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24 November 2010 @ 03:54 pm
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Peter turns on the heel of his foot quickly. Okay, he was trying to use Hiro's power at Claude's behest but this wasn't where he was trying to go. At least he's been here before and he knows what to expect with a sigh he starts walking down the street toward the coffee shop.

"At least no one is likely to throw me off the roof here."

[ooc: have a mid s1 Peter]
Claire Bennet: [peter] is my favorite uncleautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 01:49 am (UTC)
"You get used to it," she responds with a wry kind of amusement, nose crinkling. Being able to talk about it with someone who actually knows what she's going through is still new to her, and she's planning on taking full advantage of it. "I guess that makes us even, though, huh? I mean, you saved mine first." It's probably a little juvenile to put it in those terms, but considering how much she's got on her plate to deal with that's way above her maturity bracket, she figures it's only fair to even it out like that.

"Manipulating time, what does that mean? You're like your own personal Delorean or something?" She stops herself, placing her palms flat on the table and scooting her chair back some. "Sorry, I … the interrogation isn't really fair, I know. Do you want something to drink or anything? I just really like having someone to actually talk to about this, it's … no one else really understands."
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 02:08 am (UTC)
That makes him chuckle a little. "No. It's fine. I've been trying to talk to my brother about it. I'm pretty sure he's one more conversation away from putting me in a mental institution. The one guy I can talk to is a cranky British guy who's been invisible for the last decade. Maybe longer."

His eyes meet hers, still amused. "And no. He's not my imaginary friend." If he were telling Nathan this, he'd be much more serious about it. "Let's get something to drink then we'll both talk about it. You can tell me more about the healing. I can tell you more about everything." He catches one of the waitress' eye and signals her over to order coffee, a piece of pie and whatever Claire wants.
Claire Bennet: [smile] thinautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 02:27 am (UTC)
"At least you can try talking to your brother about it, I mean, my dad would rather pretend it doesn't exist at all." And her mom and brother don't even remember what happened. There's a brief flicker of sadness in her smile but she quickly diverts her attention to the waitress and asks for hot chocolate and some equally over-sugared pastry. By the time Peter's the center of her attention again, she's managed to go back to pretending she doesn't have to worry about the family situation.

"How weird is it that I've gotten to the point where invisible is easier to believe than imaginary friend? I mean, that guy at Homecoming, the things he could do, and you too, I just …" She shakes her head. "It kinda makes you think anything's possible, you know?" A certain degree of excitement twinkles in her expression as she sits forward some, fully invested. "I have so many questions."
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)
He echoes her excitement because while part of this has been a nightmare, there's a huge part of it that is everything Peter used to dream about when he was a little kid. Peter is getting to be a super hero and what little kid reading comic books didn't want to be a super hero when he grew up.

"Yeah? I bet I've got close to as many. You go first."
Claire Bennet: [smile] well you knowautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)
That makes her smile and she can't help but shake her head a little.

"I don't even know here to start," she admits. It's the first honest admission she's made since blurting out to her dad that it wasn't luck that saved her at Homecoming, and it feels good. It takes her a minute, but she give him a prying look. "What's it like? Flying. I mean, it's not like I've never been in a plane before, but …" But, this is different. That much is obvious.

"And how'd you find out what you could do? I mean, have you always been able to, or is it a new thing, or … You said your brother is the flying guy, right? So, can your whole family do things?" It brings up an interesting question about her own family. Her real family. Sure, the Bennets are as average as they come, but her real family has to have some similar biology. The one that the Haitian was telling her about right before she showed up in Roanoake.

The mother she'd been trying to find. But, if Peter's an empath and his brother can fly, what does that mean for Meredith Gordon and what Claire might have found in Kermit, Texas? She bites down on her lip, racking her brain for answers that she just doesn't have.
Peter Petrelli: I believe I can flymybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 03:52 am (UTC)
It's nice to talk about this to someone who's interested and excited. "The flying the thing I wanted to do the most. It's--" he stops because he doesn't know how you explain flying to anyone. "Amazing. I'll show you if you like. If you trust me." Really the risk is minimal. If the crash they'll both heal.

"As far as I know, it's only me and my brother. My dad died several months ago and I don't think Mom can do anything. I found out about flying because I started having dreams about flying--I think that's another power but I don't know who I got it from or how to control it--I tried it, stepping off a building one day and I fell. Nathan flew up to catch me. After that he and I were arguing. He kept telling me that I'd imagined him flying. I'd just gotten lucky. I was angry because I knew what I'd seen. I wasn't crazy and all of the sudden I was floating in the air without thinking about it."

He takes a sip of his coffee when it comes trying to order his thoughts and form questions as well as answers. "Can you stop the healing? If you wanted to hide what you can do from paramedics or something. Can you just make it stop?"
Claire Bennet: [pain] that kind of hurtautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
"That sounds great," she replies quickly on the subject of the chance to fly, her own thoughts moving along a similar line that even if he did lose control or find that he couldn't do it properly, they'd both be fine. Other than that, though, she just shuts up to let him explain and listens intently, gearing up for her own return explanation.

"Stop it? No. I mean, if I can, I haven't figured out how to yet." Claire shrugs a little bit, biting down her tongue for further questions until after she's answered his. "But there is one thing. Say for instance I break something." She looks around for something to make a kind of diagram with but finds nothing. Looking down at her empty hands, she gives a kind of shrug and then exchanges a glance with him. Why not, right?

After making sure that nobody's looking too closely at them, she wraps one hand around her opposite hand's pointer finger and cracks it, grimacing at the feeling but biting down on her lip to keep from vocalizing the pain. She lays her hand on the table for him to see, the middle of the joint bent at an awkward angle where the break is.

