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itsnotmyrealname:

@asksylar

I have seen this lovely around pretty much the entire time I have had this blog. So when they followed me, I may or may not have made some less than appropriate sounds of excitement. I am so glad for the opportunities I have had to RP with them. They write Sylar so well. Heroes is one of those shows I keep going back and rewatching because I really just enjoy it. And they are just marvelous at capturing Sylar’s personality. I adore them. They are just a lovely human being.

[ Part 6 / ? of Natalia’s 2014 promo series ]

Tнe Hυɴт||Sylαr/Leѕтrαde

dcigoldfish:

asksylar:

dcigoldfish:

 

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"I call it being a child." He sighed before looking up as Sylar asked him to. The cat was beautiful. "Well, I suppose our best option is to bring him down… Unless you really want to have ‘fun’ and wait to see what happen. i think that it could reduce our sphere of action."

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"I’ll wrap this up, cause I’m hungry." He was always hungry, sometimes for killing-but mostly for food. Standing, he smirked and looked down at Lestrade. "Catch him when he falls." Shifting into a cat as well, he scaled the beam up before shifting into his favorite form of a black panther. Stalking the beams, he made it to the copy cat-pun intended- killer. With a swipe of his great paw, the other cat was knocked down.

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Lestrade simply nodded. As soon as Sylar was a cat, he stared at him. His gestures were all so perfect. Then he understood why Sylar was, in a way, so feline and nonchalant in his attitude. He saw the black panther, beautiful and majestic. Yet, he didn’t forget what he had to do and, when the other cat fell, he caught him in the air. “Got him!” He said, squeezing the cat against his chest, despite his moves to escape.

Lestrade was beautiful-he couldn’t deny it. Sylar was always alone but this was the first time working with someone that hasn’t gone wry. Looking so \happy at the fact he got the purp- the sleek panther smiled as swell as it could before turning back to normal and standing like a man that just jumped 10 feet instead of 50. “I know you can understand me, so get this through that head of yours. Do your prison time and I won’t be coming after you and killing you again. Understood?” The cat stared at Sylar like he was the devil, but nodded all the same. Looking to Lestrade, Sylar smiled, feeling proud for once his powers did good instead of bad. “You got yourself a killer. Inspector.”

cxpt:

asksylar:

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 ”Enlighten me on how you think you would know what to do if you were me.”

"I don’t. I’m just warning you. If you continue down this path you’ll force my hand. And you will lose."

"No, I won’t. I can’t die, you chemical coital. I am a product of evolution. You’re just a experiment."

onthisrock:

asksylar:

 

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"You do make things more fun-sometimes. Of course I can only kill you so many times before I need… Better game."

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"There is no one. Better.

Sylar grinned slowly, his interest peaked. “Oh, Peter. I do love how you think.”

lo-gic-us:

asksylar:

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He had shifted back into his own form, unable to hold his amusement. “Oh, very good, Mr. Holmes. Such a refreshing mind. Despite being around so called ‘evolved humans’ like myself, they are all so boring.”

The clues were the fact the top of the skulls were cut off (his trademark) without any tools-telekinesis was so useful, and there were no fingerprints, marks, or anything to show that anyone was even the killer. As well as the fact the two bodies were both American, that would, hopefully, be enough for Sherlock to look up old FBI reports and probably even has his brother get him some files on Sylar from secret government facilities (that Sylar had destroyed of course) whom had proper information and pictures-unlike the FBI who only had a name and a M.O. With Sherlock’s innate homeless network, he could then use the information about ‘Gabriel Gray’ and find the new watchshop that opened in central London a week ago.

"You have six hours and twenty-eight minutes before the evidence against you is incarcerated and you end up on death row."

A pause and a smirk, “I can’t help but feel cheated that I don’t have such abilities.” He felt that he deserved it much more than the others that Sylar spoke of. “Still, I’m certain that I am much better regardless. If they are as you say than I am still considered more evolved, strange abilities or not.”

Somehow, having his own life on the line didn’t give him any motivation. Likely it was because he had enough motivation as it was, a spectacularly clever case. Or perhaps, Sherlock simply didn’t care about his life enough. “I suppose I’ll thank you, Sylar.”

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Sylar gave a look of amused annoyance. “Don’t get cocky, Mr.Holmes. You may be special, but you are still nothing compared to me.” Sylar was indeed like a evil version of Shelrock, what with his intelligence and his own cocky way about life. 

"You are quite welcome. You’re not the only one who gets bored. It’ll be a fun game for us both. I do hope you don’t disappoint me." And that’s how you get, Sherlock Holmes. You make him want to impress. 

asksylar sent:

"I want you to catch me like a cold." ((Because Sherlock and serial killers go hand in hand))

yourewrongyouknow:

yourewrongyouknow:

You won’t be disappointed.
Catching people like you is
a specialty of mine.”

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Funny. So am I. –-Really,
you’d be saving the both
of us plenty of trouble if
you simply stopped what
you’re doing and gave up.
I’d certainly appreciate it.”

