002 - Audio - Sylar - Anonymous NV

[fixesclocks]

Some scallywags mighten accuse me o' likin' th' sound o' me owns voice. Thar they may be right. 'tis rude indeed that I be yet ta introduce meself properly, don't ye reckon? One soul that went t'Davy Jones be hardly a proper 'Ahoy.'

Me name be Sylar. Ye may 'ave heard o' me. If ye haven't, 'tis only a matter o' time.

[I couldn't resist. Sylar has

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[paterelohim]

[Trying so hard not to laugh in the middle of his sentence.]

If ye be sending souls to see Old Hobb, ye'll be soon findin' yerself keelhauled and kicked o'erboard, yeh scabrous dog.

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[fixesclocks]

[His was totally not intentional. Which is why he stares at the NV a little puzzled, pausing before he goes on. He records, then goes back to listen to it, and sure enough:]

Wi' the wind behind me, thar be no way. Fate smiles on ol' seadogs.

[The translator isn't clever enough for how Sylar talks, I swear]

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[paterelohim]

Clever be yer words, welp, but ne'er can ye run from the law's long arm.

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[fixesclocks]

There ain't be a lock-up in these seven seas that can hol' me, nor a braggard brave enough t'try.

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[kingofrooks]

It ain't a laughin' matter, boyo.

[ sdgsadgsdsdgrtwrs going to hell. ]

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[fixesclocks]

Thar be where ye took an ill wind, codpiece. No man here be sick with rum.

[It looks fine when he sends it.]

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[kingofrooks]

Did yer false eye fall outta yer 'ead? Look at what ya sayin', lubber!

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[fixesclocks]

Aye, we been blown way off course by this 'ere sickness.

This sea be full o' dragons.

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[cognidis]

[ OH SNAP IT'S THE MURDERER!! ]

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[cognidis]

[ But- wait. ]

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[cognidis]

[ Is he talking like a-

Why is he talking like a- ]

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[cognidis]

[ Fuck it. ]

You're not talkin' like that intentionally, be you?

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[askedtobe]

[ Just... this face forever. Peter is the epitome of unamused right now. ]

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[fixesclocks]

[Look, his face is moving but the words that come out don't match the words he makes. If you read his lips, you might catch the real ones:

Hello Peter.]

Ahoy, landlubber.

[But a face none the less. Sylar's face, cool and unexpressive, calculating.]

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[askedtobe]

[ God he's just not saying anything at all and just glowering. This sure is going to be an interesting feed.

He's awfully glad everyone finds this so amusing. ]

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[fixesclocks]

[Sylar resumes his conversations while leaving the video feed on to Peter. Occasionally he smiles at him.

After about ten minutes, he picks up the NV - his watch - and turns it to face the table. It jogs a little, for two more minutes, before he turns it back to face him.]

That's better, isn't it?

[His voice is liquid, every hint of pirate dubbing gone.]

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[fantasycliche]

Why are you doing that. Why are several people-- you sound like Ergoths. Is that intentional?

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[fixesclocks]

[Mouth not matching words. He looks like really, really bad dubbing.]

Ain't no bones about it, missy. This 'ere be the scurvy.

[He should be embarassed, but he's still finding all this amusing. Especially since he established five minutes ago how it works, and could stop it at any time.]

[fantasycliche]

[ YOU'RE CONFUSING AND UPSETTING THE DRAGON SHE DOESN'T LIKE THIS ]

That doesn't even make sense.

[fixesclocks]

Scurvy. The 'ole beggering ocean is infected with it.

[Poor dragon.]