"It stays broken until I," while she speaks, she picks her hand back up off the table and uses her other to slowly pop the bone back into place, cringing at both the sensation and the cracking noise, "put it back to how it's supposed to be." Once the bone's back in place, she holds up her hand. The bruising that had been around the break heals up first, and then the swelling goes down, indicating that the bone itself has sealed back in the appropriate structure. She flexes her fingers.

"That's all though, I think." Except for the spot in the back of her head, of course. That's not really coffee shop talk, though, and it's kind of different. The morgue and Brody aren't really the kind of things she wants to touch on ever, regardless of how relevant it probably is to Peter knowing what he can now do.

"So, this dreaming thing." She prompts quickly to make sure and stop herself from brooding on it any longer. "Is that how you knew to come find me? Did you dream about me, too?" It sounds more vain and self-important out loud, but Claire doesn't seem to notice. They're both pretty regular traits for her, anyway.
Peter Petrelli: Huh...mybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
He doesn't flinch much at the way she breaks her finger. Any horror from her doing that to herself is replaced with curiosity. "That makes sense. When I tackled that guy off the roof, my feet were pointing the wrong direction. I put them right and they healed quickly."

The back of the head would be relevant but it's something he'd rather her skip and not brood over as traumatic as it is.

He shakes his head at her question. "Hiro told me about you. He said I had to save the cheerleader. Then there's this guy who can paint the future. He painted one of you running up the steps from someone then he painted one of me that night at your high school." He pauses because he knows this part sounds crazy. He gnaws a bit on the edge of his lip.

"I was dead in the painting."
Claire Bennet: ✓ but i'm a cheerleader.autophoenix on November 26th, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)
"But, you're not dead now." Duh, Claire. She shuts her eyes, looking like she realizes how stupid that sounds and shakes her head a little. That whole lack of filter thing can be kind of embarrassing at moments like this. "I mean, if he paints the future, shouldn't he paint it … right? You lived." It doesn't exactly make sense, and even for the girl who can survive a woodchopper, painting the future seems like a stretch.

"He really painted me?"
Peter Petrelli: I believe I can flymybrothershadow on November 27th, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
"No but the paintings just show snap shots rather than the whole picture." He doesn't mind. He's just really happy to be talking to someone about this who isn't threatening to put him in a mental institution.

"Yeah." And then he pauses because admitting Isaac painted her is one thing. Admitting he painted her, dead none the less, is more awkward. "I--sort of painted you too. I borrowed Isaac's power because he was having--he couldn't finish a painting. I finished it and you were...his painting was better."
Claire Bennet: [neutral] drinkingautophoenix on November 28th, 2010 10:19 am (UTC)
"You painted me," she repeats, a slow and subtle smile working over her lips. Sure, he made it sound like it's a bad thing, but she can't help being a little flattered and amused that she's important enough for that. "Can you still do it? The painting, I mean. I know you mentioned you were trying to get all your powers under control …" Assuming he can't control one probably won't get her anywhere, and neither will the inverse, so she decides it's better left as a question.

The waitress comes back with their order and Claire gives her a thankful smile and a nod, sipping her cocoa and keeping her eyes intently focused on Peter. In five minutes he'd already made her realize that she still has a lot to learn about the world around her, and the world this stupid ability is forcing her into.
Peter Petrelli: smirkmybrothershadow on November 29th, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)
"I don't know. I haven't tried since." He thinks about it, brow furrowing under his bangs. If Claude is right--if evidence of his other powers are right--he doesn't need Isaac in the room. He doesn't need one of Isaac's half finished paintings. He just needs to have a vision about the future.

"I'm not sure how to trigger it. Isaac always got high to trigger his visions. When I painted you, he'd already started the painting. I just looked at it and saw the future then finished the painting. When Claude was teaching me he was more concerned with powers that would keep me alive immediately." Like healing, flying and turning invisible.

Once the waitress is gone, Peter takes a sip of his coffee then glances over his shoulder. This is showing off a little but he can't help it. She might be the only person in the world he can show off too. "I can control this though."

With a little bit of concentration he goes entirely invisible, coffee cup still held an inch or so above the table.
Claire Bennet: ✓ shit just got real.autophoenix on November 29th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
The cocoa mug nearly slips out of Claire's hands when he disappears, but she catches it in time and manages to only spill a little on the table, immediately grabbing a napkin to clean it up. The shocked look on her face doesn't budge, though, and she just keeps staring at where she knows Peter is, wondering how it can be possible that it looks like he was never there.

"Oh my God!" She blurts it out because she's not really sure what else to say, but her surprise slowly turns to a disbelieving kind of laughter, looking more at ease than she's ever been. "And you learned how to do it just from being around that guy?"
Peter Petrelli: [Claire] hugmybrothershadow on November 29th, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)
Peter fades back in once she laughs and shrugs a little at the question. "Sort of. He had some very...capitol sort of ideas on how to get me to use my powers. They worked at least. I figured out that I have to think about the person I got the power from. Or at least that helps me."

He takes a sip of his coffee and tries to decide whether his next words are going to sound creepy or not since he's so much older than she is. "Just before I hit the ground after Claude threw me off the building, I thought about you."

Why the hell he didn't think about Nathan he has no idea. Okay well he has some idea. Ideas that include pretty and blonde but he's not saying that. It would be creepy then.
Claire Bennet: [peter] makes a good bedautophoenix on November 29th, 2010 06:35 am (UTC)
It's impossible to hide the flattered look of surprise at that and she tries to dismiss it with a chuckle. Unfortunately, that's about as helpful as trying to hide it and eventually she just ducks her head a little.

"You thought about me. You were plummeting to your death -- why me?" Slowly, she looks back up at him, appearing genuinely confused. "I mean ... I'm just a cheerleader."
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