Sylar wasn't sure treading on Sanctuary's ground was the best idea, especially when he'd only been here with Alma before. However, the Police had been a bit more enthusiastic about chasing him after his little break in today, leaving him beneath a bit of pressure. He sped along building tops, making his way through the urban jungle like a panther through the jungle. He approached Sanctuary, staring over the building from atop it's neighbor. Though other's found the building more imposing, especially with it's golden doors, such a sight was lost on the blind, leaving Sylar with a diminished impression of it. "Guess I'll be fine as long as I don't ruffle any feathers." He whispered to himself in the dark, before taking a short run and leap towards Sanctuary.

Sylar wasn't one to just walk to the front door, instead allowing his body to hit against Sanctuary's side with a soft thud. The sound wasn't too loud, but would be heard near him, or possibly in the room on the other side of the wall. His claws sank in, holding fast against the stone. His form was dark and primal beneath the moonlight, an alien form hunting the cityscape. His tail swished about behind him, obsidian armor glinting in the light. He let one claw free of the building, moving to pull his hood snugly around his face, hiding it from prying eyes. "I doubt any officer would follow me here, I'll lay low for a bit and leave before I disturb anyone." He didn't know how the residents of Sanctuary would respond to him making use of their grounds without being a resident himself, but hopefully being a criminal mutant was enough to warrant asylum at least for the night.

He clambered up the building a bit, letting his mutant eyes gaze upon the street before the building. He couldn't discern the difference between a regular car and a police unit, but just watching for action was enough to let him judge his safety. Though he was concerned with being pursued, or angering some security guard, all Sylar heard was a lone form in the night. He looked down, turning his form and crawling down the side of the building like a spider inching down it's web. "I hope I've not worn out any welcome I might have had." Sylar's voice was calm, and unafraid, but still had a hint of caution to it. He wasn't sure how any other resident of Sanctuary would react to his unusual visit.

Syn had already done what she wanted for the night and was heading back home to her beloved Sanctuary when she stopped for a moment to respond to a text message. It was at that time that she heard an odd sound. It had a low tone like some kind of impact but nothing like metal or hard like rock. Looking up she just caught sight of a figure crawling down the side of Sanctuary.

Finishing her text and putting her phone in her pocket the Dark Queen casually approached this new figure. The hood almost instantly brought Shade to mind but that was quickly dismissed with the addition of a long black tail. “Most people would use the doors as apposed to walls.”

Sylar crept lower down the building, but refrained from dropping or descending all the way to the ground, for now he'd stay high where he felt a bit more safe. His tail swayed a bit, then came to a rest laying flat against the building. His senses took in the figure approaching him, slender and small, a woman. Nothing visually unusual about her, so to Sylar's eyes and nose she might as well just be a normal human. However if she was coming here, she was most likely a mutant. She pointed out his unusual approach to entering Sanctuary grounds. He didn't snicker, but simply responded with the same somewhat hollow voice.

"I'm not most people. Really only half a person." He said, digging his claws into the building and holding himself firmly against the side of the building. "You live here?" He questioned, unwilling to reveal much until he was certain he was telling it to someone he should be. Her casual approach was a pretty dead sign she was used to mutants, or a mutant herself. "I'm just using Sanctuary to avoid a bit of attention for a moment."

Sylar wondered if he had some unnatural nack for meeting women, considering it seemed every mutant he'd met over the past few months was female, maybe most mutants were just female, he wasn't sure. Either way, it didn't really matter to him, being blind it made interacting with women alot more straightforward for Sylar, unable to be distracted with surface appearances, and more concerned with their intentions shown through their actions and words. In this case, Sylar was able to easily observe everything about Syn, whereas she was probably struggling to make out parts of Sylar's apperance due to the lack of lightning, and his clothing purposely hiding his face and parts of his body armor.

