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Post by asimus on Jan 21, 2009 23:56:35 GMT
The Further Adventures and Romantic Perils of Sylar and the She Doctor Volume 2.
HN asked me to open up a new thread. It seems there shall be fun and games ahead.
Please read, but comment outside of this thread. kthnx.
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Post by HN on Jan 23, 2009 8:13:31 GMT
"Roll up! Roll up! Come see Magic Marv's Mysterious and Mystifying..."
"You used mysterious twice."
"Did not."
"Did so. Mystifying is describing something as a mystery."
"Oh."
"They're going to kill you."
"Do you think?"
It was inevitable really. Marv was 5 foot 4, ginger, covered in freckles and was a little on the chubby side. This in an era where the vast majority of children are genetically engineered to be beautiful and athletic. Of course he was picked on at school; Of course he was removed of his lunch money on a daily basis; And of course the boyfriend of the girl he loved more than life itself was going to kill him at 1530hr if he did not produce something that would impress.
Magic was Marv's Forte. Hours he spent of a night time, lights out, torch on, experimenting with card shuffles, deals and slights. He could make a colored ball vanish into thin air; a coin appear in a victims ear; and numerous other great feats.
The other contender for the heart of fair Madeline, was Brutus; 6 foot 2 inches with brown hair and eyes. He was on every sports team available at their school, and not afraid to beat up on poor Marv for eying up his woman. Marv's only hope for survival, was to amuse and thus redirect the violence that may or may not be coming his way. Tomorrows show had to go without a hitch, but poor Marv was so nervous, he just KNEW something bad would happen.
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Post by Sylar on Jan 23, 2009 18:30:51 GMT
"Son of a-!" Sylar sat up with a bolt and head-butted something.
He had no idea where he was, or how long he had been out, or...a blonde woman swore and as she came into view grinned wildly then threw her arms around him. It was...warm and...disturbing...and...
Oh yes. He recalled.
"Hello Doctor."
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Post by HN on Jan 25, 2009 20:36:40 GMT
Armed with a fire extinguisher and a flash light; both found beneath the console grating, the Doctor ventured through the smoke. Appearing not unlike Lara Croft with her tied back hair, muddied clothes and assertive attitude, she went in search of her companion.
Numbers; she was always good at maths, even before her DNA regeneration malfunction; were quickly running through her mind at light speed as she calculated the probability of her loosing Sylar to the other Tardis. The odds were not in her favour, and yet, she still dared to hope. She could not exist without hope.
"SYLAR" She called again, keeping the the beam of like leveled to the ground as she peered through the fog like surroundings wishing for that lump like mass of humanish that would indicate Sylar unconscious on the ground.
A groan. A mumble.
"Hello Doctor."
She had never been so glad to see anyone in her life. Throwing her arms around the bloodied, ruffled man before her, she hugged him within an inch of his life.
"I thought I'd lost you." She whispered softly, moist lips pressed gently against his ear. The sound of his laugh was like the muted stings of a symphony, growing with excitement and passion. He squeezed her in return.
"That was a close one." He said.
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Post by Sylar on Jan 26, 2009 12:03:12 GMT
This was definitely strange. A quite relaxing hug. Was he the kind of man who could enjoy a hug? Something was not right.
He pulled himself to his feet and dusted off the debris left by the crumbling compound out of his hair. It rained down grey and bewitching on the TARDIS floor. Then he pulled at the bloody shirt he wore. A shower was certainly in order.
He looked at the Doctor, this crazy woman who he seemed unable to shake, and wasn't quite sure if he wanted to. She was so small an tenacious and not a little bit cool. He could just gobble her all up. He scratched his head in thought, trying to remember everything that had happened on the Compound and everything before it. It was all, he had to admit, a bit blurry....which was odd, normally he could remember everything, litterally everything. He then had a hunger for grits, diner food and ... ice cream, and the recollection of that particular battle in the Doctor's kitchen caused him to smirk, just a little.
"So...remind me Doc, did this rig have a bathroom?"
