you for your help. I don't think I have to tell you how much I needed it. I wasn't sure if I could trust anyone, and the first person I talk to saves my life..." He nodded appreciatively.

"Yes, they sell them," Archer said, nodding. "Although not like you think. Money here is worthless. You can pay for food and clothing with the rocks from the ground. I have not attempted to purchase any Runes, but imagine they would cost something in the way of a favor. Those are the true currency of the City."

It was true, if you wanted anything of value, you had to be willing to gives something in exchance, whether it be something only you could create, or your very life. Archer had little to do with the more petty dealings of the City so he didn't know what sort of things people were trading for today. He preferred to just spend his time with Hotaru.

"And it was good to meet you as well Mr. Sylar, I'm glad that I found you before you died. And it's wise not trust anyone until you know more about them. I suppose if you were dying though, you are in a unique position not to care all that much. Do you need help with anything else?"

Sylar seemed to think about that for a minute, his mouth hanging open. "Ah...no, I don't think so. Saving my life was plenty for one trip, I think." He gave the man another rather stupid grin. That's right, nothing to worry about from this guy.

"Thank you again. Oh-" He held up a hand in something of a 'wait' request. "I don't suppose you know the way back to New York City? Or maybe a good place to rest? If there are inns that'll take rocks as payment, I should be set...."

Archer nodded, understanding that Gabriel might not want to impose on someone further who had just saved his life. Archer made a mental note to look out for the man on the network and make sure that he had everything that he needed. Before he could leave though, the man had one last request.

"No, there are no inns," Archer told him. "And there is no way back to New York City. You are trapped here until the City either lets you go or you are one of the very, very few who finds a way out."

He knew that the man probably wouldn't believe him, he hadn't believed it himself at first. After a while though, everyone came to realize it.

"As for a place to stay, you can move into any of the empty apartments."

Honestly, Sylar does not mind this City in any way, shape, or form. Being trapped is slightly worrying, but this place seems fairly large, and it held far too many wonders for him to be truly concerned.

A new start might be just what Sylar needed.

Still, he gulped, looking disturbed by this new information. Too polite to really bring it up, he merely said, "Really. Any of the empty ones? Maybe I'll start there, then. Go out searching once I've gotten some rest."

Turning, he looked up towards the fountain, pensive. "Thank you for the welcome," he murmurs.

"That would probably be best," Archer said, again nodding in agreement. For all the man's timidity, he seemed to be taking it all in stride fairly well. Of course, being able to move things around with your mind might help you feel better about any situation. And as far as Archer knew, this sort of thing happened all the time where Gabriel was from.

"And again, you are welcome, I was glad to be able to help," he added.

Normally, Archer didn't do this sort of thing, but lately he had been trying to get out more, meet more people. Help them. While he wasn't going to bend over backwards to help someone, certainly it didn't cost him much to help this man and he had likely saved his life.

"If there is anything else I can help with, please let me know," Archer told him.

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