| Twenty-Seventh Faetality | VIDEO

[onteamdyson]

[The video opens with Kenzi slicing some fierce air with her super-awesome katana. Bro Strider's sword is so much cooler than her shitty, pawn shop sword. Most treasured possession.]Does anyone have anything for anxiety? There's only so many times you can force a guy to catch some z's. Can't be healthy to sleep forever, can it? Medical advice

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[myfieryballs]

Fuck

Are you normal??

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[onteamdyson]

what? yeah. why? wtf do you mean normal, like on something?!

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[myfieryballs]

I don't know what I mean. I don't know what the fuck is going on right now.

Haven't you been paying attention to the network??

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[onteamdyson]

Uh, no. Bigger problems than spying on the fellow rats.

Something's up with multiple dudes? Because I'm not feeling a damn thing. Also wait, are you done wanting to burn my room down, or is this an elaborate plot to make me let my guard down so you can singe my hair!?

[splice_of_life]

[With red rimmed eyes and the image of a bed devoid of a mattress behind him, Mohinder's decided to answer this particular post. He's been trolling the network, looking for something for Sylar for a few hours now.]

If you find anything to take the edge off, let me know.]

[onteamdyson]

Yeah, sure-- woah. [She puts the sword away and locks the feed]

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Either you are as high as a freakin' kite, or something is up. Spill.

[splice_of_life]

Why is it everyone here attempts to psychoanalyse you? I'm perfectly all right.

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[onteamdyson]

Don't you need a license for that or something? I'm not the dick-obsessed dude with the beard that wanted to bang his mom, I'm just concerned.

Is something wrong? Is Elle okay? Double-yoo tee eff.

[prazerbutterfly]

You mean, Sasha? Yeah, I traded all of them, why?

[onteamdyson]

Tyyyyyykkkkiiiiiiiiii! [Whiney whiner is whining.]

I need sugary goodness. You're killin' me here!

[prazerbutterfly]

[Ugh whining. He'll just pick up some of those sugary topped treats he stole, like a bowl of M&Ms he swiped from the finger foods]

Like this?

[onteamdyson]

....... Have you had that the ENTIRE time?! [She slept over and you didn't even give her any?!]

Gimme! You gotta share, man. Friends share.

[laevsilaufeyson]

You rang?

[He's laying back on his bed next to a stack of books. Somebody's been reading. Learning humans, as one does.]

I believe we discussed sundry expertises of mine. Which is it you're after?

[onteamdyson]

Mischief. Normally, I rock at this shit on my own, but I'm lookin' to up the ante.

I've got revenge to taste and it better be sweet.

[laevsilaufeyson]

Oh, I love these ones. What do I get in return? Eternal servitude? You could sacrifice a young maiden in my honour, perhaps. Or a young man, I'm really not picky, just make certain it has my name all over it. Very grand. Lots of fire.

You may come up to my room to discuss terms.

[And there he goes, disappearing behind a book again. After a few moments, a giggle. Humans, really.]

[onteamdyson]

Uh... no sacrifices. You get the satisfaction of a job well done and the enjoyment of helping out a friend in need! [Let the bargaining begin.] ... Oh, but there WILL be fire.

[His room? HIS ROOM just happened to be right beside the perviest perv.]

No way, not this time. You can either march those sweet buns down the hall to my room or we can meet in the rec room. Your place is off limits.

[wind_wielder]

I'm sure Mindy did. We'll have to do it again some time, when there's not little monsters running wild.

[onteamdyson]

Next time there needs to be popcorn and toenail painting. Make a note, Tema!

I hope Shika likes passion pink.

[wind_wielder]

So long as they're Shika's tonails, I am fine with this plan.

[onteamdyson]

I'll get your little piggies while you're sleeeeppppiiiing.