The figure’s reply received a blunt hmph. “I can tell you’re not most people for a couple reasons. Namely clinging to the side of a building will put you into a narrowed down group of people when compared to the general public. However, being that you’re hanging onto a very specific building, you have a tail and you’re hiding from someone that puts you into a more specific group.”

Syn gave a quick glance around to see if anyone who might be following this individual might be approaching. Not seeing anyone she returned her attention to the figure on the wall. “If you’re hiding from authority figures your best bet would to be to go inside the building instead of stay out here.”

Shaking her head with a smirk on her face Syn headed for the doors. “Oh, and yes I live here.” She hoped the figure would heed her words and follow her inside.

Some ignored Sylar's abrasive tone of speech, but it seemed he might need to be a tad more friendly dealing with this woman. She was correct, surmising the obvious points behind him choosing to hold up at Sanctuary for a bit of time. "I don't know anyone else like me, at least physically." His tail fidgeted a bit, adjusting to maintain his balance at the odd angle he was holding onto the building. He noticed the woman's movements as she surveyed her surroundings, though Sylar's senses could probably tell him alot more than her vision could, at least as far as he knew.

"I wasn't sure trying to just walk in was the best plan, I've only been here with another resident once before." He admitted, though the idea of entering did mean he'd be a bit more safe from prying eyes. Sylar had broken in to just about every type of business in the past few years, and even a few residences, however after learning what Sanctuary was, he wasn't foolish enough to just stroll inside at his leisure, instead planning to simply hide out on the grounds. She turned and headed for the doors, leaving him the choice to follow or stay, his body answering as he dropped from the building, hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Sylar crept forward, keeping his body low to the ground, his movements somewhat like a cat stalking it's prey. "I guess that means you're a mutie too." Sylar often used a derogatory term for his own kind, a bad habit left over from how his parents referred to him. "If you don't mind, I guess I'll take you up on the offer." He stopped as he neared the doors, turning to gaze at the streets once more, before turning and following Syn inside, unsure of how meeting this new woman would turn out.

Upon stepping into the foyer Syn waited for the unsure sounding figure. She watched him enter the building and paid attention to his movements. He was definitely losing his more human range of motion while becoming more agile.

“If you were here before with a resident then they should have informed you that this place is a save haven for mutants. You are welcome to enter this place at any time.”

Continuing to look the new arrival over Syn thought she’d find out more about the stranger. “Do you have a name? Why do you hide your face?”

Sylar crept into the foyer after Syn, letting himself observe his surroundings again, looking for any thermals he should keep in mind, his natural urge to remain conscious driving him to still view this place as possibly threatening. His tail stayed extended outward, an outward sign that he felt the need to remain cautious. " I'm overly cautious I guess, even if Alma said the same about it being a safe place." He even tread softly at the Mansion, and that place had little to no feeling of danger. Whoever this woman was, she certainly was comfortable asking questions, showing some interest he wasn't expecting.

Sylar curled up and sat on his heels, resting for a moment as he wasn't sure where he'd go from here. "My name is Sylar." He responded, having no issue with giving his name away to this stranger, not like his name really gave any power over him since he was basically non existent in the surface world's records. She questioned his hood though, and his clawed hand came up unconsciously to pull the hood tight over his face. "I'm not the most handsome guy, in case you couldn't tell." His tail swished a bit in the air behind him, venting a bit of frustration. Sylar wasn't bothered by her question out of rage, but more out of habit. He's spent years hiding, and the face was always the part that seemed to elicit screams from those who managed to see him.

He looked monstrous both from his mutation, but also from his life style. Beneath the hood was a face bearing eyes consumed by webbed veins, a mouth full of shiny fangs, and flesh caked with filth, and hollow like a skeleton, giving him a creepy visage to say the least. "What about you? Got a name lady?" Sylar's tongue was a bit harsh, but only because the boy had a poor sense of manners.

