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“Oh, I do understand that feeling all too well,” the Time Lord sighed, “Not a lot of things to do on this mud ball and my ride has…well…disappeared. So, I’m stuck here, just as much as you are.”
“Oh, ain’t that just a shame. I suppose this is the part I feel bad for you, hmm?”
“We’ve been rather good…friends…lately, Sylar…don’t mar it with your sarcasm.”
“Sarcasm is all part of my charm. You know that.”
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“Oh, I do know that. Its endearing, really.”
“So they keep saying.” he mused, chuckling near the end. Endearing was far from a word people ever used to describe him.
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“Well, ‘they’ must be very confused,” he laughed, “Care for some tea, Skylar?”
Sylar shrugged as he put his hands in his designer jacket pockets. “Depends on the kind.”
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A unlikely trip||Sylar/Watson
Time travel. Boy, how he was really starting to hate this ability. Sitting against the brick wall of a 19th century London building. With a groan and hitting the back of his head on the wall, he let his healing hands drop to the muddy ground in his obviously not of this time nice clothes.
“Freaking. Perfect.” Out in the open on the way to busy streets, but it made it easy to hide the very rapidly healing, bloody wounds all over his face.
“Gladstone! Gladstone, heel! Heel, boy, heel!”
The bulldog yanks his leash out of Watson’s hands and travels through the crowd in such a manner as to remind the doctor of his companion, Sherlock Holmes. By the time he catches up, Gladstone is jumping on and barking at a strangely dressed stranger.
“I beg your pardon, sir, he’s not usually like this.” He grabs the dogs leash and pulls him off the stranger. Able to take a longer look he notices blood on the mans face, and what looks like mud on his hands and backside, "Are you alright?” It looked like the man had run into a spot of trouble, perhaps he had been mugged, after all, his unusual clothes looked both foreign and expensive; they would make him a target. “I’m a doctor, and my home isn’t too far from here, perhaps you’d like to drop by and we can clean you up.”
“You know what? That sounds awesome.” Sylar said, falling into a not too different kind of persona for this historic doctor. As he reached up and took the doctor’s hand, he noticed the usually broken ‘Sylar’ watch he made was actually fixed and working. “Hm.” Was all me muttered as he glanced to it before meeting the other’s blue eyes.
“My name is Gabriel. Gabriel Gray.” Least in this timeline he wasn’t wanted for his mothers murder. And the Gray and Sons watchshop should actually be up and running in America already, a cover he can use until he can figure out how to time travel back to his timeline.
A unlikely trip||Sylar/Watson
Time travel. Boy, how he was really starting to hate this ability. Sitting against the brick wall of a 19th century London building. With a groan and hitting the back of his head on the wall, he let his healing hands drop to the muddy ground in his obviously not of this time nice clothes.
“Freaking. Perfect.” Out in the open on the way to busy streets, but it made it easy to hide the very rapidly healing, bloody wounds all over his face.
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“Just like a woman, thinking ‘Nagging’ is a option.”
“ Please tell me the other options then, “ Eirena was terrified but she worked to keep her voice calm and steady - as if she wasn’t terrified of what this all meant.
“Sometimes, there just aren’t any. Life is kinda funny like that.”
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“You do realize you’re trying to scold a super powered, psychopathic, serial killer, right?”
“ I mean what’s my other option? “ She laughed weakly, “ Proven I can’t fight you, proven I can’t run, you said you were tired of begging… So what else am I supposed to do? “
“Just like a woman, thinking ‘Nagging’ is a option.”
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“You know, I get that a lot..”
“ Then maybe you should think about how to better yourself. “
“You do realize you’re trying to scold a super powered, psychopathic, serial killer, right?”
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“oop, you’re quicker than most. What a nice change of pace.”
“ Is it? Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you. “
“You know, I get that a lot..”
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“What fresh hell is this.”
She warned him. She warned him! Angelica is slow to take three steps back, hands raised so her palms were revealed. She didn’t want him near her again. There was an immensity inside of him that Angelica couldn’t measure. It was like looking into herself, but there as more to it inside of him. Too much. The contact was enough to jolt them both, her abilities spiking. Doe eyes are fixed on the man, watching intently. He didn’t seem nearly as perturbed as she was, causing her to straighten a little more.
