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Post by General Admin on Oct 30, 2008 12:12:37 GMT -5
October 31, 2008.
Sylar was really confused. He had been shocked, so many times by Noah and Claire. He didn’t know why, but they let him go after Tony confessed that he was just playing. He didn’t know why, but it was just freaking confusing. He decided that he would go take care of that business with Wayne. His future self told him to kill Wayne and everything would be alright, but would it really be alright?
He arrived at Capitol Hill and started to pace around as he debated if he should do this or not. He took out his cell phone and dialed Wayne’s number. He left a message, “Hey Wayne, it’s Sylar we need to talk privately about some issues, give me a call” He said as he hung up. He hoped that Wayne would get the message and that he was in Washington.
He was going to kill him, no matter what. He didn’t care. He was going to make the future right. Nathan was the President and not Wayne O’Neil from California. He never cared for politics, but this time he did care about politics. He wanted his brother, that he never knew was to be the rightful President. Wayne O’Neil was a bastard and possibly a traitor, to everyone.
Sylar decided to go check out some monuments to the founding fathers, and other important political people that made this country what it is today. He teleported to the Lincoln Memorial and stood at the stairs of the memorial. The memorial was crowded today. He shook his head and went up to the memorial and looked at the stone figured of Lincoln. He just stood there looking at him and ignoring all the children that were asking stupid questions.
“Why he is made out of stone?”
“Why is the greatest President?”
“Senator O’Neil will be the great one”
“No Senator Petrelli will be the great one”
Sylar sighed as he couldn’t keep from ignoring the children that were asking the stupid questions. “He is the greatest President, because that is what everyone wants to think, we have 43 Presidents and out of all of them I think 5 are the greatest” He rolled his eyes “Washington, Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Franklin Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy are the greatest Presidents of all time” He bit down on his lower lip, “And Senator Petrelli will be the next great President, not Senator O’Neil” He said as he put in his own opinion, as the children walked away. He sighed and looked up at the monument as he was all alone, “So honest Abe, what do you think I should do? Should I kill O’Neil or Petrelli?” He asked knowing that Abe wasn’t going to response.
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Post by daphne on Oct 30, 2008 14:48:19 GMT -5
Another fantastic day at Pinehearst thought Daphne, as she was told to tell Sylar he had to kill Senator O'Niel. It was bad enough seeing the futuristic painting of it the other day, but to actually be told to tell someone they had to carry out what was on the painting, made Daphne shiver slightly. Sylar would be in Washington she was told. She didn't want to do it, but she worked for Arthur and as much as she hated it, what he said went. So with a heavy heart she took herself off to Washington to find Sylar.
Naturally using her super speed to get her there. So fast the only visible thing about her, were papers flying around for no reason when there was no wind in the air. People would look at it with mystified and confused expressions, but possibly put it down to the traffic on the street with a shrug.
As she reached Washington at full speed, she almost bumped right into Sylar when she caught sight of him looking up at some monuments. Slowing down enough to see him talk to some kids, well not talk, but answer their questions which he obviously felt he had to do, because they had been annoying him. She could tell, just by the tone of his voice. When the kids had cleared off, she walked up to him.
"You should kill O'Niel" she said, lips pursed, and head tilted to the side as she stood next to him watching and waiting for a reaction.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 30, 2008 15:34:51 GMT -5
Sylar hated children, they were just annoying, but they were idiots also. Who else in their right mind would even talk about the Greatest President of them all? They were all great in his opinion, but he dare not to say anything to those children he had spoken with in an annoyed tone. He was glad that they left, because he would have showed them, who was the best one and believe it or not, it was Lincoln.
Yes, Sylar respected Honest Abe and always wanted to be like Abe Lincoln. His adoptive mother always told him that he could be President, and yet he ended up a watch repairman and a murderer. This was his destiny, to become a murderer and not President of the United States. If he could redo his entire childhood, he would make sure that he never killed people. There was no way to redeem himself, what done was done.
