04/14/07 // NPC: Sylar, NPC: Lt. Colonel John Dee
Who: NPC: Sylar, NPC: Lt. Colonel John Dee
When: 04/13/07
Rating: PG-13
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: Continuation from this thread. Sylar begins the destruction of Central's brains in his own special way.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *waits for him to catch up* Yeah, good thing. *laughs* It's not far. Maybe fifteen minutes. The city's relatively condensed around here.
Sylar: *catches up and gets into step beside him* Dark alleys and all that? *faint smirk*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *quirks a grin* Just a few. Why? *looks up at the sky* Geez, it got dark fast.
Sylar: ((why is my first instinct "It's an eclipse" whyyy))
Sylar: I guess it's not really a city without them. *follows his gaze up at the sky* Sure did. Huh.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, no kidding. So where you from, anyway?
Sylar: New York City. You ever heard of it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *blinks, perplexed* Uh, no, actually. Your accent's a little different, too. Wait- you're from off-dimension, aren't you? *grins*
Sylar: *grins back* Yeah, I'm a long way from home.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: No kidding! So how'd you get here? One of those freaky shifts? What was it like?
Sylar: Nothing special. I just turned up. Good timing, too.
Sylar: You know any good shortcuts to headquarters?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Good timing? How's that? *glances at a street sign* Yeah... lemme see, okay, if we take this one over to that sidestreet two blocks over... *turns abruptly* In a hurry?
Sylar: I guess the dark's making me think it's later than it is. But you can't learn a city by its main streets, anyway. Not where I'm from.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Well if it makes you feel better, I doubt they moved the National Alchemist's exam up to this evening. You don't have to rush. *starts down the side street* So what's it like? Big?
Sylar: *follows after him* Huge.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Wow. So you miss it? *laughs* Sorry for all the questions.
Sylar: Sometimes. *looks up, checking for balconies or fire escapes where there might be potential witnesses* I'm more interested in things here for now.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Really? Now there's a cavalier approach. We get people all the time who can't get back, just go nuts, you know? Can't take it. Not that I blame them. Hell, I'd probably do the same.
Sylar: I'm not saying I won't. *smirks* But for now, I'm just doing what I always do.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Yeah, what's that? *flips open his watch to check the time*
Sylar: I see how things work.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *looks over to give him a funny look* Be more cryptic, could ya?
Sylar: *slows down, looking at some unusual graffiti on the alleyway wall* You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, try me. The stuff I've seen in the past couple years... Man, it's over the top.
Sylar: I've got my reasons for keeping it secret. What do you know about alchemy? What's your speciality?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *quirks his eyebrows* Sure, sure. What do I know? Well, enough to pass the exam, obviously. But I'm on guard duty at the train station, so that's gotta tell you something. *chuckles* I guess... I'm pretty good with metals, projectiles and whatnot.
Sylar: Pretty good with projectiles. Show me?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, um, well, guess there aren't any civilians around... *takes out some chalk, tracing an array onto a nearby lamp post, clapping and pressing his hands to it, transmuting it into a shower of long metal slivers which quickly embed themselves into a nearby wall*
Sylar: *slightly crooked smile* That is nice. But you still always need the array...
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Well, yeah. I heard the only way you can do that is if you see the Gate. I'm not that stupid!
Sylar: The Gate?
Sylar: How do you see it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Yeah. You know, that crazy thing that controls the dimensions. Okay, everything I'm telling you is absolute hearsay, but I'm an alchemist, I talk to other alchemists. You know, stuff gets around. Heard you had to try human transmutation and live before you could do anything without an array.
Sylar: But it's all up here, isn't it? *taps the side of his head, still grinning* If that's all I'm after, I might not have to do that.
Sylar: All I need to know is enough to pass the exam, and then work my way up.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Wait, what? You're not gonna try, are you? That's suicide, I'm telling you. You've gotta be a real prodigy to survive something like that.
Sylar: What I'm saying is I shouldn't have to. I've got my own way of finding things out. Want to see?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *seriously skeptical* Um... okay, sure. Is this some crazy off-world thing?
Sylar: *smirks and sends him flying into the alley wall, pinning him there, then walks calmly over to him*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *eyes widen in shock, trying to move but finding it impossible, hyperventilating and choking on his attempts at speech*
Sylar: At least, you'll be able to see if you're lucky. Weren't expecting this, were you? *grins* No one here is; it's almost too easy.
