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Who: Lelouch Lamperouge 001999 & Sylar soundlikemurder
Where Around the mansion, somewhere.
When: During the memory event.
Rating: M, because most likely, blood will be spilled.
Summary: Sylar and Lelouch play their own little game of "Hide and Seek" after this short chat.
the Story:
Despite keeping his cool under the surveilance of this Sylar who was on the other side of the conversation, Lelouch was, quite frankly, in shock. That, and amusement. Of all of the memories that could've been ignited, it had to be that one. The one memory that no one wanted to remember -- at least not from his world, and the way Sylar reacted, something like that wasn't healthy for anyone.
Lelouch sighed, tapping nervously against the corner of his desk. So the guy was out to kill him; he tried to brush it off as a threat -- a benign, harmless threat with no backbone -- but the way Sylar spoke. He meant business. Frustrated, Lelouch pushed back from his seat and quickly stood up, walking briskly to the closet. He grabbed a hat out of it and roughly pulled it on, covering his eyes, and hopefully, it would cast a large enough shadow to hide his face. He didn't know what Sylar looked like, and it was a great disadvantage to him.
He then walked to the door and swung it open, making a sharp left and continuing down the halls, eyes peeled for his opponent.
Where Around the mansion, somewhere.
When: During the memory event.
Rating: M, because most likely, blood will be spilled.
Summary: Sylar and Lelouch play their own little game of "Hide and Seek" after this short chat.
the Story:
Despite keeping his cool under the surveilance of this Sylar who was on the other side of the conversation, Lelouch was, quite frankly, in shock. That, and amusement. Of all of the memories that could've been ignited, it had to be that one. The one memory that no one wanted to remember -- at least not from his world, and the way Sylar reacted, something like that wasn't healthy for anyone.
Lelouch sighed, tapping nervously against the corner of his desk. So the guy was out to kill him; he tried to brush it off as a threat -- a benign, harmless threat with no backbone -- but the way Sylar spoke. He meant business. Frustrated, Lelouch pushed back from his seat and quickly stood up, walking briskly to the closet. He grabbed a hat out of it and roughly pulled it on, covering his eyes, and hopefully, it would cast a large enough shadow to hide his face. He didn't know what Sylar looked like, and it was a great disadvantage to him.
He then walked to the door and swung it open, making a sharp left and continuing down the halls, eyes peeled for his opponent.