I hate the rain but it's been too long since I've brought someone to the playground and I can feel the itch getting stronger. If I don't do something about it now, I may lose control and that's a dangerous thing.
I spot my prey for the night leaving the club, his arm draped around the guy and girl on each side of him. He's slightly drunk but not enough where I can't work with him. The corner of my mouth curls up as I follow behind at a distance.
I can feel it. There is evil in his soul. It's seeping from his pores, tainting the air around him. I'm surprised that his target can't feel it, but then he's too focused on his conquests for the night.
I dropped down from the roof, my wings catching the air, and I land quietly behind Peter.
Credit to many years of hiding my true emotions, I barely twitch at the voice coming from behind me. I turn slowly, an easy smile on my face.
"Can't let me do what? Head for the club for a few drinks? Maybe have some fun?" I have no idea who this guy thinks he is but he's not going to stop me from enjoying myself tonight.
"I have no idea what you're talking about or who you are. Are you Jehovah's Witness, trying to save my soul?" I snort.
Sasan - the Phoenix - cracksasan_arfurOctober 24 2012, 19:38:15 UTC
Dressed for work, but I have accidentally had some coffee from a cup that Walter put something in. Something weird is happening to me, and I don't know what it is.
I'm sitting in the break room, sipping my own coffee and reading the paper. It's when I glance over the paper to say something to Sas that I notice it. There's something wrong here, something that I hadn't noticed before. I'm not too sure what it is yet, that's all.
"Did you cut your hair recently?" That's the first thing I can think of, though it's not that. It's like there's this strange glow around Sasan. Maybe it's a 'just had sex' glow, but if that was the case... Wouldn't he have been talking a mile a minute about it already?
I reached up to touch my hair and frowned. There was something on my hand, and I didn't remember touching anything sticky or glowy. I turned to the sink and poured some liquid soap onto my hands to wash them, and then grabbed some paper towels before turning back to Kurt.
"No, same old hair. Same old product in it." He was looking at me strangely. "What's wrong? Do I have a zit or something?"
He's standing with his back to me, cleaning his hands and that's when I notice what's different. He's taller, somehow. Sasan doesn't need to be taller, he's already looming over the likes of me and yet, there he is, ta--- Hang on, no, that's not the issue at all.
"You..." I point down towards his feet. "You're hovering, Sas. How are you doing that? Dear god, your ego can't be that inflated." I'm joking. It's a pretty weak joke, but then I'm in shock.
I'm nursing yet another drink that I didn't pay for in a club that I don't like. Wearing a dress that I didn't pay for either, and telling yet another idiot to 'go fuck himself' because I'm not interested.
"Why can I tell everyone to do what I want except the one person that I want the most?" I fished the cherry out of my drink and chewed it slowly, twisting the stem into a knot with my tongue. "It's not fair."
Re: Sylar, White room, Serious or Crackempath_peterOctober 24 2012, 22:11:26 UTC
I transport into the room with an audible pop. His head jerks up at my entrance though, with that straight-jacket securely fastened there's little he could do to protect himself. Looking at him with sympathy and understanding, I lean against the padded wall, tsking.
"Sylar... you.. here, of all places? I expected so much more from you; you're special, after all. How on earth did they get you?"
I glare at Peter when he shows up. I don't know where I am or what's going on and having him show up here makes me wonder if they caught me and shoved me in a cell at Primatech again.
"I don't even know where here is, Peter, and I can't seem to use my powers right. What the hell is going on, what do you know?" Get me the hell out of here! "Do you have anything to do with this?" I try to get out of the straight jacket but all that happens is that it tightens more.
He sends a wall of hate my way when he recognizes the body I'm utilizing and I wallow in it for a moment. He's always been one of my favorites; so strong, so passionate about everything. Sometimes this job gets boring, after having done it for so long. Most humans are weak, I can barely tolerate being around them for the time it takes to dupe them out of their souls. Then there are those that make me feel again, the one's who know what it's like to be the predator.
"I wish I knew. I'm just as shocked as you are to find you here, in this condition."
Squatting down, I crouch in front of him as he struggles inside the jacket. "Luckily, I'm in a position to help you out, Sylar." I look over his shoulder at the straps that hold him. "I could probably loosen that thing up if you wanted to make a deal."
Got to have a Noah (AU) for this- Bond-ish supervillain with Mister Muggles as his lap pet.bag_and_tagOctober 28 2012, 18:29:33 UTC
I've been observing him for a while through the many cameras in the casino. This is the best that the MI6 could send? He doesn't look like much, I have to admit, but his reputation does the job for him. I'm not one to underestimate my many enemies. "We'll have to say hello to him, won't we mister Muggles?" I pet my dog and snap the leach on him. Time to go for a walk.
He's at the bar, so I go there as well. There's plenty of my men here, all waiting for my signal in case I want to take him down right here and now. "One sake, please." I nod at the bartender, who is keeping a bottle of it under the bar, just for me. "And one bowl of water for my dog." Mister Muggles jumps up on the stool next to me, barking excitedly.
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I spot my prey for the night leaving the club, his arm draped around the guy and girl on each side of him. He's slightly drunk but not enough where I can't work with him. The corner of my mouth curls up as I follow behind at a distance.
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I dropped down from the roof, my wings catching the air, and I land quietly behind Peter.
"I can't let you do that."
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"Can't let me do what? Head for the club for a few drinks? Maybe have some fun?" I have no idea who this guy thinks he is but he's not going to stop me from enjoying myself tonight.
"I have no idea what you're talking about or who you are. Are you Jehovah's Witness, trying to save my soul?" I snort.
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"Did you cut your hair recently?" That's the first thing I can think of, though it's not that. It's like there's this strange glow around Sasan. Maybe it's a 'just had sex' glow, but if that was the case... Wouldn't he have been talking a mile a minute about it already?
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"No, same old hair. Same old product in it." He was looking at me strangely. "What's wrong? Do I have a zit or something?"
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"You..." I point down towards his feet. "You're hovering, Sas. How are you doing that? Dear god, your ego can't be that inflated." I'm joking. It's a pretty weak joke, but then I'm in shock.
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I just have to figure out how to get my devil icon in here.
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"Why can I tell everyone to do what I want except the one person that I want the most?" I fished the cherry out of my drink and chewed it slowly, twisting the stem into a knot with my tongue. "It's not fair."
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"Sylar... you.. here, of all places? I expected so much more from you; you're special, after all. How on earth did they get you?"
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"I don't even know where here is, Peter, and I can't seem to use my powers right. What the hell is going on, what do you know?" Get me the hell out of here! "Do you have anything to do with this?" I try to get out of the straight jacket but all that happens is that it tightens more.
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"I wish I knew. I'm just as shocked as you are to find you here, in this condition."
Squatting down, I crouch in front of him as he struggles inside the jacket. "Luckily, I'm in a position to help you out, Sylar." I look over his shoulder at the straps that hold him. "I could probably loosen that thing up if you wanted to make a deal."
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He's at the bar, so I go there as well. There's plenty of my men here, all waiting for my signal in case I want to take him down right here and now. "One sake, please." I nod at the bartender, who is keeping a bottle of it under the bar, just for me. "And one bowl of water for my dog." Mister Muggles jumps up on the stool next to me, barking excitedly.
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