Syn noted this new mutant’s very animalistic nature. It was something she was familiar with since she had dealt with such a talent before. “Well perhaps knowing that I’m one of the people who run this place might ease your nerves more?” She hoped it would calm him down as she didn’t want him to remain feeling uneasy.

He introduced himself and remarked to her question about his hood. “Since I haven’t seen your face no I can’t tell.” Now she was seeing how comfortable the male had become…if at all. Syn had seen many types of mutants just from being at Sanctuary. She was already expecting a not to human appearance from Sylar.

Syn raised an eyebrow at Sylar as an initial response to his question about her name. A soft sigh and a slight shake of her head. “I see we’re going to have to work on your manners my dear Sylar. That’s not how you address a lady. I’ll let that one slide since you’re new, but we’ll work on your behavior later. You may call me Syn.”

Sylar's interest perked up a bit when she claimed to be one of the people who ran this place. That meant this woman was either very powerful, or very influential, both of which Sylar could respect if true. "Really, I imagine running a home for muties must take alot of work." His posture softened a bit, his attention focusing more on Syn than his natural caution. His tail continued to hold in the air behind him, the bladed end in a position that seemed almost like saying, I'm dangerous if need be, the obsidian blade reflecting light off with a sheen.

Sylar felt himself tugging his hood tighter around his face as she questioned it. He'd probably developed a complex about it, only showing it when he wanted to frighten others. "It's partly transformed, like the rest of me. It seems it's very inhuman." He explained, though it was impossible for Sylar to ever know what he actually looked like, his blindness meaning he never knew just how monstrous he looked. His tail swayed a bit behind him.

Sylar wasn't used to dealing with people, and the last few women he'd interacted with didn't mind his lack of manners. He wasn't sure exactly how he should talk to someone in a place of authority, considering he'd never met a mutant of authority. "Er...Sorry I guess, I don't socialize much, Syn." His tone was still blunt, his personality locked into his solitary attitude and habits. "Thanks for letting me in though, I needed a breather." His thankful was sincere, though it probably didn't sound as polite as gratitude the woman was probably used to.

Sylar sniffed at the air a bit, picking apart the various scents wafting about. The smells of the building itself, faint things overpowered by the smells of the various residents. Syn's scent as well registered in his nose, meaning Sylar could recognize her from a distance in the near future if need be. "Are you a night person Syn? I thought most normal looking mutants were day people like regular people." He asked because the late nights of his lifestyle were usually vacant of normal looking mutants, unless they were up to something.

The ever present and expertly perfected smile crossed Syn’s lips accompanying a slight nod. “Yes. It does take a bit of work, but we do pretty well I think. This place has been here for several years now so we must be doing something right.” The dark woman laughed lightly.

“Partially or fully transformed you shouldn’t hide your true self. You should be proud of who you are and not be fearful.” Syn moved closer and reached out to the hood to help guide it back to expose Sylar’s face. “I have been around many various mutants. You won’t scare me I assure you.”

Sylar began speaking of his lack of socialization to excuse himself for his bluntness. While this was acceptable for the moment Syn knew that could change should he make an effort to change. “I understand. However, there are times when it’s better to speak more politely. Bluntness has its place, but not all the time my dear. I’d be happy to work with you on how to speak better if you’d be willing to learn.”

She could hear him smelling the air and associated it with his animalistic qualities. He was familiarizing himself with the surroundings and most likely herself as well. “I do enjoy the night time, but I’m not primarily a creature of the night. The day time has it’s enjoyments as well. I’m guessing you prefer the dark where it gives you a better advantage. Is that right?”

Syn had left one of Sylar’s statements for last on purpose as it warranted some investigation. “You mentioned needing a breather, but you didn’t say what from. I’d like to know more about this if you don’t mind. Consider it a bit of a security inquiry. Just something I’d like to know about in case action is required.”