Sylar: No one's even knows it's me, do they. But then, you'd know, wouldn't you. You're in the Investigations Department, aren't you? *loosens his psychic hold on him a little, giving him enough leeway to talk*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *chokes again, gasping before managing to speak* What- I'm- I'm Investigations, yeah…
Sylar: Have you ever heard the name Sylar, Lieutenant Colonel Dee?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *stiffly shakes his head* Who- what are you-?
Sylar: That doesn't matter right now. Have you heard of him? Have you heard of Sylar?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *shakes his head again, gasping for air and feeling like his heart is about to stop, trying to get his arms to move*
Sylar: *lowers his voice a little, switching to his borrowed suggestive tone, coldly calm* You will tell me if you've heard the name Sylar.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *chokes and gags on his own words* No- no I haven't heard the name Sylar.
Sylar: Figures. How about serial killers? One from Aerugo, perhaps, with a taste for alchemists? *grin*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Se- serial killers- we have- *struggling against the words leaving his mouth* -have a few-- None from Aerugo...
Sylar: Shame. No wonder this place is a mess.
Sylar: One more question, Mister Dee. *grins* Headquarters will have a list of its alchemists. Where can I find it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *continues to struggle against the psychic hold* Nnh-! R...Records... room. In- the records room. Basement...
Sylar: *crooked smile* Good. *redoubles the force holding him to the wall and holds up a finger, tracing it slowly across his forehead* You might not be completely useless.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *makes a strangled noise, eyes squeezed shut*
Sylar: Guess you won't see it after all. *watches the blood drip down his face as he approaches the end of the cut*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *feels the blood oozing down his face as everything begins to get a lot more... floaty*
Sylar: Good bye Mister Dee. It was nice meeting you. *completes the cut and removes the skull, releasing his hold and letting him slide down the wall so he can look down into the brain pan*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *very dead, oozing blood in a sluggish stream from his cranium*
Sylar: *pulls the brain out carefully, grinning at it*
Sylar: *sets the brain aside and, after a moment of deliberation, freezes the body to the underside of a fire escape, annoyed that the authorities haven't taken notice yet*
When: 04/13/07
Rating: PG-13
Category: Misc Happenings
Summary: Continuation from this thread. Sylar begins the destruction of Central's brains in his own special way.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *waits for him to catch up* Yeah, good thing. *laughs* It's not far. Maybe fifteen minutes. The city's relatively condensed around here.
Sylar: *catches up and gets into step beside him* Dark alleys and all that? *faint smirk*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *quirks a grin* Just a few. Why? *looks up at the sky* Geez, it got dark fast.
Sylar: ((why is my first instinct "It's an eclipse" whyyy))
Sylar: I guess it's not really a city without them. *follows his gaze up at the sky* Sure did. Huh.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, no kidding. So where you from, anyway?
Sylar: New York City. You ever heard of it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *blinks, perplexed* Uh, no, actually. Your accent's a little different, too. Wait- you're from off-dimension, aren't you? *grins*
Sylar: *grins back* Yeah, I'm a long way from home.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: No kidding! So how'd you get here? One of those freaky shifts? What was it like?
Sylar: Nothing special. I just turned up. Good timing, too.
Sylar: You know any good shortcuts to headquarters?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Good timing? How's that? *glances at a street sign* Yeah... lemme see, okay, if we take this one over to that sidestreet two blocks over... *turns abruptly* In a hurry?
Sylar: I guess the dark's making me think it's later than it is. But you can't learn a city by its main streets, anyway. Not where I'm from.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Well if it makes you feel better, I doubt they moved the National Alchemist's exam up to this evening. You don't have to rush. *starts down the side street* So what's it like? Big?
Sylar: *follows after him* Huge.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Wow. So you miss it? *laughs* Sorry for all the questions.
Sylar: Sometimes. *looks up, checking for balconies or fire escapes where there might be potential witnesses* I'm more interested in things here for now.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Really? Now there's a cavalier approach. We get people all the time who can't get back, just go nuts, you know? Can't take it. Not that I blame them. Hell, I'd probably do the same.
Sylar: I'm not saying I won't. *smirks* But for now, I'm just doing what I always do.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Yeah, what's that? *flips open his watch to check the time*
Sylar: I see how things work.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *looks over to give him a funny look* Be more cryptic, could ya?