“ Y- You tell me! “
His eyes narrowed as he felt the spike of an ability, head snapping down to look at the woman with a much darker interest now. “Well, well... Looks like lunch is coming to me.” He chuckled, stopping her frantic moving as he held up one hand and used telekinesis to make her freeze.
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“Please don’t. I try to avoid those if possible.” He watched the water with amusement as he said this, keeping his stance. “Then where do you live?”
“I believe if I told you where I live, that would only help you find me later, “ Eirena pointed out, glancing towards the sea again, “ Unless you want to even the score and tell me where you live. “
“oop, you’re quicker than most. What a nice change of pace.”
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Cracker Jack Prize||Doctor Strange and Sylar
“Ooo!” He mocked with a false face of panicked surprise, hands up with a little shake before putting the down and face falling into his usual cocky smirk. “Been there, done that. One time someone sucked all the abilities in me and left me stranded in mexico with a hole through my torso.”
A lick of his lips showed the predatory look in his dark features. He was already into the mainframe of this man’s mind and body. How this fellow ticked was extraordinary and oh, what a fun opportunity that caused them to meet. Only death and pain follows when Sylar has this look-a look that makes it seem Sylar already won what plans he seems to be forming. “I do hope not, wizard. I like you enough to not go out of my way to destroy. I would rather you keep it like that because I do hate making time for unneeded revenge.”
The comment didn’t necessarily catch him off guard, but it did reinforce a fundamental and important point: that those who knew suffering, true suffering, weren’t to be toyed with. It was, he felt, a relatively basic common sense dictum, but so much of the time people in power ignored it. Then again, those on the look-out for more power than they had usually succeeded in finding it by focusing on all of the keyholes of usefulness another human being could offer.
Most especially at that person’s expense. “And I do hate having to inconvenience people just to exact revenge on me.” Though it has happened… but beings in the magical community do also hold grudges for centuries. “But typically, I don’t say what I don’t mean. I might be full of shit, but I’m a pretty horrible liar, rest assured.”
“Couldn’t lie to me even if you wanted. An ability I gathered from a woman named Sue Sanders.” He mused with a dark grin. Sylar enjoyed letting things like that out every now and then. He learned it kept people from forgetting he is most certainly a super powered serial killer with more powers than most gods at this point.
“No worries from me. Nothing says partners like threats on my life.” What was funny was that actually was nothing but the god honest truth on his part. Every person who ever teamed up with him threaten his life. He thought it was a little amusing as he gave a chuckle.
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“Just wondering what tragic backstory they will tell of you when you’re dead.” Sharp and to the point, letting herself get lost in her mind.
“ What do you want? Do you want me to beg you to let me live? “ Eirena sputtered out, fingers twitching nervously at her side. The sea beneath them was churning once again.
“ I dont’ live on the streets. “
“Please don’t. I try to avoid those if possible.” He watched the water with amusement as he said this, keeping his stance. “Then where do you live?”
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“Power. Favor. Sport. General malignant purposes.” He said off the bat, seemingly unaware when the exact opposite was true. He was playing now, wondering what fun ways she will try to escape him. Hero? Coward? He bet though this one was going to be a wild card.
“You know, bit tacky to live by your ability. What drove you to being on the streets like this?” A easy grab of her full attention, guard down for a brief moment.
She had been about to run, to try and escape - one way or another - when he asked her about about her living arrangements. Eirena cocked an eyebrow, paused in a second of thought. If he was trying for her attention - he’d gotten it. She bit down on her lip.
“ Is it any more tacky than killing someone with your ability? “ She quipped in response, “ You think I live on the streets? Or what caused me to be out on the streets right now? “ The answer to both were similar, but she needed to be sure what information was being asked of her before she volunteered it up.
“Just wondering what tragic backstory they will tell of you when you’re dead.” Sharp and to the point, letting herself get lost in her mind.
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“Ah shit… Where am I now?”
“New York… New York.. Unites States of Trumpmerica… Earth… Solar Sytem.. Milky Way.. Midgard.” Beat. “Good enough answer?”
“Ugh, wonderful.” He groaned as he stopped looking around. “Always back here. Hate teleporting sometimes.
She raised a brow, pursing her lips as she took a step back from him. “Mutant?”
“Hardly. I’m a evolved human. Or, more referred to as a Special.”