Sylar had spent so much time alone underground and avoiding others it kind of surprised him to know that so much mutant culture was right here above him, accessible if he'd only looked for it. However, his nature was of a timid creature, afraid to mingle so even if he'd known, he'd probably never have acclimated to it like others had. "Impressive, I didn't know places like this or the Mansion existed until just a few weeks ago." He thought aloud in response to Syn's explanation.

She spoke of pride and acceptance. She looked normal enough, to the point Sylar had no idea what made her a mutant. However, his appearance and power had only caused him hardship, something he wasn't very proud or happy about. She moved close to grab at his hood, which caused immediate response from Sylar. His body tensed, and fled backwards from her, his tail curling up like a scorpions, a threat display. He was however, aware that he was a guest in a home not his own. After his little bit of fear, he quickly responded, leaving the hood on his shoulders.

His face was mostly human, contaminated with the black growths of his body armor on his chin and forehead, eyes webbed like the nest of some alien creature, and a mouth full of razors. "Sorry...I'm not used to being approached." He fumbled the words out of his throat. Sylar had never seen his own face, so he wasn't aware that it was only slightly mutated, more feral from his lack of nutrition and hygeine. His hair, free from his hood fell around his head like some kind of animals mane. "I don't actually know how bad it is, I've never seen it." He didn't generally think to explain his blindness, but perhaps the clue would be enough to pick up on his eyesight was damaged.

Sylar tended to keep a guard up, and usually people avoided it, or were unable to penetrate it. Syn however had been allowed a bit too close, and now Sylar felt nervous here, though he listened to her words about politeness. "I never finished school, so I'm not so good with...well manners I guess." His voice was rattled a bit, and had lost it's strong blunt tone, a somewhat scratchy boy's voice now escaping his lips.

Sylar's senses focused in hard on Syn now, her touch having popped his personal bubble so to say. He could pick her scent easily apart from the air now, but with time, Sylar could even learn to recognize various minor noises to pick a person out from a crowd or at a distance. She asked about his preferences, and Sylar guessed the night did make more sense considering his powers and form. "I'm kind of built for the night I guess. I don't work or play, I hunt and stalk instead. I've even been called a Boogieman." He said shakily, his voice still not recovering the earlier steady tone. He did however, give off a bit of the smile at the name he'd been given. He liked those names more than his actual name.

He'd nearly forgotten he'd mentioned why he had come to the Sanctuary. "Oh right, I don't get along so well with the Police. Considering I just broke in and robbed some store." Sylar had been afraid of Syn's close presence, but he spoke of breaking and entering, as well as petty thievery as if they were totally natural to him.

Watching the sudden reaction from Sylar as she withdrew his hood was a little more than she expected. She had anticipated him being shy and nervous but when his tail snapped to attention and he quickly put some seperation between himself and Syn, the dark woman merely smiled and slowly continued her approach. All the while she listened to him.

"Yes, I noticed you're not used to someone approaching you. Being on your own as you have I would imagine that you felt detached from others." Syn looked the boy's face over as she continued her slow walk towards him. "You don't need to fear me. I'm not going to hurt you. I only wish to get a better look at you."


"In regard to manners many here haven't ever been to school, but we have our own teachers who help with education. I just think manners have their place though not always required."

Stopping only a couple feet from Sylar Syn continued to examine him. "What is it you hunt and stalk? Your eyes are very unique. What do you see with them?"

The last reply from the boy received a slight nod and a soft chuckle. "You're not the only one who has issues with the Police. You're safe here."

Sylar's trust issues were strong, stemming from many instances of negative or abusive attention as a boy. Coupled with his animal like mind, his reactions were often different than what one would expect. Though generally a woman wouldn't scare somebody who could tear a car in half and throw it through a wall. Sylar took a few breaths, calming himself down. If she had wanted to hurt him or treat him poorly, she wouldn't have let him instead. Calm down Sylar, just be polite.

