[ On the same day he leaves a present for Royce, he leaves a silver and green package labelled "For Alfie". This one is slightly larger, but only slightly. It contains a gold pocketwatch and chain. The face- really, the exposed gears in the center of the face- have a delicate pattern of inlaid yellow crystals from Volcano Island. He'll find they glow softly when he opens the watch, so it can be read in darkness.
A small note is attached. ]
Merry Christmas, Alfie. Or Wintertide or Hanukkah, or whatever you want to call it. For me it's an opportunity to say: I'm glad you're here. -Gabriel
[ Instead of writing a response letter, Gabriel follows the request and comes by.
A light snow falls. But he looks unperturbed by it, bundled up with his knit scarf and gloves like he is. It's early afternoon when he knocks on the door. ]
Tell him what you think, the next time you see him; bread isn't easy, but he does it well.
[He appears half a minute later, carrying a loaf of bread on a platter. Setting it down, he opens one flap of his vest, letting Gabriel see that his new pocket watch is hanging inside.]
A couple. One that's just as reactive as this one, though. He has a similar special ability to mine- he could copy people's powers. As far as I could tell, though, it worked through empathy, so-
Well, I was happy to provide- if shoving him out a 3rd-floor window counts, anyway.
But like I said, he was sort of getting it. Once enough people betrayed him, he started learning how to trust his mind instead of his heart. Managed to pull the trigger on his monster of a father, which is more than I'd expected out of him.
[ Gabriel stops for a moment to just sigh, clearly trying to suss out where to even start on Arthur Petrelli. ]
He was trying to develop a drug that would give people special abilities. Like I've got, yeah? But with flying and enhanced strength instead. And then he was going to use that to make a bunch of super soldiers. Whether he was going to 'sell' them to the military or use them for himself, I have no idea.
But Arthur also tried to kill Peter a few times, left him powerless, all those things that show a son he cares. Both me and Peter were basically involved in a tug of war between his mom and his dad, and he appreciated it about as much as I did.
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A small note is attached. ]
Merry Christmas, Alfie. Or Wintertide or Hanukkah, or whatever you want to call it. For me it's an opportunity to say: I'm glad you're here. -Gabriel
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Come for tea, will you?
- A.S.
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A light snow falls. But he looks unperturbed by it, bundled up with his knit scarf and gloves like he is. It's early afternoon when he knocks on the door. ]
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[Calls Alfie's voice from inside. There's a thump against the door as Bear hurls himself against it, panting with excitement.]
Come in; it's unlocked.
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C'mon, Bear, you've got to let me open the door, or I can't get in. We've been over this.
[ He says it as he pushes the door open, ready to give Bear a proper patdown as soon as he's inside. ]
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I haven't got gifts, I'm afraid.
[He says, waving Gabriel into the living room.]
But I hope you'll share food with me. Royce baked this.
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And of course he'll share food with you, Alfie. That's not even a question. Gabriel heads into the living room and finds himself a seat. ]
Royce baked it, huh? I thought you were the baker of the house. Have you been giving him lessons?
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[Alfie says, a note of pride on his voice.]
Tell him what you think, the next time you see him; bread isn't easy, but he does it well.
[He appears half a minute later, carrying a loaf of bread on a platter. Setting it down, he opens one flap of his vest, letting Gabriel see that his new pocket watch is hanging inside.]
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It suits you. Good- I was hoping it would.
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[ He shrugs, but he's grinning- that grin is going to stick around for awhile, in all likelihood. ]
I didn't do anything for them last year, and I got some amazing things then. This year just felt right, y'know? It's been a better winter for me.
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I guess we've got a few Norfinbury first-timers this year. Peter nearly blasted a hole through me a week ago.
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[He doesn't seem to Alfie like someone who has the best judgement.]
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Doesn't take much to rile him up, does it?
[ With a bit of realization, he mutters: ] Maybe that's just how 'Peters' are.
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[ He chuckles, sounding fond. ]
He was an uncontrollable mess, for the most part.
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[ Does he look a little smug? He might look a little smug about that. ]
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[ He shakes his head. ]
Think he was finally starting to get it around when I got pulled away.
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But like I said, he was sort of getting it. Once enough people betrayed him, he started learning how to trust his mind instead of his heart. Managed to pull the trigger on his monster of a father, which is more than I'd expected out of him.
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He was trying to develop a drug that would give people special abilities. Like I've got, yeah? But with flying and enhanced strength instead. And then he was going to use that to make a bunch of super soldiers. Whether he was going to 'sell' them to the military or use them for himself, I have no idea.
But Arthur also tried to kill Peter a few times, left him powerless, all those things that show a son he cares. Both me and Peter were basically involved in a tug of war between his mom and his dad, and he appreciated it about as much as I did.
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