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Noah Gray [Heroes AU] (sonofsylar) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-06-05 01:29:00

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!closed, noah gray, robert bishop

WHO: Bob Bishop and Noah Gray
WHAT: An accidental meeting.
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Apartment Building C; Main Lobby
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Although the conversation with his mother's father (there was no possible way he could look at the man and think 'grandfather') was interesting, Noah knew that he needed to get to his parents before it got to be too late. The streets apparently weren't safe. True, he could typically take care of himself, but if this was the Apocalypse - something he could easily believe given the level of crazy that tended to take place within Colligo - he would rather not be out any later than he had to be. If it got to be much later, he would end up waiting until morning.

Heading out of his apartment, pocketing the key along with his PDA, he took the stairs to the Main Lobby. He wasn't such a fan of elevators. Too easy to get stuck inside. Stepping through the doorway leading out of the stairwell, he glanced around as he began moving toward the nearest exit from the building. He realized he wasn't alone and almost didn't think twice about it. Until he realized who it was.

Bob Bishop. In the flesh. Noah tensed ever so slightly but his expression remained unchanged. Neutral. His gun was easily within reach if he needed it. For now, though, he would play nice.

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pushalittle
2010-06-05 06:00 am UTC (link)

Bob had been unsure how to adjust to an environment where he wasn't in control. The few privileges that he had been able to grasp in the Company had reassured his otherwise extensive lack of control, and finally being placed in charge -- next to last on the chain of command -- had provided him with far more stability and reassurance than he had had in a long time. To suddenly be without that left him groping for some type of grounding, and yet, he had only found unfamiliarity and confusion as he had interacted with those that he found familiar and those that her found unfamiliar.

The fact that his own daughter was rejecting him, a woman that had grown up so desperate to please him that he had thought sometimes that she would never be able to walk away, was far more unbalancing than he had ever thought that it would be, and as he stood in the lobby of his building, having left his apartment because of the sheer claustrophobic tendencies it had provoked when being saddled with all of this at once, the only thoughts that had shifted through his head had been whether or not he truly had any place here or not. If he was just as unwanted and out of place now as he ever had been, perhaps there was no point in speaking to anyone or making any attempt. Bennet had already clearly poisoned his daughter against him, and from there... Well, where was he supposed to go?

Glancing away from the paintings hanging in the lobby when he sensed he wasn't alone, Bob tensed briefly as he realized exactly who had joined him. It wasn't a face that he was familiar with in any other circumstance, but the pictures on the network had provided a decent image, at least. And for someone that had thought that he might never have grandchildren, it was an unsettling experience to be face to face with one who was very nearly as old as he last remembered his daughter being.

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sonofsylar
2010-06-05 06:12 am UTC (link)

To be honest, Noah had never given much thought to Bob Bishop while growing up. Although one of his namesakes, the man had died before he was even born and therefore wasn't someone that he had missed in any major way. However now that he was face to face with him, he found it difficult not to at least take advantage of the opportunity presented. Yes, Bob wasn't the greatest guy in the world, but he was family.

"Let me guess," Noah broke the silence first. His voice was quiet, his tone a dry one. "Your apartment is in this building too." It wasn't a question. He already knew what the answer likely was going to be. His hands slid into the pockets of the light jacket he wore and the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward.

"I'd say I'm surprised but I'm really not."

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pushalittle
2010-06-05 06:39 am UTC (link)

Bob had to admit that he was a little surprised by the tone as well as the vague amusement that seemed present. Amicable, even if dryly, was not exactly what he had expected to be presented with, but it seemed as though a lot of what he had expected recently certainly wasn't going to be what came to pass. Quirking an eyebrow slightly at the last statement, Bob couldn't help but be at least a little bit interested in what was being implied.

"I'm assuming yours is as well?" He asked, turning slightly to face Noah as he paused, giving him a slow look over. It wasn't hard to see a reflection of Elle. In his stance, his features, and more than anything, the attitude that he seemed to exude. It was odd, but he certainly wasn't complaining. "Ironic coincidences common place, then?"

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sonofsylar
2010-06-05 06:55 am UTC (link)

Noah just replied with a look that all but screamed 'of course my apartment is in this building'. He didn't see much point in wasting his breath on saying something that should be rather obvious. Instead he let his hands fall from his pockets so his arms could dangle at his sides. It was a bit odd, but this was probably the least intense conversation he'd had with someone in person in weeks, considering all he'd been dealing with back home.

