IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE A LITTLE TA STE, I WANT THE WHOLE DAMN THING,

[crazy4pwr]

WHO: Sylar and Alma. Maybe a few others depending on who Alma hasn't hospitalized...
WHAT: Sylar killed Kanda, Alma now wants to kill Sylar.
WHERE: The Cemetery
WHEN: Some time after Alma has already gone through all the other attacks.

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[chainsaw_juliet]

{He had watched the commotion unfold without partaking, finding more thrill in simply observing the events unfold. But now? He jumped from the roof of a mausoleum, heels clacking on the cobblestones}

Ah~n, you've created quite a mess for me to clean up.

{The Reaper laughed, procuring a lace-trimmed kerchief from his breastpocket before crouching and playfully mopping a splatter of blood from his cheek}

You really need to invite me next time. It's no fun just tidying up after you, you know~

[crazy4pwr]

[Sylar doesn't even flinch at Grell's sudden appearance and affections, he gets used to situations quickly. He's not even upset that Grell had decided not to help in any, he came out of it alright after all.]

Well you were more than welcome to help out just now, we might have had three other bodies to add to just the one.

[chainsaw_juliet]

{He liked Sylar more than he liked Jam- mostly because Sylar showed little to no reaction with the affection he was so keen on sharing}

Oh but I like that little Queen. She's not like the others- she has fire and anger and regret branded on her soul.

{He toyed with what was once Sylar's shirt collar}

It's much nicer to let the interesting ones live a little longer. Gives us a chance to flesh out their story before giving them a wondrous climax.

[crazy4pwr]

She escaped from me. [He's gazing out towards the direction where the trio had fled.] I want her...

[Especially after he had just had a small taste of just what she could do. It was magic he did not have, and he was sure Ashe had even more. Grell's statement makes him turn back.]

That's...

[He's just silent for a few moments, standing in the light drizzle as the man in front of him continued to play with the tatters of his clothing.]

... I never thought of it that way.

[chainsaw_juliet]

{And at his admission, he gasps in delight before giggling excitedly}

Never~? Why, there's quite an art to it my dear.

{His eyes glow stronger as he speaks, the thrill racing along his nerves}

It's so easy for creatures like us to kill. It's much harder to let them live for a little longer, but much much more rewarding to play. This world is our stage, my dear, and we are the leading actors and actresses. Why not give the world a show, hm?

[crazy4pwr]

[An art? Well it would certainly take patience. He was so used to just satiating his hunger for more powers and blood that he had never thought to satiate other wants.]

It's always just been me going after them and then either they die or somehow manage to fight me off. It's like natural selection. The strong live, the weak die.

[Grell's eyes remind him of something though. They weren't animals. They couldn't even really be considered human. Neither of them would die, and both could take lives with near impunity.]

You're right, that does sound like more fun. I have all the time in the world, why do I need to end their lives so quickly?

[A smile crept onto his face.]

I've always targeted those with abilities I wanted to take, but this... this means I can have fun with anyone. Sure those without powers won't be as challenging, but I'm sure we could still manage to find a way to get enjoyment out of them.

[chainsaw_juliet]

{Now you're talking, and he certainly likes it. A big gleeful, almost childish grin spreads his lips to reveal canines}

Exactly~! There's a whole island full of people, my dear. Whether we are here, or back in our own worlds- we have forever and they don't.

{He cups his face, leaning in so their brows touched and they saw eye to eye}

We are gods, Sylar. Gods of Death. We owe it to them to make sure they don't die in such mundane ways.

[crazy4pwr]

[To anyone else, this would seem like pure insanity. But it made perfect sense to the two of them. That's what mattered.]

Now I know why you liked me so much... It wasn't just that the way I killed them was unique. It was because their deaths served a greater purpose.

[Gods... he wouldn't go quite that far. Grell might be, but he knew that there was still a way to kill him. If he got enough powers though, one day he just might become one.]

How do we choose them though? The ones we toy with over the ones we just take for our needs?

[chainsaw_juliet]

{Guilty as charged? Why yes he was}

I like you because you're like me. You're different from everyone and they fear you not just because of what you're capable of doing to them- but because they don't understand you. People fear what they do not understand.

{He waves a hand dismissively, smoky wisps banding together to form a wad of papers in his grasp}

My List, dear Sylar. The names of every mortal in this here city. Now I can't give it to you, but I can let you take a peek at who needs to die and when.

[crazy4pwr]

[Understood him... no one ever had. Some had pretended so they could use him, and some had genuinely tried. Grell though, he seemed to actually get it. Or at least has come as close as anyone else ever had.

His eyes immediately go to the papers when they appear.]

I think I can deal with those terms.

[For now...]

Anyone on there for tonight?

[chainsaw_juliet]

{No he wouldn't play into his hands just yet. Why rush things? }

Not tonight- though I guess that won't stop you. I best tend to your 'gift', my dear.

{He procures a heavy woollen mantle typical of the era of London he hailed from. The Reaper drapes it around Sylar's shoulders before fondly rubbing a splatter of blood from his shoulder.}

Another night. Soon, I promise.

{And he gives him a quick little peck on the cheek before sashaying back into the confines of the morgue}