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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 (makes_you_tick) and the Master (neverendingbeat)
Summary; The Master is still hungry. Sylar doesn't get out of the way in time.
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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.

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As usual, as it had been for the past month, the Master was hungry. He'd been supporting the hunger for so long, it almost felt regular to him, like it was just a part of who he was. Like the drums had been, only there, his timeline had been manipulated and they hadn't been part of him, not at all.

But as for now, he was on the hunt for food, as he was for the majority of his current life. Or at least he was before catching sight of Sylar. He hung back and watched the man for the moment. Sylar was connected with Lucy and he'd killed him, and dared to capture and question him and right now, he really wanted some sort of revenge on Lucy for killing him directly for a second time. And if he couldn't actively revenge himself upon Lucy, then he theorised that Sylar, the enactor of her indirect malice, would be the next best option.

Besides that, he'd never had the chance to test his control of Sylar's mind and he wanted more than anything to feel he had control again. His hand crackled with electricity for a brief moment before he decided his aim wasn't good enough at this distance and besides, he needed eye contact for the mind control. Shocking Sylar once probably wouldn't be good enough; he needed to yank at his control as well. Therefore, he made an effort to loop around, so as to end up walking toward Sylar from the front.

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He heard something, but didn't recognize it before the Master had wandered off. It wasn't long, however, before the Master came into few. Sylar raised an eyebrow at the sight of him, but continued walking forward- he'd been watching the Network for news on the Time Lord, wondering if he could help. Maybe now he'd get a chance to try. He'd managed to help Mohinder before, after all, when the man was in this desperate a state.

"Hello," he said, carefully. He was certain he'd never call the man 'Master', and yet he was hardly going to use the psuedonym anymore. "Want any help, yet? Since I'm already here..."

Sylar had watched his eye contact with the Master when they went down to the Clock, worried about whatever he'd done before. But Sylar was hardly thinking about it now, what with the state the Master was in. God, he was broken.