Who: Peter Petrelli and Pyramid Head What: Wanting answers Where: Streets of LA When: Midday. Rating: PG Status: thread ; COMPLETED
Peter wasn't certain how to go about looking for the Red Pyramid Thing. Niki had tracked it down when she wanted answers. Peter had a degree of clairvoyance, but it didn't seem to help him hone in on a creature that was more a collection of concepts than a physical being. In the end, he had to search another way.
It was slow, and tedious. Empathy was a harsh ability to use. Emotions were such raw things, and trying to read them while not letting them affect you was a bit like trying to go scuba diving without getting your hair wet. It took about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before Peter felt a blank spot in his senses. Blank. Void of feeling.
Even if it wasn't the man-thing he was looking for, the silence was a relief. Peter dropped down from the skies, invisible, and there it was. Twenty feet away. I've got a bone to pick with you, he sent to the creature, still invisible. You feel like ignoring me again?