WHO: Peter, Alastair WHERE: abandoned industial park WHEN: [Predated lightly for tomorrow] shortly after Peter's reemergence from the Hyperion and the Labyrinth WHAT: Something's gotta work, in six hundred abilities RATING: high STATUS: thread ; incomplete NOTES: Anyone sensitive to magic, power, things like that? There's a LOT being thrown around here.
The days had been sliced down to a matter of hours, thanks to Sarah's suggestion of using the Labyrinth. With the time differences, he'd been able to use a full week to get his powers in order. Five days to open them, slowly. The sixth to reassert his own control. The seventh, to test himself. Now he was ready.
Once outside the Hyperion, Peter teleported away, towards the industrial park where he had tried to help train Gwen. He liked this location, fo a few reasons. There was room to move, and places to hide. Far enough from people that Peter wouldn't have to worry about public safety if the demon got rough, but there were enough places to hide, enough of a maze left here that perhaps he would be more interested in hunting Peter, than looking for some easy prey.
Once there, he first made a telepathic call to Dean, saying where he was and that he was about to call the demon. Then he cut off the link, and closed off his mind. Snapped down every single barrier or opening he had. Closed the link to Nathan, the one to Sarah, until there was nothing to get in through. Then he barred off access to his memories, his fears, his regrets. Layers on layers of defenses made up Peter Petrelli's mind. Wolfram & Hart hadn't been able to break him.
Only transmitting. One part telepathy. Two parts power.
Okay, Alastair. You want a challenge? I'm ready for you.