The Roof, After Sunset

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew had spent most of the day cloaked in shadows, walking about the island and thinking of how pathetic his life used to be. "I shouldn't have come back. Attending the reunion was a foolish idea."

A dark and disembodied voice answered him back, saying in a drawn-out whisper, "But speak the words and Master will be away from here. Time and space are nothing to Rubicante."

"No," Andrew replied. "I'll play out these memories -- see what lies at the end of this little cosmic hoax."

"Ut vos votum," the voice replied.

"That's right. As I wish." Andrew spoke a few guttural words in a language long dead and the shadows lifted, taking the source of the voice with it.

He stood there, aged but a little, and looked out over the island. To those who can sense such things, even the air about him seemed to ripple with dark malevolence.


[ooc: Roof open! Feel free to chat up the Andrew.]

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[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter was still in a lingering emo thoughtful mood. So he headed up to the roof to get away from it all.

He was surprised to see an adult there. "Um... hi?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew looked the kid over. "I recognize your face," he said. "But I'm afraid your name has been lost over the years. Not that it matters."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Nice to see you too," Peter said. "Who are you again?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew had long since stopped using his given name. In the wrong hands, like his, a name can be a powerful thing. But it was the past and distantly so in his mind. "Andrew. Andrew Wells," he said. "And yours?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Peter Petrelli," Peter said. He folded his arms and took the situation in. Really there was only one logical conclusion. "Fandom's going nuts again, huh?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"It would seem so," he replied, turning to look out over the island. "Twenty years in the future, I'm supposed to be attending a... reunion." He said the last word with obvious distaste. "The island is nothing if not surprising."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Guess we can be glad there is a 20 years in the future," Peter pointed out, ever the optimist.

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Blackheart found his way to the roof. He rather liked it up there- it offered an impressive view of what the surface world had to offer. And tonight was no different. He was quite prepared to perch on the rooftop, overlooking the island below.

Just a small sample of all that would one day be his.

If only that pesky other source of dark malevolence wasn't there spoiling his moment of basking in his evil plans.

He looked over at the individual who was sharing this malevolent moment with a raised eyebrow.

"Good view."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I've seen better," Andrew replied, not turning around to look at the boy. He knew who it was. Even dampened as it was here at Fandom, that kind of power was easy to sense.

"Enjoying yourself, Blackheart?"

[way-black.livejournal.com]

"I haven't," Blackheart replied, an underlying sense of frustration bubbling up in those words. So much more to this place, and here he was, stuck on this pathetic little island.

He returned his gaze to the view of the island.

"I suppose I should know you?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you should," Andrew replied. "I haven't forgotten you. I've kept tabs on you over the years, the best I could. Lesser beings will tell you anything with the right persuasion."

He turned towards his little sib. "I haven't grown that old in appearance, have I?" He had a demon servant that made sure of that.

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Blackheart pried his eyes off of the view again to take a look at the one talking to him, that ever-raising eyebrow of his doing so yet again.

"Andrew." No, he really hadn't changed too much, had he? The aura was somewhat different, but outwardly he was rather recognizable, after all. "Keeping tabs on me, hm? Have I been up to anything interesting?"

A smirk graced his lips. He was hoping for something simple. Like world conquest, perhaps. Hell on Earth would be nice.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep it to myself. No need to get you all disappointed about the future before it has gotten here."

Andrew smirked, "It still cracks me up, thinking of you here, taking classes, working in a clothing boutique."

[way-black.livejournal.com]

... Well. That was somewhat less satisfying than 'world domination' might have been.

Blackheart scowled somewhat.

"Passing the time in a clothing boutique," he hissed, deciding that, no matter how useful his big brother here might be, he distinctly did not like him once that 'grown up with a mind of his own' stage hit.

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze stopped short when he saw the goth-like boy. What was he doing here? He thought that Blackheart had been defeated after that whole fight at San Venganza. He levelled a hand to point at him.

"YOU."

It was a statement, a marker of surprise, and a threat all in one.

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Blackheart glanced over his shoulder to face the somewhat angry looking mortal who had just addressed him.

No, the somewhat angry looking rider who had addressed him.

Well, it hadn't taken long for his father to send one of his toys to the island after all, had it? But Blackheart didn't seem terribly concerned.

"It's rude to point, Rider," he stated, smirking somewhat.

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze lowered his hand but didn't take his eye off the other boy.

"What are you doin' back up here, Blackheart? I thought your Dad dragged you back down to Hell after that last fight."

He hoped that Mephistopheles wasn't around somewhere. He really didn't want to have to face the guy who owned his soul again for a long, long time.

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Clearly, this particular rider was delusional. Or from the future. Some twisted, very unlikely future that Blackheart refused to consider was ever going to happen.

Because he was never going to be bested by a Rider.

But, rather than protest, Blackheart gave a dismissive shrug of his shoulders.

"I'm just that resilient," he stated evenly.

Riders. How cute.

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze eyed him up. He still didn't have a huge amount of experience with demons, so he couldn't tell if Blackheart was lying or not. Still, since the demon didn't have a soul, there wasn't a lot the Rider could do to hurt him. And since he and Blackheart had gone to school together here years and years ago (Gerard? How stupid had he been back then?), he didn't want to create a ruckus.

"So, what're you doin' here?" he asked instead. "Tryin' to steal a contract?"

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze wandered his way up to the roof. It was after sunset, but he still much preferred to have open sky over his head, no matter what the demon in him thought.

He nodded to the man already up there in a distantly polite way. "Hi."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew frowned. Something about this one set him on edge, but he didn't worry. When you can summon an army with a few simple sentences, you didn't worry about much.

"Hello."

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

There was something in the air that set the Rider on edge, but Blaze ignored it for now. The sun was down, they'd be okay if it had to come to that.

"You like lookin' at the stars too?" he asked, as a way of making small talk.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"It's pointless to gaze upon that which you can't control," Andrew responded.
"I keep my sights a little closer to home. For now."

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze shrugged. "I like 'em. I like to think that even though there is so much you can't control, there's still hope somewhere out there that things'll get better."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Well that's very... cute of you," Andrew rolled his eyes. "So, you were a student here, too, right? Did we know one another?"