"I told you, this place likes to screw with people," he stated after a pause. Noah shrugged lightly and added, "You almost get used to it in some weird way, after a while." His gaze flickered briefly to the doors leading outside. The streets seemed almost deserted compared to how they'd been the last time he'd been to Colligo. If he hadn't already been told something was going on, he likely would have realized it just from that fact alone.

"Of course, the world might actually end this time around," he said as his attention focused back on Bob. His eyes shone with a sardonic humor. "In which case, you won't have to worry about... well, much of anything, really."

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pushalittle
2010-06-06 08:29 pm UTC (link)

Bob turned, glancing out the doors and onto the streets with a thoughtful frown, before his attention moved back to Noah. He'd heard a few rumors since arriving about the end of the world being nigh, and while he had experience more than enough 'end of the world' scenarios to last anyone a lifetime, the idea of the actual Apocalypse happening was something that was far beyond his grasp. "And the point in ending the world in a small enclosed space would be...?" He asked, trailing off with a frown before looking back at Noah. "It seems like a waste of energy."

Exactly how many were even here, anyway?

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sonofsylar
2010-06-06 08:43 pm UTC (link)

"You'd have to ask Lucifer that one."

The reply was stated in the same dry tone that Noah typically said most things. He gave a faint shrug of his shoulders and the corners of his mouth quirked upward a bit further. "And yes, I know exactly how crazy that sounds but that's what I was told and I don't see my parents deciding to suddenly start lying to me over something like that."

His own gaze flickered to the doorway once more before he settled back on Bob. "I do know, even if they're wrong, something is going on out there. Just walking down the street feels almost like..." He paused, head tilting a bit to the side and his forehead creasing as he tried to come up with the right word.

"A trap," he finally settled on. "I keep half-expecting the Claire from my reality to be waiting around the corner with a bullet that has my name on it."

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pushalittle
2010-06-06 09:29 pm UTC (link)

Confusion creased Bob's forehead as the words Claire and bullet in the same sentence didn't make much sense without the words 'in the back of the head' included as well. The clarification perked his curiosity as well, and if there was one thing that Robert had always been it was curious to a fault. So walking away from something that left him wondering exactly what had provoked the words was hardly going to happen.

"And the difference between the one you know and the one here would be?" Bob trailed off, figuring that the answer would be something along the lines of murderous psychosis. But try as he might, he couldn't picture it. Noah's daughter was too much of a shrinking violet. Even when angered, the teeth that she had were far more legal (thank you Daddy and Granddaddy Dearest) than violent.

"Forgive me if the image doesn't settle."

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sonofsylar
2010-06-06 09:50 pm UTC (link)

One of Noah's eyebrows arched upward ever so slightly at his question. He supposed he could understand the confusion and disbelief. After all, the Claire that was here - and especially the Claire that Bob knew - really did not fit the description that Noah had just given. Not even close. Which was one of the reasons that Noah didn't have a personal grudge toward that Claire. She seemed nice. Kind. Caring. Essentially all of the things that he had been told the Claire from his reality had once been.

Yet none of that knowledge erased what he felt was legitimate, justifiable hatred toward the woman who had made his life back home such a living hell every chance she got. Still. Trying to explain the difference wasn't easy, even for him. Not because he didn't want to besmirch Claire's good name but rather because he had never really stopped to think just why the one he knew was so vastly different from the one here. So with a thin shrug, he did his best to offer an educated guess.

"I'm guessing you mean aside from her dyed brown hair and penchant to shoot anyone who looks at her wrong?" He gave a small shrug. "I'm really not sure. I know she's convinced that anyone who doesn't side with Pinehearst is the enemy." Pulling his right hand from his pocket, he tugged up his sleeve enough to reveal a small scar just below his elbow. Twisting his arm around a bit, there was a slightly bigger scar found there.

"Considering the last time she and I crossed paths, I wound up with three bullet holes in me with this being the mildest of them," he said simply, "I've never really taken the time to ask her why." He tugged his sleeve back down and once more stuck his hand back inside his pocket. His gaze never once wavered from Bob. "Best I can figure, the major difference is that the one that's here never went through the formula going public. She never had to deal with Peter getting labeled a terrorist or her dad deciding to help my dad regain and keep control over his ability. She's not... broken, like the one I know, and I hope for the sake of everyone here that she never gets that way."

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