"Sorry...bad trust issues, it's uh, hard to turn off." He apologized, something he wasn't so good at or use to doing. Without the hood to hide it, his face was an odd mixture of features. His skin was smooth, lacking any facial hair, but pulled tight from malnutrition. Black plates and hardened flesh crept up his neck, up to beneath his ears and to his chin, and his eyes were white as snow, but covered with a spider web like mesh of obsidian flesh. A mane of messy dirty red hair grew from his head and tended to help hide all of these features usually. "Most people don't wanna look, so I like the hood." He explained his shy habit and safety blanket that was his choice in clothing.

She again spoke of manners, perhaps they were really more important to the mutant community than he expected. A minus for Sylar then. "Well I live in the sewers...I don't practice my speech much." His voice was dry with no hint of humor, that sentence was an absolute truth. The woman kept close to Sylar, examining him like an animal in the zoo, Sylar still felt uncomfortable being scrutinized, but he tried to remain still, looking back at the woman as he examined her in turn too. She questioned him about his hunting and eyesight, which were easy for the boy to answer. "Uh well I guess I'm pretty good at shadowing people to steal a meal, and every so often an animal shows up in the park and I get a free meal." Sylar avoided mentioning that often the animal he hunted was a dog, as alot of people seemed really bothered to hear you killed and ate man's best friend like they were cattle.

Sylar explained his eyesight as best he could. "Well I can see body heat I guess, all heat really. I was born blind, but when I changed I suddenly starting seeing shapes and ranges of heat. Even in the sewers everything lights up for me." Sylar's vision made his lifestyle very easy, perceiving the world in a way normal people needed special goggles for. Syn before him was a humanoid shape comprised of various hues and levels of thermal color, her core warmer than her extremities. Sylar couldn't see the sun, or the smile on a face, but he could see the warmth pumping through people's veins and the various bits of technology people were so fond of like he had 20/20 vision.

Alma had told him about the...lifestyles of the Sanctuary's inhabitants. "I was told that before, that others here are like me, with um questionable jobs." His words were a bit rattled, and his voice cracked, showing he was nervous to admit he was a wanted criminal or that he was here simply because he needed the safe house. This woman's complete confidence while interacting with him also through him off a bit. Sylar was used to the other person being a bit shaken at first with him, but Syn much have seen Sylar as just another regular mutant in her mutant world.

The boy was clearly living off his animal instincts. His mannerisms, speech and even the things he said he did all pointed to him relying mostly on his predatory side. He was apparently good at it for surviving this long on his own. However, there was always the chance the humans would figure out a way to capture him and possibly harm him.

Emerald green eyes continued to observe the black armored boy. “You are welcome to stay here with us and yes we have taken in mutants with a variety of backgrounds. You have nothing to fear here. We’re like one big family and we do what we can to take care of each other. There’s plenty of space here so don’t worry about that.”

Syn offered a residence within Sanctuary to Sylar, a similar offer that a certain member of the Mansion by the river had made. It seemed mutants really did care a whole lot more about their kin than normal people did. "It's funny kind of, as a regular person I was bullied and avoided. I turn into this and I get offers to move in here and at that big Mansion. Mutants are really weird." Sylar thought aloud, his personality unable to really process the whole idea of being kin or kind to one another the way the various mutants he'd met had acted. When you live like an animal, all that matters is yourself, it's numero uno vs the world, but this woman had only just met him and already offered him a room over his head. He really did need to start making better strides to interact with the mutant community, at least as long as they were going to feed or shelter him no questions asked.

"My previous experience with family wasn't so good, so I'm sorry if I seem...anxious. When no one else looks like you, it's hard to imagine fitting in. Especially when most of us still look like normals. If not for talking to you, I'd have thought you were a regular person Syn."

Sylar calmed his breathing a bit, letting himself get used to Syn's company so he wouldn't freak out in front of her again. "It's nice to have a place to spend the night not running from cops." He mumbled as she explained he had nothing to fear here in the Sanctuary.