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[Closed RP: Sylar and Peter] Five Days Later

Jul 28, 2007 21:53

((OOC: Any and all details about Sylar have been cleared with the mun first!))

( In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lives/ You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs./ Now I have time to dwell on, self-awareness, dreadful crime./ I saw colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind./ To think you are right/ To make sure it won't fly/ Is a making of a hate crime. )

sylar gray, nathan petrelli, peter petrelli, rp

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likeabadpenny July 30 2007, 18:14:05 UTC

Passage of time clearly meant absolutely nothing when you were dead, because Peter could have sworn that it had only been a second ago that Sylar was shoving something into his head. It was like a blink, and suddenly he was coughing lung-rattling hacks and trying to gasp for breath in-between. Peter would never get used to the feeling of his brain and skull knitting back together, much less the crack-and-squish sound he could hear, amplified because it was coming from inside his own head.

"Nathan, what...?" Peter blinked heavily, noting absently that such an action was a little harder when blood had partially dried over his face. Attempting to focus, he squinted.

Nathan was here? ...That didn't make sense, he'd just... been fighting with Sylar and now everything was different. Same room, though. God, his limbs felt entirely too heavy to move. Getting up to get a better idea of what had happened just wasn't an issue right now.

"When did you get here?" He asked blearily. He didn't often see that look on his brother's face, and it ( ... )

likeabadpenny July 31 2007, 15:16:42 UTC

"You always win when you try to kick my ass," Peter frowned, dispirited, and then took a moment to wonder if Nathan would actually try any time soon. Probably not, but if he did try, Peter really wouldn't put up much of a fight. He grinned suddenly, and laughed slightly. "Even with my super strength you'd still win. Big Brother rule."

What was he talking about? Peter wasn't entirely sure, but there were words coming out of his mouth. He never stopped and thought before he said most things, but this was just more random than normal. Hopefully he didn't fall over anytime soon; if he did, he'd go to sleep on the nearest horizontal surface.

Trapped against Nathan's side, Peter couldn't be bothered making a second escape attempt. They were going to find a room, not his room? Oh. Peter hung his head, blowing uselessly at the hair in front of his face. "How's Heidi and the kids?" Speaking of completely random topics. But Peter wanted to know that they were alright, at least. "Guess I'll be sending Christmas presents at international rates,

soopernathan July 31 2007, 15:42:44 UTC

Not that Nathan would actually kick Peter's ass unless he absolutely had to. Jeez, the last time they had got into any semblance of a fight, it had just been Peter punching Nathan, anyway. ...Twice. So who knew who could kick whose ass anymore? Especially... yes, with the super-strength. Nathan wasn't going to think about any of the implications that went with that, because the outcome didn't look too pretty on Nathan's part ( ... )

likeabadpenny July 31 2007, 15:51:48 UTC

Huh, Nathan didn't sound too happy about answering that question. Peter didn't really blame him; it had to suck, trying to take care of your little brother that apparently had a death-wish, and spend time with family, too. He couldn't relate to the whole wife-and-kids thing, but he missed them as well - he liked being an Uncle.

So he just made a quiet sound of agreement, trying to keep an eye out for a familiar door. Not that he'd actually been in his room all that much - maybe for an hour or so, before he promptly devoted the rest of his time to capturing Sylar. But... trust Nathan to lead them down the right hallway.

Veering sharply and trying to take Nathan with him, Peter slapped a hand against a door they nearly passed. "I think this is it," he grinned crookedly, as if he expected Nathan to be proud of finding the right door as he fumbled with the doorknob. Stupid... thing wasn't goddamn working.

soopernathan July 31 2007, 16:03:17 UTC

An uncle three times over, yeah. Claire was... kind of another person Nathan missed, not that he'd admit it out loud. Shit, being in Scotland even made him miss his mother. And anybody who knew Angela Petrelli knew that it took quite a bit to miss her. He was trying not to think about Heidi or Simon or Monty, but, damn, it was hard. Especially if, well, Peter purposefully brought them up in the middle of a conversation ( ... )

likeabadpenny July 31 2007, 16:12:52 UTC

...Oh. That giant sign might have been a clue.

"Oops," Peter snickered under his breath, trying to keep his eyelids open. It was getting to the point where his brain was trying to equate 'not moving = a great chance to sleep', so Peter continued trudging along, leaning on Nathan more and more heavily.

