[ He really, really has to take a few hours to calm himself down before he responds to this one. Brainwashing, there was brainwashing-- Manny wasn't in control of himself, and he couldn't have helped it any more than anyone else could've. If he wanted to get far here, he had to play nicely with people, and he'd been doing a decent job of that for the most part. ] [ But it would feel so good to lash out, and it would be so damn easy. In the end, he makes no effort to stop himself from doing so, and he doubts he'll feel all that guilty about it later. ]
Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say cult? I dunno! Little hard to pick at this point. [ Vasquez is absolutely not above taking the shot. ] If you really want, you can march your ass on down here so I can make this a real special chat, just for you. Even things up a bit, y'know? [ Right now? He's tired, still kind of confused, and if he's completely honest, he doesn't think he wants to see Manny's face so soon, even if it is with the express purpose of punching it. Maybe in a few days, when he's had the time to think about things and make himself angry all over again. ]
[ Okay, that was easier than he expected. Vasquez scowls down at his tablet, almost wondering if it was a trap. Either way, it's going to take Manny a few days to get anywhere, and that gives him time to prepare just in case. ]
Right across from the grocery store. Come on down! You're the next contestant on having a bad time. [ He gives a humorless chuckle, although it doesn't last long. ] Don't worry, I'll keep the building all nice and warm for when you get here. It's the least I can do.
[ On one hand, Vasquez wants beating the shit out of Manny to make him feel better. It would make sense! He could just break the guy's nose and be done, and that would (not) be the end of it. On the other, he...almost get it, a little. The mind control hadn't left much wiggle room, and technically, it was someone else pulling the strings. There was a better target out there, albeit a hidden one. ] [ With a muffled sigh of disappointment, he leans back, settling against the wall. It would be way more productive to fight the people actually responsible for it, wouldn't it? That, and Sylar knew his face-- was it worth picking a fight with Manny's friends, too? ] [ Dammit. ]
Just, fucking-- Look, we can talk. I...think. It's not gonna be that bad, probably. [ Doubtfully, but he might put in a little more effort than none to make sure it isn't. ] No promises, though.
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[ But it would feel so good to lash out, and it would be so damn easy. In the end, he makes no effort to stop himself from doing so, and he doubts he'll feel all that guilty about it later. ]
Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say cult? I dunno! Little hard to pick at this point. [ Vasquez is absolutely not above taking the shot. ] If you really want, you can march your ass on down here so I can make this a real special chat, just for you. Even things up a bit, y'know?
[ Right now? He's tired, still kind of confused, and if he's completely honest, he doesn't think he wants to see Manny's face so soon, even if it is with the express purpose of punching it. Maybe in a few days, when he's had the time to think about things and make himself angry all over again. ]
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Of course.
Where are you? I think I'm still near the school.
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Right across from the grocery store. Come on down! You're the next contestant on having a bad time. [ He gives a humorless chuckle, although it doesn't last long. ] Don't worry, I'll keep the building all nice and warm for when you get here. It's the least I can do.
[ On one hand, Vasquez wants beating the shit out of Manny to make him feel better. It would make sense! He could just break the guy's nose and be done, and that would (not) be the end of it. On the other, he...almost get it, a little. The mind control hadn't left much wiggle room, and technically, it was someone else pulling the strings. There was a better target out there, albeit a hidden one. ]
[ With a muffled sigh of disappointment, he leans back, settling against the wall. It would be way more productive to fight the people actually responsible for it, wouldn't it? That, and Sylar knew his face-- was it worth picking a fight with Manny's friends, too? ]
[ Dammit. ]
Just, fucking-- Look, we can talk. I...think. It's not gonna be that bad, probably. [ Doubtfully, but he might put in a little more effort than none to make sure it isn't. ] No promises, though.
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Whatever you want. I'll get there as soon as I can.