Sylar: *slows down, looking at some unusual graffiti on the alleyway wall* You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, try me. The stuff I've seen in the past couple years... Man, it's over the top.
Sylar: I've got my reasons for keeping it secret. What do you know about alchemy? What's your speciality?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *quirks his eyebrows* Sure, sure. What do I know? Well, enough to pass the exam, obviously. But I'm on guard duty at the train station, so that's gotta tell you something. *chuckles* I guess... I'm pretty good with metals, projectiles and whatnot.
Sylar: Pretty good with projectiles. Show me?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Heh, um, well, guess there aren't any civilians around... *takes out some chalk, tracing an array onto a nearby lamp post, clapping and pressing his hands to it, transmuting it into a shower of long metal slivers which quickly embed themselves into a nearby wall*
Sylar: *slightly crooked smile* That is nice. But you still always need the array...
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Well, yeah. I heard the only way you can do that is if you see the Gate. I'm not that stupid!
Sylar: The Gate?
Sylar: How do you see it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Yeah. You know, that crazy thing that controls the dimensions. Okay, everything I'm telling you is absolute hearsay, but I'm an alchemist, I talk to other alchemists. You know, stuff gets around. Heard you had to try human transmutation and live before you could do anything without an array.
Sylar: But it's all up here, isn't it? *taps the side of his head, still grinning* If that's all I'm after, I might not have to do that.
Sylar: All I need to know is enough to pass the exam, and then work my way up.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Wait, what? You're not gonna try, are you? That's suicide, I'm telling you. You've gotta be a real prodigy to survive something like that.
Sylar: What I'm saying is I shouldn't have to. I've got my own way of finding things out. Want to see?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *seriously skeptical* Um... okay, sure. Is this some crazy off-world thing?
Sylar: *smirks and sends him flying into the alley wall, pinning him there, then walks calmly over to him*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *eyes widen in shock, trying to move but finding it impossible, hyperventilating and choking on his attempts at speech*
Sylar: At least, you'll be able to see if you're lucky. Weren't expecting this, were you? *grins* No one here is; it's almost too easy.
Sylar: No one's even knows it's me, do they. But then, you'd know, wouldn't you. You're in the Investigations Department, aren't you? *loosens his psychic hold on him a little, giving him enough leeway to talk*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *chokes again, gasping before managing to speak* What- I'm- I'm Investigations, yeah…
Sylar: Have you ever heard the name Sylar, Lieutenant Colonel Dee?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *stiffly shakes his head* Who- what are you-?
Sylar: That doesn't matter right now. Have you heard of him? Have you heard of Sylar?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *shakes his head again, gasping for air and feeling like his heart is about to stop, trying to get his arms to move*
Sylar: *lowers his voice a little, switching to his borrowed suggestive tone, coldly calm* You will tell me if you've heard the name Sylar.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *chokes and gags on his own words* No- no I haven't heard the name Sylar.
Sylar: Figures. How about serial killers? One from Aerugo, perhaps, with a taste for alchemists? *grin*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: Se- serial killers- we have- *struggling against the words leaving his mouth* -have a few-- None from Aerugo...
Sylar: Shame. No wonder this place is a mess.
Sylar: One more question, Mister Dee. *grins* Headquarters will have a list of its alchemists. Where can I find it?
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *continues to struggle against the psychic hold* Nnh-! R...Records... room. In- the records room. Basement...
Sylar: *crooked smile* Good. *redoubles the force holding him to the wall and holds up a finger, tracing it slowly across his forehead* You might not be completely useless.
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *makes a strangled noise, eyes squeezed shut*
Sylar: Guess you won't see it after all. *watches the blood drip down his face as he approaches the end of the cut*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *feels the blood oozing down his face as everything begins to get a lot more... floaty*
Sylar: Good bye Mister Dee. It was nice meeting you. *completes the cut and removes the skull, releasing his hold and letting him slide down the wall so he can look down into the brain pan*
Lt. Colonel John Dee: *very dead, oozing blood in a sluggish stream from his cranium*
Sylar: *pulls the brain out carefully, grinning at it*
Sylar: *sets the brain aside and, after a moment of deliberation, freezes the body to the underside of a fire escape, annoyed that the authorities haven't taken notice yet*