Well, at least one of them knew where they were going, because Peter sure didn't. And Nathan sounded like he at least had some clue - Nathan was always right (except for the few times that he wasn't), so Peter thought it was fairly safe to trust in his navigational skills.

"I think my brain is disintegrating," he mumbled. Not the best choice of words for trying to communicate that he was so tired that his brain was going haywire, but Nathan would understand. ...At least he couldn't think about Sylar right now, or anything meaningful like his greater purpose in the world.

soopernathan July 31 2007, 16:29:33 UTC

Not that Peter was exactly the biggest of guys ever, obviously. Kind of scrawny, and physically kind of a pushover, but a hundred and something pounds of Peter Petrelli were still going to slow Nathan down a little. His arm still around Peter's shoulders, he grabbed at the front of his brother's shirt with his free hand, grunting a bit in light of the moment. Great.

"All right, we're almost there, jeez," he muttered, and half-glanced to Peter at his words. With the kind of expression that showed just how much he agreed with Peter right now. Disintegrating brains. "Oh, yeah?" he prompted right back, almost as if he were talking to a nine-year-old spouting off crazy, dreamed-up plans.

"Brain disintegrating, huh? Y... why's that?" he added vaguely, only half paying attention as his eyes scanned the... There. He'd never been happier to see a door. This had to be it. Jiggling open the knob, Nathan sighed at the sight of the Slytherin common room. Right. Awesome.

likeabadpenny July 31 2007, 16:47:38 UTC

Not answering right away, Peter was more focused on looking around the Slytherin common room and trying to remember exactly where his room was. He thought he had a vague idea, so he began trying to lean on Nathan and act as a slightly-weaving rudder.

Right, and then left, and Peter suddenly wondered if he was getting blood all over Nathan's clean shirt. There'd been no protests yet, so maybe Nathan didn't mind so much.

"Yeah. Bits of my brain falling to... bits," Peter continued, not even really aware of what he was saying. "Too tired. And Sylar's thoughts keep... rattling around. Shouldn't have listened."

soopernathan July 31 2007, 16:57:45 UTC

What the... hell?

Nathan settled Peter onto one of the leather sofas, fixing him with the strangest look from all of forever. Bits of brains? Falling... what? He was just babbling on, like, he wasn't even aware of what he was talking about. "Did you get a few screws knocked loose when you got that pole through your head or something, Pete? Jeez," he muttered, clapping Peter once on the shoulder and straightening.

He couldn't help but scratch at his forehead and keep on looking at Peter with that strange sort of questioning look. Almost as if by reading his mind, a house elf - he was never going to get used to those things - ran in with... he was pretty sure it was some kind of cola, but whatever. "Sylar's thoughts, what... what are you talking about? What did Sylar think?"

likeabadpenny July 31 2007, 17:12:04 UTC

Sinking back into the leather couch felt like heaven, considering Peter had spent the last five days (or more? he wasn't sure anymore) standing or sitting on the floor. His ass had to be permanently flat by now. Leaning back against the cushions, Peter closed his eyes and smiled stupidly. The only thing that could possibly feel better than this was... well, he couldn't think of anything right now.

"Thoughts," he repeated, as if it were perfectly obvious. Why didn't Nathan understand him the first time round? "'Bout his mother, and... he flipped out, and... he thought about the people he... killed... and..."

Peter promptly tipped over and landed face-first on the couch cushions, already asleep. The dangers of sitting down when sleep deprived.

soopernathan July 31 2007, 17:25:31 UTC

Nathan had settled onto the arm of the couch, rubbing at the back of his head, back faced to Peter as the guy started in on his babbling again. Christ, he was barely even making actual conscious thoughts anymore - he was just... talking. Random words that, like, didn't even go together in any semblance of a sentence.

"Thoughts? ...About his mother?" Nathan repeated, a bit stupidly, with the kind of outrage that made him sound skeptical that Sylar would even have a mother. He was probably born in a petri dish. In a lab. Or something. "Why? What kind of...?"

Did he just...

Nathan turned around, looking at Peter's face smashed into the cushions, eyebrows jumping up a little. "Peter." He grabbed at Peter's shoulder, shaking it a little. "Peter?" Great. ...At least he was sleeping. "Right. You just... stay there. Good idea."

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