  “That would be boring.
        You can’t kill me and I have no plans on stopping.
     So, either shoot or put the gun away.”

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dcigoldfish:

asksylar:

dcigoldfish:

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Greg wasn’t exasperated, yet he sighed again. And that wouldn’t be the last sigh of the day, he was certain of that. “You’re such a child. A dangerous child. Even if you learnt to control your… needs… I’m pretty certain that I have to keep my eyes on you.” He grinned. That wasn’t a really hard work… after all, Sylar was pretty good looking and easily remarkable… If he didn’t change his appearance of course!

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"I call it being fun." He said in return, just like a child would. "Watch me all you want, Detective inspector-but I still want cake." Also said just like a child. He didn’t mind the company for once. It was better than being alone all the time. "Look." He said casually, pointing up. Above them was a black cat, staring down at the man in the ticket booth that was opposite all three of them. "Do you want me to bring him down now, or wait until he tries to attack the man?"

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"I call it being a child." He sighed before looking up as Sylar asked him to. The cat was beautiful. "Well, I suppose our best option is to bring him down… Unless you really want to have ‘fun’ and wait to see what happen. i think that it could reduce our sphere of action."

"I’ll wrap this up, cause I’m hungry." He was always hungry, sometimes for killing-but mostly for food. Standing, he smirked and looked down at Lestrade. "Catch him when he falls." Shifting into a cat as well, he scaled the beam up before shifting into his favorite form of a black panther. Stalking the beams, he made it to the copy cat-pun intended- killer. With a swipe of his great paw, the other cat was knocked down.

Sylar chose his panther form when his own emotions were too much. It was easier to be a real animal. The large, sleek panther growled when someone came home, large teeth bared as mouth opened. Sylar was in pain, therefore he was dangerous.If not comforted or treated correctly, someone would be dinner .

screwyoujudasbitch sent:

best villian ever

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Still on my Moran

hellsgatekeeper:

asksylar:

hellsgatekeeper:

asksylar:

"Well…" Lev took a step away, turning from the other as he snapped the lights on into full bloom. "I suppose it would mean that….he was doing something for me and now here I am…without that deed done. I would reward you…for the effort." He looked at the other.

"I don’t do rewards. I’m not a dog." He said indignantly. "But fine, what ‘deed’ do you need done?"

"Not a dog, but a human…is there a difference?" Lev raised a brow and then sighed and nodded. "I need someone…to steal a very old artifact for my collection from the Hotel de Soubise in Paris, France." Lev looked back over at him. "A clock. A beautiful one…given to her majesty by a simple courtier in exchange for…well you know. Favors." Lev smiled. "I want the clock."

Sylar perked a brow at that. “A clock? That can hardly be a coincidence.” He muttered. “Considering I’m not an idiot-why can’t you get it? What traps are there that has a great Leviathan hiding?”

Tнe Hυɴт||Sylαr/Leѕтrαde

dcigoldfish:

asksylar:

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"Yeah, yeah-I know." He said with an amused look. "I stopped killing awhile ago. Ex-serial killer would be better. I’ve learned to control The Hunger that my ability comes with-the need to know and have more." Sitting down, he stretched his long legs out and snickered as someone tripped over them-as they were invisible and unable to see what did it. "That never gets old."

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Greg wasn’t exasperated, yet he sighed again. And that wouldn’t be the last sigh of the day, he was certain of that. “You’re such a child. A dangerous child. Even if you learnt to control your… needs… I’m pretty certain that I have to keep my eyes on you.” He grinned. That wasn’t a really hard work… after all, Sylar was pretty good looking and easily remarkable… If he didn’t change his appearance of course!

"I call it being fun." He said in return, just like a child would. "Watch me all you want, Detective inspector-but I still want cake." Also said just like a child. He didn’t mind the company for once. It was better than being alone all the time. "Look." He said casually, pointing up. Above them was a black cat, staring down at the man in the ticket booth that was opposite all three of them. "Do you want me to bring him down now, or wait until he tries to attack the man?"

asksylar sent:

"I want you to catch me like a cold." ((Because Sherlock and serial killers go hand in hand))

yourewrongyouknow:

asksylar:

yourewrongyouknow:

yourewrongyouknow:

You won’t be disappointed.
Catching people like you is
a specialty of mine.”

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More than Moriarty? Well,
colour me impressed. I
almost feel a bit depressed
about having to stop you.
You seem like quite the
entertainment.”

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"You know, you can shoot if you want.
      I can’t die.
 And if you don’t believe me than I can tell you again once I get back up.”

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I may wait a while. Just
to build up the tension.
Makes the whole thing
more entertaining, don’t
you think so?”

"Hardly. Makes you seem more of a coward if anything.
      You can’t win, you know. 
I’m a monster you’ve never faced before.”

Open RP

mindofthewonderful:

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"Bullshit?" Eamon sighed deeply. “So, you say this is bullshit, then?”

"No." Sylar said with ease, looking over. "I said that’s what everyone else says, isn’t it? Considering I acquired the ability to look into people’s souls ages ago, it’s really not difficult to know you can do it.”