050 - ive got the power

[gray_atonement]

[Private to Tim]
Gym. Now.

[ooc; Aforementioned spam with powers? :D Expect Sylar to be waiting for youuu~]

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[Private/Spam]

[peektuttut]

Be right there.

(((Yus!)))

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

Sylar waited in the gym. This time, his clothing, inappropriate to combat, was entirely intentional. This wouldn't be a fight. This would be a lesson. The inmate waited for Tim, hands at his side, in jeans and a button-down, watching. He wanted to talk first, to know what was on his warden's mind, to know the truth. Then he would show Tim what he could do.

[ooc; Just let me know if Tim lies, otherwise, I'll assume truth.]

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[He was quick to get to the gym - like last time, he didn't want to risk Sylar taking out whatever he was feeling on other people. When he walked into the gym, it was in jeans; but he'd fought this way before. It didn't matter much to him.]

Hey, [he said once he spotted Sylar.] What's up?

(((Kk!)))

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar rolled his head to the side as he saw Tim approaching. He knew Tim would notice his posture, his arrogance. The lack of seeming anger, but he didn't much care. Holding his hands out a little, he never took his eyes away from his warden. He could feel the power flowing in his veins and, really, nothing else mattered.]

"Do you trust me?" [He asked. Sylar was surprised that his voice contained a hint of the impatience and anger he didn't realize he was feeling.]

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Wariness jumped along his bones, and Tim slowed his approach, just a little. Something was going on, but a gut instinct was no way to be a detective...still. They usually meant something. Tim kept his hands at his sides, stopping a few feet away from Sylar. He'd taken his approach as an excuse to delay answering, studying the older man.]

I thought we just talked about this, [he said slowly, avoiding the question until he knew what was going on. People had been claiming they had their powers back...]

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Now Sylar was genuinely irritated. Tim could never just cooperate with anything he wanted, except when he didn't expect it. Worried that his warden might be aware that his abilities were back, he decided to try asking questions Tim might willingly answer.] "Did you lie to me about your past? Or about what you think of me?"

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Something was definitely up. Tim frowned.] No, I didn't. I told you. [He hadn't told everything, but he'd said enough, and truthfully. He couldn't be expected to spill his life story right off the bat.]

Sylar, what's this about?

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

"It's about.. trust." [Or something like it. Finding out how much Tim had lied to him. Sylar began slowly circling time, trying to provoke him into a sparring match to distract him from thinking so hard about his words. The inmate was actually surprised that even the little he had gotten an answer to already proved to be honest, but it didn't make him trust his warden. Not that easily.] "Answers."

[Sylar threw a light punch at Tim, obviously more a distraction than an actual fight.] "Do you trust me not to kill you right now?"

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Tim dodged the punch, turning as Sylar circled. He backed away, hands flexing at his sides. If this was - no, what the hell was this? He'd seen people getting their powers back, but had it lasted? People from Sylar's world, too. Adam, Elle - maybe this was bad. He held off answering for a moment.]

Not really. You know, last time I would've trusted you not to do any real damage, either. You're acting weird. [And it was pinging Tim loudly. The last time they sparred, he hadn't thought Sylar would do him any real damage - not only because his powers were diminished, wither. Now, though...]

[Spam] OOC, still no plans to kill Tim, just try to play Sylar's thought process.

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[Sylar dropped his head to the side, looking at Tim curiously. His warden never cooperated. But, on his behalf..] "At least you're honest."

[It wasn't the answer he wanted, though. If Tim had trusted him not to kill the warden, he wouldn't have. Now.. well, it really depended on the situation. On what Tim said, what he did. Sylar stopped in his circling, standing now between his warden and the gym's exit. The inmate held his hands at his sides, palms pointed toward the younger man.]

"Tell me what you think about me. Completely, honestly. And we'll be done."

[He was prepared for a fight with his hands positioned like this, despite loose muscles and no change of stance. Because he had his full abilities back.. If only he'd had the chance to kill Matt Parkman. Sue Landers just wasn't enough.]

[Spam] Got it!

[peektuttut]

[If he focused hard enough, he could see Sylar's file. He'd memorized much of it - including the list of powers. Being able to sense the truth - that was one of them, wasn't it?

So Sylar had his powers. This could get ugly. Tim felt his heartbeat increase, and he wished he had his staff. He couldn't lie here. So what did he think?]

I think you're a murderer. But I've trying not to let my problems get in the way of yours. That won't help either of us. [His arms were at his sides, and he was so ready to jump into action the moment Sylar made a move.] I think you don't know what you want, and till you do, we won't be able to make the progress we need to. And I want us to trust each other. [He hesitated for a moment before adding,] but I don't know how long that'll take. Neither of us trust easily.

[Spam]

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[Sylar frowned. He suspected that his warden wouldn't be so honest unless he already knew about the killer's abilities, which only made him suspect that Cissie had changed her mind about her promise. He could deal with her later. For now.. Tim had to learn a lesson.

The inmate lifted his right hand a few inches to drop it down again. It almost instantly began to morph into a blue color, semi-transparent, the ice solid through his fingers. He lifted his left hand and sent a blast of much stronger telekinesis than Tim had ever dealt with before, enough to knock him off of his feet and pin him to the ground, ideally. It had worked for Peter, at least.]

"I am a murderer." [He mused, angry and drunk with the high. The adrenaline and power that coursed through his veins nearly overwhelmed him in ecstasy. The hunger and need that accompanied them were nearly as overwhelming; it was why insisted on using them so much, though he wouldn't tell Tim that.] "I think I want you to know what it's like to deal with you. To feel powerless, helpless

[Spam]

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[The air was knocked out of his lungs as that blast hit him, and Tim gasped soundlessly around the need to breathe. He struggled on the floor, trying to roll to his feet and finding himself stuck. This was bad. This could get worse.

Tim grit his teeth and tried to breathe, using a technique the Ramul Lama had taught him. And to think, he hadn't thought those breathing exercises would come in handy. When he had enough air in his lungs, Tim looked around to make sure they were along before he shook his head at Sylar.]

Do you have any idea what it's like to work with Batman? [He struggled, hands clenched at his sides.] I know exactly how that feels!

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar was pleased with the results. His left hand was still lifted in the air, pointed toward Tim to hold him there; his right still gleaned and fogged with cold. The killer took a step or two closer to his warden to hover nearer to him, to be able to see his face better and for Tim to see Sylar's. At the response about Batman, the inmate nearly rolled his eyes. Then paused as he realized Tim was telling the truth

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[Tim jerked his head away as that blue hand came down, and he had to clench his teeth together as it got cold, and fast. He went very still, blue eyes rolling up to look at Sylar.]

If you don't want me to judge you without knowing details, then you don't get to judge me. I was never trying to tear you down.

[And then he moved, hard and fast, and - to his surprise, actually, he hadn't been sure it would work - he moved. He was aiming to shove his shoulder into the older man, force him back so that Tim could get up and move.]

[Spam]

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar took the hit without hesitation, falling back a step. The red faded as quickly as it had come with his healing and he stood again, loitering. The iced hand faded back to flesh again and the opposite hand lowered to make them even once again. First they glowed green with flickers of black, then bright yellow. Then flesh again. He was anxious for Tim to attack him or to surrender, either one would be something wonderful to him.

There was another silent acknowledgement of Tim's truth. It was odd, finding out just how honest his warden had been, having suspected many more lies. Because he didn't get an answer to his question, he asked again.] "Why do you want to help me?"