Sylar
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You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 28, 2009 13:44:03 GMT -5
No bell jangled when the door opened. The only sound most people would hear was the tick-tocking of the scores of clocks which covered every wall in the store. It was a noise which Sylar was entirely ambivelant about; the part of him that was still Gabriel found it familiar and comforting, while the rest hated it for exactly that reason.
Still. It was something to fall back on, something he knew. He needed a base of operations, a starting point. If - when - he got bored or found something better to do, he'd leave. Until then, this would keep him occupied, and have the bonus of helping convince both Mohinder and Tsuzuki that he had honest intentions.
While waiting for the clockmaker to return - how odd that he would leave his store unlocked when he wasn't here - Sylar began to work on the clock which lay half-finished on the work-bench.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 16, 2009 14:32:28 GMT -5
*Amongst the twitching, reverberating mass of gears and ticking mechanisms, a single, small lens almost seemed to lean forward through the darkness, inclining towards the stranger far below.
There was silence for several moments more before a hidden door swung open to reveal Herr Drosselmeyer, holding a large pistol he had modified himself to include several complicated elements to line up each and every shot to perfection, leveling it at Sylar.*
"I'll thank you to take your hands off my work."
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 17, 2009 12:23:09 GMT -5
Sylar paused long enough to throw the clockmaker a look of amused contempt before countinuing his work. Almost had it... there. Done. He closed the clock, took of the "borrowed" magnifying glasses, and stood to face Herr Drosselmeyer as slowly and casually as was physically possible.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 15:39:36 GMT -5
"I'm not interested in your explanations or apologies, so you can leave right now."
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 15:55:00 GMT -5
Sylar cocked his head to one side, almost flirtatiously. "What on earth makes you think I'd bother with either?" He gesture at the gun. "You'd best put that away. If you put bullet-holes in my shirt, I will be very... upset with you. I like this shirt."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 16:10:33 GMT -5
"Oh, you're expecting bullets? So sorry to disappoint," *said Drosselmeyer dryly, pulling the trigger.
A web of shimmering silver threads buzzed and hissed as it coiled rapidly out of the barrel of the gun, flinging itself around the intruder like a net and drawing tightly around the back, melding into itself until the beginning and end were indistinguishable and the threads dug into Sylar's flesh like prehensile wire, effectively immobilizing him in a sarcophagus like cobwebs of steel.
Drosselmeyer lowered his weapon and went to the man, who still stood upright, and hooked his fingers easily through some loops between Sylar's shoulderblades and pulled him horizontal, his knees skidding against the floor as he dragged him out the door of his shop and through several winding alleys before leaving him to lie face-up in the shadows before turning to go back to his shop.*
"It'll dissolve after twenty-four hours," *said Drosselmeyer.* "Enjoy your unmolested shirt."
*A couple of stray dogs were already sniffing at Sylar and licking his face curiously as Drosselmeyer left. He went back to his shop and carefully locked all doors and windows, before lining up all of his various ammunition and weaponry on one end of his worktable, hoping he'd be left in peace, but somehow doubting it.*
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 16:25:11 GMT -5
After his efforts at prying loose the web using telekinesis failed miserably, Sylar gave up and melted the damn thing, squeezing his eyes and mouth shut to avoid getting any inside.
Dammit. Not only was his shirt ruined, but so was everything else. He needed new clothes. Maybe he'd take Herr Drosselmeyer's when he was done punishing him.
But, no. He was supposed to be giving all that up. Tsuzuki knew where he was headed; it was too risky. Besides, it was Sylar's own fault for allowing himself to be distracted. As the rage faded, he found himself admiring the clockmaker a little. Not many people got the better of him, and fewer still did so with such certainty, or in such an interesting way.
It was with rather more optimism for his immediate future that Sylar broke into the shop for the second time.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 16:32:30 GMT -5
*The alarm led Drosselmeyer right to the breach where Sylar was attempting to enter. It was with a sigh that he shouldered his gun.*
"I've just gotten settled in this town. I should hate to have to move again, only to escape you."
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 16:43:52 GMT -5
"The last man that managed to get the better of me, I followed half-way across the world and two hundred years into the past. I'd hate to have to leave him again, but you're just too interesting to pass up on, and I doubt he'll try to run again. I could always come back."
Sylar pulled himself the rest of the way through the window and dusted himself off.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 17:55:24 GMT -5
"If you're expecting me to draw any kind of pleasure or intrigue from your disturbing brand of flattery, you're sorely mistaken."
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 18:24:03 GMT -5
"Just stating the facts. I'm a little directionless right now. Somebody fun to stalk is a great solution."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 18:29:25 GMT -5
*Drosselmeyer rolled his eyes.*
Oh dear God.
"I don't suppose there's any use in my calling the police. What do you want from me?"
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 18:36:30 GMT -5
((Eye, singular, surely?))
Sylar leaned back against the wall and grinned toothily. "Not unless you ave some particular grudge against them, no. And what I want is a job." He awaited the other man's reaction with anticipation.
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Mar 18, 2009 18:44:37 GMT -5
((Who knows what it does behind the patch?))
"Can't afford to give you one," *said Drosselmeyer simply.*
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
Posts: 185
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Post by Sylar on Mar 18, 2009 18:47:09 GMT -5
((True, true.))
He shrugged. "I don't want money. I just want something to do. Something I can at least pretend is vaguely respectable."
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