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tampered2010-03-17 12:19 pm
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log, ongoing;
When; Monday, March 15, eaaaarly morning.
Rating; R for the likelihood of extreme violence. This is a regenerative killer and a guy who eats people, and one has a grudge on the other. It's gonna get bad, folks.
Characters; Gabriel Sylar (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
makes_you_tick) and the Master (neverendingbeat)
Summary; The Master is still hungry. Sylar doesn't get out of the way in time.
Log;
Evening didn't mean sleep for Sylar, or at least they didn't mean much in the way of sleep. He generally only got one to three hours- thanks to the regenerative properties his body now held, it didn't bother him as much as it used to. It was impossible to sleep when his mind was so active, and so he'd get up and try to sort things out on his walks.
He'd been in the Underground a lot recently- not in order to fight monsters, though, like he used to. Unlike Faith, Sylar didn't necessarily need the violence. It was fun, and it used to be an added bonus when he had to kill someone anyway, but he didn't need it. What he needed were answers. So he'd float toward the Clock, then remind himself that he didn't have time to go search it out before work. He'd drift back out of the tunnels and wander the more occupied parts of the Underground.
Why he came down here specifically, he wasn't sure. It felt more like he belonged here than in the streets above, perhaps. If someone came down here without a way to defend themselves, maybe he could help, but- really? Was he looking for people to save? He scoffed at the idea and turned his thoughts toward other things, toward the prior curse and what he might be able to glean from it. He kept an eye out for unusual movement as he walked from street to street, but most of his attention was turned inward, for the moment.
Rating; R for the likelihood of extreme violence. This is a regenerative killer and a guy who eats people, and one has a grudge on the other. It's gonna get bad, folks.
Characters; Gabriel Sylar (
makes_you_tick) and the Master (neverendingbeat)Summary; The Master is still hungry. Sylar doesn't get out of the way in time.
Log;
Evening didn't mean sleep for Sylar, or at least they didn't mean much in the way of sleep. He generally only got one to three hours- thanks to the regenerative properties his body now held, it didn't bother him as much as it used to. It was impossible to sleep when his mind was so active, and so he'd get up and try to sort things out on his walks.
He'd been in the Underground a lot recently- not in order to fight monsters, though, like he used to. Unlike Faith, Sylar didn't necessarily need the violence. It was fun, and it used to be an added bonus when he had to kill someone anyway, but he didn't need it. What he needed were answers. So he'd float toward the Clock, then remind himself that he didn't have time to go search it out before work. He'd drift back out of the tunnels and wander the more occupied parts of the Underground.
Why he came down here specifically, he wasn't sure. It felt more like he belonged here than in the streets above, perhaps. If someone came down here without a way to defend themselves, maybe he could help, but- really? Was he looking for people to save? He scoffed at the idea and turned his thoughts toward other things, toward the prior curse and what he might be able to glean from it. He kept an eye out for unusual movement as he walked from street to street, but most of his attention was turned inward, for the moment.