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Nov 09, 2009 12:36

WHO: Sylar/crazy4pwr & Jam/atwistedfancy
WHAT: Well, Sylar couldn't stay out of the way forever.
WHERE: Morgue
WHEN: This evening.

( [insert jesus joke here] )

gabriel "sylar" gray, oc - jam

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crazy4pwr November 9 2009, 23:39:23 UTC

With a sudden inahlation of breath, Sylar returned to the world of the living. His first few moments were spent alternating between gasping for air and coughing it back out while his body repaired whatever injuries he still had. Finally after about a minute he was able to actually take in his surroundings ( ... )

atwistedfancy November 9 2009, 23:57:31 UTC

Jam waited, patiently, for Sylar to finish his coughing fit. He stood as still as a statue over him, long hair falling in curtains and eyes resting coolly on the man's face. When finally he was noticed, that chill smile reformed over his lips. The fragment of branch was placed aside, no longer needed. It'd done its job.

He had to admit there was a certain pleasure in finally seeing the most interesting dreamer face-to-face. Jam might even have considered himself giddy, if such a word could be applied to him. Of course, none of it was allowed to show on his face.

"You told me," he said, simply and calmly.

crazy4pwr November 10 2009, 00:09:47 UTC

Told him? He was certain that he had not told Jam much of anything, especially not that. He hadn't even trusted his best friend on the island with that piece of information. He would have thought Jam was lying, but there was no way he could have just guessed at how to bring him back to life. So what did that leave?

A smile crept onto Sylar's face as the answer dawned on him.

"You have an ability."

Now curiousity was beginning to come back. Jam obviously knew a lot about him, but how exactly? Mind Reading? Time Travel? Just being able to know? Or maybe even some other ability he couldn't even guess at. He wanted to know, especially if it was an ability he might want.

atwistedfancy November 10 2009, 00:17:07 UTC

And here, Jam knew, he was playing with a viper. It was coiled now, but who knew just how long it would take before those fangs bared themselves? He wasn't so naive as to think that an interesting mind, a somewhat like mind, guaranteed him safety. He would have to step with care.

Jam finally leaned back again, tossing a carefully casual glance about the morgue.

"You've spent enough time here already, I should think. And unless you'd enjoy explaining the situation to the night guard, I would suggest we find somewhere else to speak."

crazy4pwr November 10 2009, 00:45:05 UTC

The man changes subjects very quickly, and not without effect. To be found like this certainly would not be ideal. Sylar supposed he would just have to put his questioning aside for the time being. Jam wanted him for something, what that might be could potentially be almost anything. He always seemed to be a hot commodity.

Now was the time Sylar decided to address the clothing issue. Extending his hand, he made a decent-sized cloth fly over to him. This he wrapped around his waist. For the time being it would have to do.

"I'll apparently be needing some new clothes."

He rose from the slab and looked back at Jam.

"So where are we heading?"