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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?”

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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.”

+asksylar

mentalitynotes:

asksylar started following you

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She made her way through town she was not navigating the cities vast streets well in fact she was quite lost. Luna as she made her way down the same street for the third time. She was looking at the cross streets when she ran smack into him. She fell back a little and ran a hand through her hair. 

"Are you okay I’m so sorry."

He stared at the woman for who knows how long. How could it be? Elle was alive? But it couldn’t be-he killed her. This must be how Nathan felt when he met Nikki’s twin or clone or whatever the fuck they were. He finally shook his head and composed himself some, rationalizing that everyone in the world had a dopple ganger and the chick he use to love as well as killed was not here right now.

"Uh, no-it’s fine. My fault. You seem lost." He quickly changed the subject-not needing any real details to know she was. His born ability of intuitive aptitude let him understand her situation.

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runawaykirk sent:

"If I promise not to get in your way can I go with you? I-I know you said I shouldn't follow you around, but I don't want to be alone."

runawaykirk:

asksylar:

asksylar:

Sylar turned at the voice, face blank. “I kill people. Do you really want to follow around a killer?” It’s not that he always wanted to be alone-it’s that he thinks he deserves it.

Well, the kid could be useful at least. Keep agents off his back, better for being in disguise and what not too. Though he’d be lying if he wasn’t happy-just a bit-because he always wanted kids. “If you’re going to be with me, you’re going to have to learn some things. For one: Take every kindness with a grain of salt. People are not as good as they try to make themselves to be. At least with me-you already know I’m a killer. But ‘good’ people lie and steal and cheat and will do the worst things but look you in the eye and smile like they don’t.”

He nodded, already knowing exactly what the man was telling him. This was something new to Jim, wanting to be around someone so much. But with Sylar, he felt safe, and he knew that if things got bad, the other would help him control his ability.

"I uh…I…" The words wouldn’t come out, or they couldn’t anyway.

"Don’t stutter. Makes you look weak. Being weak means being prey. If you want to survive in this world, you have to be the predator." Sylar stated as they made their way into town. "Don’t fear your ability. Learn to own it. Control and better it."

If anyone wants to play with my Moran, here he is.

come on

c h a l l e n g e  m e

                             I want to rip your throat out

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andrewscottt:

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dcigoldfish:

asksylar:

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"If anything, I can always bring you back to life with my blood. So, does that count as ‘keeping you alive’?" He genuinely asked, like a child would about a subject he truly doesn’t understand, as they reached the train station. "We’ll sit there and stay invisible. The ticket man across from the bench is the one with the ability. Oh-OH!" He clapped his hands together and grinned. "Stake out! Damn, I knew I’d always be a damned good cop. I mean, how great am I to be able to make us invisible?!"

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He laughed a bit and glanced at the man across from the bench, as Sylar designated him as the one they were looking for. “If you weren’t a serial killer you could have been a good cop. Well, a special good cop. Also, I’d prefer that you don’t… bring me back to life too many time.” He sighed. “I suppose you want to take care of him first? Remember: no killing.”

"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."