sirenspull | video [ forward-dated to afternoon of march 13 ]

video [ forward-dated to afternoon of march 13 ]

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

[ (video) private to Peter Petrelli / extremely difficult to hack ]

Don't go back to your apartment. Sylar's there. [ That concern in her eyes is genuine, her eyes moist. She blinks. ]

I took Mr. Muggles with me.

[ (voice) private to Loki / moderately difficult to hack ]

What are you doing later?

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

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If I made your Academy days pretty hellish, I'd wager that I'm the Jim you're looking for.

[Good thing he knows how to spot that amusement, huh?]

While we're somewhat on the subject of crazy psychopaths, you didn't happen to arrive with any weapons, did you?

Yeah, you're him then.

No, I don't usually carry one. I do have my Med Kit though.

Well. At least that's something. I might have to see what I can do about finding you something that you can carry on your person, though.

[Have a very, very unimpressed look.]

Since you're going for coffee later.

You know I don't have much of a stomach for violence, I leave that to you.

[Have a raised brow in return.]

Coffee's easier than reattaching your head to your shoulders.

Bones. Lemme put it this way. If you're going on a date with Sylar? You're damn well taking a weapon. I've a mind to show up with you, you dumbass. [Or forbid you from going altogether. HE'S THE CAPTAIN, HE CAN DO THAT. :|]

I'm a big boy, Jim, I can take care of myself. Besides, what am I going to do, mace him?

[Hey, he's not exactly thrilled about this either, that guy terrifies him. ALSO, don't we need a ship for that?]

Phasers do have more than "stun" mode, Bones.

[HE HAS HIS COMMAND UNIFORM IN THE CLOSET. DON'T MAKE HIM PUT IT ON.]

[there's that suffering look he's so good at.]

Would it make you feel better?

[I thought that was just for "special" occasions?]

Me handing you my phaser and it being on "kill" or "disintegrate"? Yes. Somehow I think that'd help me feel a little better.

[Keeping his best friend alive is a special occasion. :|]

If I disintegrate my foot off I'm blaming you. [He's trying to sound light hearted, or at least hiding his usual annoyance.]

See? This is how I feel all the time while you're gallivanting around armpit deep in danger.

I think a disintegrated foot is a bit better than a lobotomized head, Bones. Correct me if I'm wrong.

[A sigh, and he's rubbing a couple fingers against his temple.]

Right, right. I get it. So from now on, no need to go running off to meet murderers in the future, okay?

You making the same promise here?

Since you're pulling this stunt, I think I at least get one more act of reckless stupidity before I call it quits.

[He's. Trying to stop being so tense about all this, at least.]

[You're such a pain in my--]

...I swear to god, Jim, I will throttle you myself.

Currently, Bones? That feeling's mutual. I don't want to have to go looking for a new doctor. [Or best friend. You kind of take up both of those slots.]

You'd never find one that'll put up with the shit I do and you know it. [That might have been affection. Just don't get sentimental on him.]

Everyone's going to play nice and I'll be home before dinner.

Exactly why you need to come outta this unscathed and never try it again. And you damn well better be home before dinner, or you'll miss out on whatever delicious slab of meat I end up cooking you, alright?

Yes honey.

Glad to know you understand, dear.

Now do I get the time and location of your coffee date or do I have to hack your messages?

Color me surprised that you haven't already.

[Message forwarded] Don't do anything fool-headed.

Figured I'd be polite and try my manners instead. How'd I do?

And that.. That all depends on how the rest of my talk with this character goes. What I want to know is what the hell you did to catch his interest.

There's hope for you yet, kid.

Search me, he probably likes to watch people squirm. And I will, believe me, the guy creeps me out.

You're not the only one. [Jim's brows furrow together.] Bones, he cuts people's heads open and pokes around inside to figure out their abilities and how to work them. Don't give 'im any reason to think you're hiding something he wants.

It's probably lucky I don't have anything to hide, I think I'd know if there was something different. [stop looking at me like that] He'll just have to deal with the disappointment.

[Looking at you with concern? Jeez, Bones, don't be so heartless.]

I'm told that these abilities just kinda creep up on ya sometimes. Supposedly everyone that arrives here either has something special about 'em, or they gain something and don't find out about it 'til later.

[In other words, yeah, you've got an ability. Play it safe.]

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