THE TOXICITY OF OUR CITY, OF OUR CITY
WHO: Sylar and open to... pretty much whoever.
WHAT: Sylar is in prison, and has no choice when it comes to visitors.
WHERE: The prisons
WHEN: Some time after he was "killed" again and locked up.
((Feel free to post at any time of the day, any day this week. He'll most likely just be lying down when your character(s) arrive. Multiple threads are ( Read more... )
WHAT: Sylar is in prison, and has no choice when it comes to visitors.
WHERE: The prisons
WHEN: Some time after he was "killed" again and locked up.
((Feel free to post at any time of the day, any day this week. He'll most likely just be lying down when your character(s) arrive. Multiple threads are ( Read more... )
Deep down, though, she knew she was rationalizing. Yes, it was important to know why he had attacked her, but the fact remained that he had gotten the best of her. If nothing else, her pride demanded she know more of this man. And so she came, alone. Again, not the smartest move, but she was known for being rash.
Ashe stood there, looking intently at the man, studying him. He looked like any other man, though that didn't mean much in her experience. There is nothing to gain from this. ( ... )
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"Sorry, have we met?" He slowly opened his eyes to finally look at who this woman was. It took about a minute for him to recognize her. "Oh, it's you." The woman from the alley. The one Adam had saved from him. Now why would she be here?
"Well I would appreciate it if you stop complaining now about seeing me, you're the one who came here after all." Then he thought a little about what she had just said. Something about it was off, but he wasn't sure what it was. Then it occured to him: she knew who he was. How had that happened? He thought most people knew him as Gabriel. When had his real name come out? "How do you know my name?"
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To business, Ashelia. You did come here for a reason other than gloating. She clasped her hands on top of her dress. She'd opted for a rather simple one, to show at least some humility. Despite her act, if Sylar thought her cowed due to her choice of clothing, all the better. She hadn't been allowed her sword into the prison, but that was fine with her; her dagger was still strapped to her thigh under the dress. As if to counterpoint the statement her dress made, she had the shawl that had foiled Sylar's attack draped over her shoulders ( ... )
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"If your sourcese are good enough to find my name, then they should be just as capable at finding that out." With that Sylar layed back down on the bed, he had no reason to answer her questions. Besides, people who were of upper class just annoyed him. Despite her simple attire, there was something about people like her that just screamed royalty.
Generally these people didn't like it when people didn't do whatever they say immediately after they said it. Sylar was a little curious to see how she would react.
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Ashe adjusted the shawl on her shoulders, changing tact despite her offense. In a lot of ways, Ashe was like traditional royalty. She expected respect from others, and most of the time returned it. She had very little patience in general, though. She rationalized that, if she were to be in charge of keeping tabs on the underground of Rivelata, this would be as good a place as any to start. If she thought of it that way, she could keep herself from exploding in indignation at Sylar's behavior.
"My sources," she said, still keeping her tone light, "leave more than a little to be desired, I'll be the first to admit. I would like the information straight from you." She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "If you cooperate, there will be compensation. Dalmasca remembers kindness and cruelty both."
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That just... sounded unlikely. Either she was very easy to forgive people, or she wanted to use him for something. In his experince, it was nearly always the latter. Even here, people had just been using him for one reason or another. Jam had never cashed in on the favor Sylar owed him, but the Shepherd, who was the one Ashe seemed to want to know about, had used him a few time. If the heroes hadn't stopped him, then he would have added a few more victims thanks to that mysterious person.
He turned to look at Ashe, still lying on the bed but with a smile of his own now. "Besides, I really doubt you have anything I want. From my encounter with you it didn't seem like you had anything worth taking."
"Or is there some hidden ability that I didn't see that night?" The smile never left his face, and his eyes never left
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Best to make it seem that way. If Sylar was following information given to him about whatever abilities they thought she had worth taking...well. It inferred something quite scary, to put it simply. There was more to ponder along those lines, but she let it rest for now.
"There is no ability," Ashe replied, her voice becoming more serious. "Hence my curiosity. You had hoped to gain something by killing me. Had you succeeded, you would have gained nothing." She let that hang, waiting to see which bit Sylar would chomp at; her offer of compensation, or the hint she had laid that his information had been incorrect.
He was an elusive mark, to say the least.
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Sylar suddenly jumped up and brought himself as close as he could to her, pushing against the bars in front of him. The smug smile had never left his face, if anything it had gotten even more conceited. "You're lying." It was a bluff, but her next reaction would show him if it worked or not.
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He was so fast. So much...faster. That was it. "As are you," she replied evenly, going over her reasoning in her head. The guards wouldn't have let her anywhere near this man if there was any real danger, royalty or not. As it had stood, Ashe wasn't about to let a couple guards keep her away when she had stumbled upon her attacker like this. It was a tenuous link, but it did make sense.
"So, which shall it be? Cooperation or silence?" If he didn't tell her what she wanted to know...well, she could always tell that Robin fellow that Sylar was not, in fact, dead, Nonsense, you should tell him regardless. This man is dangerous, and ( ... )
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So she was giving him an ultimatum? Well that wasn't much fun. Oh well, he'd just have to find some way to make it interesting. He seemed to think about her offer for a minute before finally reaching a decision. "How about this? If you tell me what your ability is, I'll tell you why I targeted you."
Then again, he might as well be a little thoughtful. She had come all the way down here after all. "I'll even tell you a little tidbit: Attacking you had nothing to do with your ability."
Her turn.
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None of them had gotten away with it unscathed though. "Honestly though..." Sylar leaned forward again and dropped his voice to a whisper. "I deal with people like the Shepherd because they have what I want. As soon as they stop giving it to me, then I just take it by force."
He dropped his voice even lower at what he said next. "As for keeping me dead... I honestly doubt that very much." What no one else, maybe not even the Shepherd, knew was that there were more bad guys than just them. Sylar had other allies that needed him for some reason or another. That was one good thing about being used, sometimes you became indespensible.
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As would you, she reminded herself.
She cleared her throat, turning away from the cell. "I can provide shelter. A roof. Comforts I doubt you've had since arriving here." She didn't think it would be enough to deter Sylar from hunting her down, but that wasn't her concern anymore. "Seek me out upon your emancipation. Perhaps we shall be able to come to a more mutually beneficial arrangement."
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As would you, she reminded herself.
She cleared her throat, turning away from the cell. "I can provide shelter. A roof. Comforts I doubt you've had since arriving here." She didn't think it would be enough to deter Sylar from hunting her down, but that wasn't her concern anymore. "Seek me out upon your emancipation. Perhaps we shall be able to come to a more mutually beneficial arrangement."
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