Sylar had asked a monument on what he should do. It was very difficult and he knew that the monument wasn’t going to speak to him. He only asked because it thought that maybe it would give him a sign to murder the correct one. He couldn’t murder his brother, he had to murder the other one. He had to murder O’Neil, but then O’Neil was his friend and he knew O’Neil the best not Nathan.
He just wished that someone would tell him who to pick, and hopefully it was the right decision. He raised an eyebrow when he heard someone speak. He tilted his head and looked down at a short girl, who was standing next to him. “Kill O’Neil? But he is a friend and the other one is a brother” He said with a slight confused tone. He was really confused. “Destiny is a bitch!” He muttered to himself.
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Post by daphne on Oct 31, 2008 1:14:25 GMT -5
Well Daphne had done as she was asked to do, she'd instructed Sylar to kill O'Niel even though in Daphne's opinion nobody should be getting killed. But there must have been valid reasons for the painting showing the death of O'Niel. She stood there looking at him for a few moments.
"Look" Daphne began, "Trust me, when I say O'Niel is the one you should kill" not entirely sure whether he would believe her a second time around and definitely not sure she should tell him about the painting she'd seen.
"Yes" Daphne agreed, nodding her head emphatically, "Life is most certainly a bitch, and then you die" she said finishing off the old known tale.
[ooc: sorry post is short bleh, it was getting late, I was getting tired, and I didn't know if I was allowed to tell about the painting or not]
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Post by General Admin on Oct 31, 2008 8:02:17 GMT -5
[OOC: Your fine!]
Sylar just stared at her as he folded his arms. Who was this girl? To tell him what to do? How did she know about killing Wayne or Nathan? This was a difficult discussion and he had to reflect on this. He was hoping that O’Neil would call him back. He had left him a voice mail. He bit his lower lip and heard his phone ring. He placed his hand in his pocket and answered the phone, hoping it was Wayne.
“Hello?” He asked as he proceeded to talk with Wayne. Sylar was giving Wayne, some nasty tones and just hung up after he was finished talking with the man. He shook his head as he put his phone back in his pocket, “He is going to die, the Senator, right now…” spat Sylar. “He just informed me, that he was just using us to kill people he hated and after Nathan is killed, he is going to expose, Peter and I as the killers and how he was savior in figuring out it…” He said as he trailed off. “That bastard…”
He sighed as he looked at his watch. “Plan of attack, shall I inform, Pete or just do it myself…” He muttered as he glanced at the short one, “Do you have a power?” He asked looking at her. He wasn’t going to kill her, he just wanted some help. Of course, he could it by himself, but there was just something with this girl…
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Post by daphne on Oct 31, 2008 16:55:20 GMT -5
Daphne continued to stand staring at Sylar, with her hands on her hips and her head still tilted to the side. There was something about this guy and she didn't know what it was. Well she knew what it was, he was a killer, but, this was something else. Something deep inside him, which she felt was good. Somehow she felt like he could be easily lead to the right path, and maybe she could be the one to do it.
His cell phone rang, so she just stood there wondering what she could do while he busied himself talking to who ever it was he was talking to. When he was finished talking however, Sylar spoke and in a very angry voice. Daphne just watched him with her eyes wide open, wondering what he was going to do next. She stepped back from him ever so slightly, not sure he was going to attack her, until she listened to what he had to say.
"Well, there you go, like I said, O'Niel is the one you have to kill" she said in a voice which said 'told you so'. Besides, he couldn't really kill his own brother could he? She shrugged it off, maybe he could, but that wasn't the issue now, he'd said he was going to kill O'Niel, which was what she was told to tell him to do, so her message had been given and now she could leave.
She was just about to speed off, when he began to speak to her again. She turned to him to listen to what he was saying. Something about a plan of attack. Should he involve Peter, well that wasn't for her to say, but the painting did only show Sylar. So no, Peter shouldn't be involved should he?
"No, you have to do this by yourself" she said defiantly, it had to be as the painting showed, but she didn't know if she was allowed to talk about the painting. Why was he asking if she had a power she wondered, giving him a shifty eye look. Then if he was going to kill her he'd have done it already she thought.
