002 - Audio - Sylar - Anonymous NV

[fixesclocks]

Some scallywags mighten accuse me o' likin' th' sound o' me owns voice. Thar they may be right. 'tis rude indeed that I be yet ta introduce meself properly, don't ye reckon? One soul that went t'Davy Jones be hardly a proper 'Ahoy.'

Me name be Sylar. Ye may 'ave heard o' me. If ye haven't, 'tis only a matter o' time.

[I couldn't resist. Sylar has

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[fantasycliche]

Why are you doing that. Why are several people-- you sound like Ergoths. Is that intentional?

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[fixesclocks]

[Mouth not matching words. He looks like really, really bad dubbing.]

Ain't no bones about it, missy. This 'ere be the scurvy.

[He should be embarassed, but he's still finding all this amusing. Especially since he established five minutes ago how it works, and could stop it at any time.]

[fantasycliche]

[ YOU'RE CONFUSING AND UPSETTING THE DRAGON SHE DOESN'T LIKE THIS ]

That doesn't even make sense.

[fixesclocks]

Scurvy. The 'ole beggering ocean is infected with it.

[Poor dragon.]

[fantasycliche]

So this is... scurvy.

[ this clears nothing up. ]

[fixesclocks]

Aye, lassie. What am I, yer nursemaid?

[fantasycliche]

I would hope not.

Is this a game?

[fixesclocks]

If it were, I play for keeps.

[The full power of that creeper vibe goes across, because it doesn't dub a single word, just changes it to the funny synthesised voice.]

[fantasycliche]

[ oh. effective. she pauses, looking a little placated. ]

This is a terrible game to play for keeps.

[fixesclocks]

[This is when he fixes. Next he appears his voice is fluid. His own. Oozing with darkness.]

You're right. But I was enjoying myself.