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[nuclear_ted]

Who: Ted and Sylar. Later Ned.
Where: Sylar's Cabin. Level 5, Room 12.
What: Sylar needs/wants Ted's ability. Ted will let him take it.
When: An hour after this. Backdated to first flood day.
Warnings: Character Death. R to be safe.

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[gray_atonement]

Sylar might have underplayed the death toll a little, but who could expect any less from the killer? He was talking someone into letting him kill them as he had done a few times before, letting him rip their heads open and get a look inside their minds-- metaphorically as much as literally. Ted may or may not forgive him, but the important thing was that he would have Ted's ability at that point regardless of how the other man felt about him. The inmate idly wondered who his old.. friend's warden was, not thinking that the man might be a warden himself. It really didn't matter.

Really, that people did agree to let him kill them only helped his ego. He was arrogant, feeling that he had outwitted them rather than that they were actually trying to help him.. or that, if they were trying to help him, it was because he had convinced them it was the right idea. Ted was the fifth or so willing victim; he had lost count of the total number

[nuclear_ted]

Ted entered, hands in his pockets. He was most definitely nervous about the whole thing, and it showed. But he was here, a physical consent to what he'd already written to Sylar's warden.

"Yeah, well," he said and shrugged. It was a gesture that said no big deal. Even if the rest of him clearly contradicted that. "I'm here to help you. I feel like I should. For some reason." He didn't understand that himself. Not really. But sometimes you have to go with your instinct. And his instinct, influenced by the recent flood, told him that he and Sylar should be friends. They had a connection. Or several, actually.

[gray_atonement]

Sylar closed the door behind him and locked it, again with his ability rather than a hand. Then he sauntered forward into the main portion of his room near his bed, passing the paintings on his walls from when he had had his full abilities not long ago. Convenient timing, that Ted should appear just when he was craving to maintain that ability.

He gestured toward the bed, Tim's staff propped up near it. The killer grimaced slightly at the realization that he would have to carry the dead Ted to the infirmary for his warden to revive him if he wanted to avoid, only because he was lazy not afraid of the blood, the mess, or the reputation.

Something gave him pause, however, and he began to suspect there might be some semblance of odd behavior. Then he realized he didn't care and began continuing on with the process. "I thought you didn't like me.."

[nuclear_ted]

Only now did Ted notice Sylar's telekinesis. With that simple gesture, he felt suddenly as he had when the FBI van flipped over. Nauseous, locked and helpless. What he remembered of Sylar was at war with the flood's influence; the flood still won out. Any protest or bad memory his mind thought up, he right away reasoned away.

He gave Sylar a questioning glance after the killer indicated the bed, and staff. He couldn't remember any weapon the last time.

"I didn't really know you," Ted replied. "I hadn't heard of you at all until moments before you... killed..." His voice faded away as he was distracted by the paintings. In particular, the exploding man. He moved closer to it, studying it. "Is that... supposed to be me?" He asked, turning to look at Sylar.