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tampered2007-07-31 08:43 pm
makes-you-tick.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-07-31 08:43 pm
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When; Tonight
Rating; Starting at PG-13 for blood.
Characters; Sylar (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
makes_you_tick), Archer (fireismyblood), anyone in the square who wants to show up.
Summary; Archer comes to Sylar's aid after hearing about his need for a healer. Sylar rejoices in his choice of wording.
Log;
It'd been a very long day for Sylar, although he wasn't sure the fight at Kirby Plaza should count, at this point. Who knows how long he was down in that storm drain., after all? It mattered little, here. He just knew he was bleeding out, and he could only telekinetically hold his wounds together for so long. Eventually he would have to sleep.
Luckily, the people here seemed very helpful.
Sylar slumped on the park bench he was sitting on; he knew he looked positively wretched. The katana had gone clean through his midsection, giving him two wounds to deal with, and a whole mess of internal bleeding. He felt weak, weaker than he had in a long while. Too much of his blood was outside him, splattered across the black hoodie and trenchcoat, smeared across his face. He needed help-- and then maybe he could gain a new ability. It would be nice to not have to worry about this in the future.
Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he'd even be able to take some of these people's abilities. They worked so differently than he'd ever seen before. Well, he'd deal with that when the time came- he was certain he could figure it out.
He waited for Archer, staring at the water spray of the fountain with a blank look on his face.
Rating; Starting at PG-13 for blood.
Characters; Sylar (
makes_you_tick), Archer (fireismyblood), anyone in the square who wants to show up.Summary; Archer comes to Sylar's aid after hearing about his need for a healer. Sylar rejoices in his choice of wording.
Log;
It'd been a very long day for Sylar, although he wasn't sure the fight at Kirby Plaza should count, at this point. Who knows how long he was down in that storm drain., after all? It mattered little, here. He just knew he was bleeding out, and he could only telekinetically hold his wounds together for so long. Eventually he would have to sleep.
Luckily, the people here seemed very helpful.
Sylar slumped on the park bench he was sitting on; he knew he looked positively wretched. The katana had gone clean through his midsection, giving him two wounds to deal with, and a whole mess of internal bleeding. He felt weak, weaker than he had in a long while. Too much of his blood was outside him, splattered across the black hoodie and trenchcoat, smeared across his face. He needed help-- and then maybe he could gain a new ability. It would be nice to not have to worry about this in the future.
Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he'd even be able to take some of these people's abilities. They worked so differently than he'd ever seen before. Well, he'd deal with that when the time came- he was certain he could figure it out.
He waited for Archer, staring at the water spray of the fountain with a blank look on his face.