Peter Petrelli (
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Entry tags:
against the grain of dystopic claims
Who: Peter (
askedtobe), Gabriel (
gabriel_gray) and YOU
When: Today, afternoonish
Where: Around sector four, some random park.
Summary: Come give doggy!Sylar cuddles.
Warnings: .... cuddles?
[ It had been nearly a full week since Peter had found out that Sylar could shape-shift into a dog, and admittedly, he knew the dangers of taking him out in public. The dangers namely being whether or not Peter could manage to keep it together if they happened across anyone he knew who might want to give his new dog Gabriel a pat on the head or two. Peter wasn't exactly known for being all grins, and it would be seen as odd if he cracked up every time somebody gave Sylar a hug.
But that was half the point; being seen in public together, a start of something far more. The beginning of not having to lie with every single word he said. Granted, this was just lying in a different sort of way.
However dangerous, Peter gladly took the opportunity to put Gabriel on a leash and head out the door for a walk. But he didn't exactly stay on a leash for long as they headed to a park in sector four, Peter tossing a ball in his hand as they went. It's not like he actually thought Gabriel would run away, but he didn't know how much doggy instinct had been instilled into his transformation. And admittedly, he was kind of curious to see. Which was exactly why as soon as they hit the park, Peter reeled back and gave the ball a gentle, well-practiced throw. Just to see what would happen, if anything at all. ]
[ ooc; two things! one; feel free to run into P&S on the way or in the park.
two: for those that do reply to this log, be aware that being around Peter means he can sponge up your character's ability. for those who don't know, he doesn't steal abilities, he simply mimics them. but if you don't want this to happen, please do let me know and we can work something out, as i'm not in the habit of trying to make peter have everyone's ability. ]
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When: Today, afternoonish
Where: Around sector four, some random park.
Summary: Come give doggy!Sylar cuddles.
Warnings: .... cuddles?
[ It had been nearly a full week since Peter had found out that Sylar could shape-shift into a dog, and admittedly, he knew the dangers of taking him out in public. The dangers namely being whether or not Peter could manage to keep it together if they happened across anyone he knew who might want to give his new dog Gabriel a pat on the head or two. Peter wasn't exactly known for being all grins, and it would be seen as odd if he cracked up every time somebody gave Sylar a hug.
But that was half the point; being seen in public together, a start of something far more. The beginning of not having to lie with every single word he said. Granted, this was just lying in a different sort of way.
However dangerous, Peter gladly took the opportunity to put Gabriel on a leash and head out the door for a walk. But he didn't exactly stay on a leash for long as they headed to a park in sector four, Peter tossing a ball in his hand as they went. It's not like he actually thought Gabriel would run away, but he didn't know how much doggy instinct had been instilled into his transformation. And admittedly, he was kind of curious to see. Which was exactly why as soon as they hit the park, Peter reeled back and gave the ball a gentle, well-practiced throw. Just to see what would happen, if anything at all. ]
[ ooc; two things! one; feel free to run into P&S on the way or in the park.
two: for those that do reply to this log, be aware that being around Peter means he can sponge up your character's ability. for those who don't know, he doesn't steal abilities, he simply mimics them. but if you don't want this to happen, please do let me know and we can work something out, as i'm not in the habit of trying to make peter have everyone's ability. ]
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Not to mention, Peter was kind of enjoying seeing just how deep the transformation went. He highly doubted Sylar had much control over some of the things he was doing, and it was kind of adorabe.
Watching the dogs for even longer confirmed it: that was the dog who'd shown up with Midna after he and Sylar had killed Robin, after Batman and Sherlock left. It was making this infinitely more interesting, Peter's curiosity officially piqued. ]
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His tail fell very still, and he lowered his head, coming just a little closer as though he could get a better sniff, and then the man on the bench moved and he shot off like a rocket, adrenaline powering his highspeed gallop back to Peter.
