005: Video

[gabriel_gray]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Regardless, I do not need it. And there is nothing "friendly" between us.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Actually there is. A friendly distance

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

I loathe you, and you would enjoy murdering me. Sorry - is that "friendly"?

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Maybe if there was a reason to kill you. There's plenty of people on this island with powers, and I'm not even sure what you do.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Nothing of any interest to you.

[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.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

[ He didn't believe that, but it didn't matter. If his hunger urged him to take the power of a little old man who could turn children into candy, then he'd have taken it no matter how useless it was. If anything he was an opportunist as much as anything else. ]

I've grown to like it, but you'll note I don't walk the streets killing every passerby, either.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

...Oh? But I thought your hunger was all-consuming.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

As I said, I don't expect you to understand it.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Try me.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Another analogy then. A child in a chocolate shop. One chocolate sates the hunger, hundreds will just make him sick.

If I absorbed parts of too many other people, it's questionable I'd even know who I was any more.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Would it were so.

Children don't eat chocolate to sate their hunger.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Abilities made me who I was, and they can change me into something else too. I was a watch repair man from Brooklyn, now I'm a killer.

A child who'd been locked in there for three days would. Anyone would.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

I notice you walk free.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Meaning I've found my own ways of coping with it, but I'm not infallible. And sometimes I just want to.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

So your metaphor is no less garbage than your other metaphors.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

I told you that you wouldn't understand. Forgive me for trying to dumb it down to your level.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Or perhaps you're simply a fool with bad ideas.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

I know what I feel.

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Which is good, since there's little enough happening intellectually.

[voice]

[gabriel_gray]

Don't you have anything you believe you understand better than people around you? Something that when you try to explain it, it only ever seems to make sense to you?

[voice]

[ergomaniac]

Calculus, I suppose.