"Yeah, how about this?" she asked him, as she stood there in front of him one second and standing by another one of the monuments a second later. Grinning over at him.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 31, 2008 21:53:47 GMT -5
“So I should do it by myself?” He asked. It wasn’t that he was mind. He just couldn’t know why he was making this poor girl even speak with him. She had to know about him. She just had too and knows about his reputation. He had a bad reputation and many people looked down on him because of that.
“Super speed?” He said to her as she disappeared and came back. He tilted his head with a smile, “Well, guess I better do it yeah?” He sighed deciding to introduce him, “Well, anyway I’m Gabriel…Gabriel Sylar” He said. He wasn’t going to give away his real name. He wondered if she would even introduce herself.
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Post by daphne on Oct 31, 2008 22:25:28 GMT -5
"Yes you should definitely do by yourself" Daphne insisted, after all that's what the painting showed. If he got anybody else involved, it meant the future would change, and she didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. In a lot of ways she imagined it could be a very good thing to change the future, but for this one, she didn't want Peter to get involved in the assassination of O'Niel, Sylar had already got Peter into enough trouble as it was.
"Yeah super speed, I hear you like to take people's powers" she said head tilted looking at him, "Well if you're thinking in taking mine, try not to kill me, I kinda like my life, thanks" she said pursing her lips.
"And if you're talking about killing O'Niel by yourself, then yeah you better do it" she answered, looking around and thinking she should introduce herself, just as he introduced himself. But he didn't give his real name. That was weird. She knew his name because Arthur had told her it, but she didn't know whether she should say she knew him or not.
"Daphne Millbrook" she said, smiling a little, introducing herself to him. She knew he was a killer, killed lots of people, and she shouldn't be enjoying her conversation with him so much, yet something, somewhere was saying it wasn't so bad. She decided not to mention the fact she knew who he was, at least not yet anyway. "So, pleased to meet you Gabriel" she added.
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Post by General Admin on Nov 1, 2008 7:49:33 GMT -5
“Of course, I’ll do it by myself” He said back. He always did everything by himself, but this time, he wasn’t sure if he should be able to do this or not. He liked having people help him lately, but he should go back to his old ways. It would be easier then relaying on people to help one another. It would seem.
“Yeah, I like to take people’s abilities, but I don’t have to, I can absorb them…but I’m not absorbing yours, I don’t need super speed, I got teleporting and freezing time” He said with a chuckle as he shook his head. “And I don’t want your powers” He admitted as he looked at her.
“Of course, I will do it by myself, I’m the master of killing people by myself” He said with a weak smile. Everyone who knew about his murders, knew that he always liked to do it by himself; however, for some reason lately he hadn’t been doing it. He just wanted people to do it for him. He was sick of it. However, one more kill wouldn’t hurt.
“Well, nice to meet you Daphne” He said with a smile as he bit his lower lip, “Well, guess I better do this, you know, maybe we will see one another again?” He said before he closed his eyes and teleported away leaving the Speedster alone.
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Post by daphne on Nov 1, 2008 15:14:02 GMT -5
She smiled when he said he would do it by himself. It meant that nobody else would get involved and it would keep Peter out of the equation and make the painting true and the future wouldn't be altered in anyway at all.
"Oh, well alright then" Daphne said as she looked at him with her head still tilted to the side. What was wrong with her and her powers that he didn't want to take hers she wondered. She began to sulk a little, and then realised what she was doing. Why sulk over a psychotic killer not taking your power. She shook her head slightly. But couldn't help but ask, "Why? Something wrong with my powers? Something wrong with me?" she asked him, tilting her head to the side again.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too" I guess she said to herself, but gave him a weak smile just the same. "Yeah, sure" she said when he spoke about seeing her again sometime. As she watched him teleport away from her, leaving her a little dumbfounded.
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Post by clairebear on Nov 5, 2008 0:02:03 GMT -5
Updated RPG Calendar.
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