He shot around him, froze with all four feet planted in safety, and looked hard at Mercy again. He barked, and it was all instinct and a little bit of fear. ]
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Which meant that he was in a lot of damned trouble.
Mercy huffed out her sides in a sigh, and looked up at her chosen patron for the day. An arthritis swollen hand leaned down and ruffled her ears.]
Go on and play, pretty one. I'm headed home.
[Mercy watched the old guy leave, surprised he'd survived the winter. Then, she scratched her ear and trotted over. Instead of bothering with the dog, she jumped up lightly on the bench and looked at Peter. She knew him, and right now she wanted an explanation.]
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C'mere. [ Hands going to either side of Gabriel's head, Peter ruffled up his fur comfortingly, smoothing back his ears and leaning forward to go nose to nose with him. Shooting Gabriel a quiet, calm, telepathic 'Relax' he looks back up just in time to see the other dog come trotting over... and then give him the most intense stare down he's seen a dog give in a fairly long time.
Peter stares back for a few, long seconds, his hands still moving slow through Gabriel's fur. ]
I know you. [ Finally speaking blatantly, words directed to the other dog, Peter's not entirely sure what to make of this yet. Nor does has any idea anything's been asked of him. ]
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Something strange was happening here, and with Peter's hands in his ruff he could think a little more clearly again. It felt so much better.
Was this proper dog behaviour that she was showing? Sitting there and looking at Peter rather than him? He wasn't sure, but it didn't seem right. His tail flicked once, uncertainly, and he looked back up at Peter. ]
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She turned her attention back to Peter. Yes, he did know her. She sat down and scratched at her neck, causing her tags to jingle. Tags that read: "Freya; Owner: Mercy Thompson."
She glanced at the dog again, leaning forward and sniffing at Peter, rather than the dog. Definite mingling of scents there, and something else... Now, what was it?]
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Which didn't truly explain the odd behavior, but explained the interest, at least.
Holding out a palm towards her, Peter tipped his head, unsure of what exactly was going on besides... well, sniffing. But it's not like he had any reason to go divulging certain tidbits of information. ]
You really should tell Mercy to keep a better eye on you. [ Peter was teasing; Mercy kept an eye on her pets almost better than anyone he knew, and Peter turned back to Gabriel, almost instantly looking brighter as he scratched at his head. ] Because I don't let you out of my sight, do I.
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Right. Strange dog bad.
Tired of being ignored he stepped forward, putting his front paws up on the bench and leaning in toward her. It really was an odd smell. Maybe... Not a proper dog smell? Was that it? He barked at the offensive smell. What are you? ]
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Back off, puppy. I'm the big dog here.
She didn't like being backed by another dog, which would be why she never backed down from werewolves.
Just the smallest of growls escaped her. Don't. Test. Her.]
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He just wanted Peter to know how odd all of this was, but without telepathy of his own he was reduced to communicating only with his body language, and right now that meant hiding.
There was something strange about this dog-not-a-dog. ]
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Tipping his head to try to catch Freya's attention, he kept a hand on the top of Gabriel's head at all times, scratching gently. ]
Hey, it's okay. Nothing's gonna happen. Mercy trusts you enough to let you go where you want and-- [ Ruffling up Gabriel's fur, making the point that he's speaking about this dog here. His dog. His. ] -- he's mine. I trust him.
Give him a chance, yeah?
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The other dog wasn't used to pack dynamics, that much was certain. She huffed out another sigh and jumped down trotting around the other dog and Peter.
Time to start teaching some lessons. She picked up the abandoned ball and dropped it in Peter's lap.
Well? Let's play... and teach the other dog how to be a dog.]
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Watching as Freya dropped the ball into his lap, he grabbed it as he stood, taking a few steps back away from both dogs. ]
Ready? [ He knew he didn't have to say it, that it wouldn't matter one way or another, but he took another step back before finally pulling back with a well practiced pitcher's arm and threw the ball towards the opposite end of the park. ]
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He turned a quick circle, and jumped back, and then shot a wary glance at Mercy as though expecting her to snap at him for being too energetic, but then Peter was throwing the ball, and instinct made him chase it at once.
