you're flesh and blood, but what's underneath?

[intuitivelyapt]

Characters: Sylar and Brennan, Tron, Leia, Simon, Anders, Lion-O, Elle, Cordy, and Carver.
Location: All around Coruscant
Planet: Look up, ho.
When: At any point from roughly 11/21 to 12/7.
What: Sylar will be killing all the special people. :') Part one. THERE WILL BE A NEW THREAD FOR YOU WHEN IT'S YOUR TURN TO DIE.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13

Comments

TRON 11/22ish

[intuitivelyapt]

[One day after taking out Brennan, and Sylar's still left with a ~hunger~ in his soul. Ever since Claire, it had been building, And Brennan had only been fuel to the fire.

So, for his next target, he'd done a little research. Scoped the guy out. And set up shop in a darkened corner hidden along the way to the apartments Tron typically took. It wouldn't be long now, he calculated.]

[tronja307020]

[A lack of sleep can do strange things to a User's body. Tron has only recently begun to understand that. Even now, the slowing of his senses is something that he hasn't yet learned to recognize or deal with properly.

So when Sylar comes for him, it takes him far too long to detect the man's presence. He's only thinking about getting home, making sure Axel is safe, that none of the remaining rabble from the riots have broken in, and waiting for Flynn to come safely home. He always did have a one-track processor.]

[intuitivelyapt]

[With the raising of one hand, he sends Tron flying against the wall of the nearest building.]

So. You ... what's your name again? Well, I suppose that doesn't matter. You've got something I need.

Posting from my phone, 'cause my computer's acting strange.

[tronja307020]

[He gives a startled cry as he finds himself thrown against the wall, and the force of his head hitting the surface scrambles his processor for a good few seconds before he pulls himself back together.

Suddenly, all of his senses are focused on the User in front of him, and the malicious intent he feels coming from instantly makes his anger flare. He almost answers the question before his survival instincts overide his sense of propriety, and he snarls in reply, pulling himself off the ground.

So. Sith? He thought he'd seen the man on the datapads before, but he can't be sure. It doesn't matter much, anyway. He throws his own Force Push at his attacker, stalking forward where he'll be able to attack properly in close range.]

awww :C

[intuitivelyapt]

[Tron's Force Push sent him flying back. This was one of the things that bothered Sylar about Star Wars world -- telekinesis was ~his thing~, and now pretty much anyone adept enough with the Force could pull it off. Although, his experience might give him some kind of advantage. That's what he had to say to make himself feel better, anyway.

Sylar retaliated by Force Pushing him back, the tried and true method of five-year-olds everywhere. He obviously wasted too many seconds the first time, so he'd use this opportunity to pin Tron to the wall and get right down to business. Hold his hand up again, he starts siphoning Tron's Force power, creating a glowing energy ribbon between the two of them.]