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005: Video
[ The NV flickers on for the first time to--what is that?--bubbles and bleak murky water. Green and grey, and a flash of light high above. There's wild splashing, white water, and a bleary shot of the city in the far distance.
The water swallows up the NV, and then over the next minute or so everything is just dark. Bleak and dark and wet.
And then the splashing starts again. The NV goes off in all the activity.
An hour and a half later, it comes back on, and a sand smeared, wet, bedraggled Sylar is leant over the NV, shivering--the water is subzero. There's seaweed in his hair, and his eyes are blazing gold, as though on fire. He's considering exploding just to teach Lucifer a lesson he'll not forget. ]
I have a wonderful idea. [ His voice is harsh, as though he's spent the last few hours choking saltwater, which would be accurate. ] The next time you decide that something is yours, write your goddamned name on it.
[ OOC: Sylar's replies will come a couple of hours later, as in the meantime he'll be stopped from exploding the city. He doesn't appreciate getting dumped in the ocean much, not really. Also shh it's totally Wednesday here. ]
The water swallows up the NV, and then over the next minute or so everything is just dark. Bleak and dark and wet.
And then the splashing starts again. The NV goes off in all the activity.
An hour and a half later, it comes back on, and a sand smeared, wet, bedraggled Sylar is leant over the NV, shivering--the water is subzero. There's seaweed in his hair, and his eyes are blazing gold, as though on fire. He's considering exploding just to teach Lucifer a lesson he'll not forget. ]
I have a wonderful idea. [ His voice is harsh, as though he's spent the last few hours choking saltwater, which would be accurate. ] The next time you decide that something is yours, write your goddamned name on it.
[ OOC: Sylar's replies will come a couple of hours later, as in the meantime he'll be stopped from exploding the city. He doesn't appreciate getting dumped in the ocean much, not really. Also shh it's totally Wednesday here. ]
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And are you speaking, then, of the law? That is surprising to me.
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Do I really have to spell it out? I'm talking about the angel.
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Sam may be many wonderful things but he's not capable of dismembering a man and teleporting him into the ocean.
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But perhaps you'd like to petition him for it. I'm sure you could sell him your soul, if you still had one.
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By the way, I suggest hydrogen peroxide. It's a little strong, but it'll do the job.
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[That's said with a bit less withering contempt than perhaps Miles would like to have in his voice, because in spite of everything that second comment does rather unnerve him.]
And everything is already cleaned up, thank you.
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[ Although to be honest he usually just throws his clothes out. ]
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[That's not even a lie. The ability to, ultimately, kill with a touch would be useful to Sylar - but if he described the ability, Sylar would never figure out that was what it could be used for.]
But you do not mean to say that you dislike killing.
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