Movement. Something to chase. ]
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Something caught her attention away from the ball. RABBIT!
Mercy tore off into the trees and growled when the rabbit burrowed down into a hole. She pawed at it, but nothing she could do would get the rabbit back up.
Dammit, looked like she was cooking dinner tonight. She really wished she didn't have to. Mercy glanced around and sighed, then trotted back to where she'd left the other dog, and then back to Peter.]
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Similarly, there was just something appealing about watching dogs behave like dogs. And in all truth, he'd always liked dogs more than cats.
When Freya went veering off after who knows what, it left Gabriel to catch the ball, and Peter was already kneeling back down before he could turn tail and come back, wiggling his fingers in preparation to give Gabriel his reward. ]
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He threw his head slightly down and hurried forward, defending the ball with his shoulders as he rushed back to Peter and pushed the ball into his hands, giving the other dog the stink eye out of the corner of his own. His ball. His Peter.
His tail disagreed with his jealousy. ]
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She ran with the big boys. A little shifter like him didn't bother her at all.
She let out a soft yip, almost like a laugh and waited on Peter to throw the ball again.]
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Good boy.
[ And with that, Peter pressed a kiss to the top of Gabriel's head, breathing against his fur for only one second before ruffling it up and standing again. Giving a nudge to Gabriel with the side of his leg, he didn't give a warning this time as he drew back and threw the ball hard, hoping there wouldn't be a fight wherever it landed. ]
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He shot off, a streak of black across the park, using his new legs to propel him at breakneck speed, and missing the ball by almost five yards as he raced past it. His head went under his front paws, nosed turned back toward the ball, and he threw himself rolling sidewards over, feet splaying underneath him as he tried to keep his balance, but something snapped as he crashed over, and he let out a loud yelp of surprised pain.
By the time he pulled himself shakily upright the rib he'd broken was healed, but by then all sense of dignity was gone, and he was left to shake himself off as though it were nothing. The ball was forgotten, pain having severed the cloudiness of play until everything was sharp and clear again. It was hard to remember what he'd been doing before he got hurt. ]
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But then he was up. Not even werewolves healed that fast. No, she didn't like it at all.
However, she just picked up the ball again and then dropped it in front of the pup. She nosed it toward him carefully and then walked over to lend him her shoulder - even though she was only thirty-odd pounds - to get back to Peter.
Something wasn't right, but she wasn't going to let him suffer for it. Not like that.]
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Nor could he just stand there when for all the world it looked like his dog had just broken a bone. Even when Freya, in an act that made Peter's heart warm, offered Gabriel the ball and a shoulder to lean on.
With a quiet, worried sigh that he kept to himself, he began to walk so he could meet the dogs in-between, not entirely sure if Gabriel would still be broken or not by the time they met somewhere in the middle. ]
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Okay, that wasn't so bad. Didn't taste great, but it felt normal. He looked apologetically at Peter when he was finally close enough, and leant down to roll the ball across the grass toward him with his nose. He wagged his tail just once, ears flopped, face all apology and curiosity.
His healing power had held--apparently it didn't matter the shape of his body. But otherwise his mind was the mind of a dog. It made sense that telepathy and his other powers floundered, considering that. ]
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Because she wasn't sure she was the one that should. She'd been taught by werewolves. They weren't exactly gentle with the teaching at times either.
She sat next to the other dog and looked up at Peter. Well, throw the ball, human.]
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Crouching down to the two dogs, Peter once again ruffled up Gabriel, fussing with his ears as if he could get them to stand up all over again. Some scratching under the chin and behind the ears, and Peter was scooping the ball up up, Freya's intent stare telling him to get a move on. ]
Ready? And Gabriel maybe this time, try putting on the breaks, huh. [ Taking a few more steps back to give them all some more room, Peter threw the ball again, his eyes on the dogs instead of wherever the ball might land. ]
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