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Post by HN on Jan 27, 2009 10:18:02 GMT
She was not sure whether to be offended by the term "rig," and the implication that she and her passengers wallowed in their own filth; or flattered by Sylars obvious need to remove his clothing around her. He was a fine specimen of a male after all, and she had yet to take her new female form on a thorough test drive.
No, platonic was the way forward, and adventure. Even if she felt oddly warm to he stomach just looking at the lightly tanned and dirtied skin along his collar bone.
ENOUGH. She subtly wiped away the drool forming at the corner of her mouth, and with a seductive smile gave him directions to the nearest bathroom facilities.
She too would need a shower, and a clothes change, before setting course for a new excursion.
Of course, she would be showering alone...
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Post by Sylar on Jan 28, 2009 11:12:39 GMT
After the chaos and adventure and wonder of an adventure on another world the simple pleasure of a good warm shower and a little alone time was an utter joy. Sylar liked it hot. He liked the room to fill with scolding steam so that he could barely see his own hand in front of his face.
Standing beneath the pounding water, which had an alien scent to it mixed with the fresh green notes of unknown rain, Sylar bowed his forehead against the wall and let the scolding water drive upon his neck.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
He was hungry.
Shortly he reached out, grabbed a poor excuse for a towel, threw the clothes he had been wearing in the trash and stalked the hallways for a wardrobe.
Finding the room (cavern) appropriate he searched through everything there for something a little ... smarter ...
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Post by HN on Jan 28, 2009 18:59:08 GMT
Mystical Magical Magnificent Marv was far from any of those things as he cycled to school on his hand-me-down pink bicycle with the white basket. He was certainly not the coolest of the cool, being the only son of a pair of hippies, who lived in an Old Earth VW Camper-van. They had refused to get him genetically altered with all the other kids, which meant he didn't have super powers like the boys in his class, or their athletic appearance. This sucked quite a bit. And by a bit, I mean a lot. Surviving until lunch time with his dinner money was becoming quite a rarity, and finding himself a nice girlfriend was next to impossible. It sucked to be him, and for that, he blamed his parents. Daily. With childish sketches of them being eaten by monsters.
Marv arrived at the school gates, like usual, and met with his best friend and only companion, Dylan. As they sat and chatted and swapped holographic Pokemon Revolution cards, Brutus swung past in his hover car and sprayed the gawky pair with mud.
Madeline laughed, like the birth of a sun radiating warmth and joy to those who bask in her glory. She really was a thing of beauty, flying out of the school gates trailing behind her a stream of glistening green hair, to great her boyfriend with an enthusiastic hug and butterfly kisses.
Marv stared pathetically at her breasts, wishing that he could be the top button of her blouse; undone and speezed close to her body as she pressed again the great ape of a man she called her partner.
"I'm gonna get you."
The sneer from Brutus as the loved up pair passed barely registered with Marv, for he was too busy watching Madeline's ample chest bob up and down as she strode away. If only he could... touch.
Christ, he hated his life.
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Post by HN on Jan 28, 2009 21:11:34 GMT
A shower, that was just what she needed.
Far away from Sylar, the Doctor stripped herself of her ruined clothing in the solitude of the bathroom, and slipped beneath torrenting waterfall of clean fresh water with a hint of Lunar Jasmin. She watched with fascination, as the flow cascaded down her breasts to fall to the floor and swirl away down the plug hole taking, with it the dirt and grime of the previous adventure.
The warmth soothed her aching muscles, stinging at the cuts and soon to be bruises with that ever so slightly satisfying pain. She sighed deeply, contently and smiled. She could stay here forever, she thought. But no sooner had she been touched by the urge to wrap herself up in the calmness of this empty room, and allow the Tardis to gently sing her to sleep; she felt the tell tale signs of wander lust. It was time to move on.
So she moved on. Dried, dressed and in the Console room, she waited for her companion. He didn't disappoint. Soon enough he appeared in the doorway, slinking across the room in that way only a predator could.
She laughed as his attire.
"Ever seen Reservoir Dogs?"
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Post by Sylar on Jan 29, 2009 11:25:28 GMT
Sylar ignored her mockery. He liked his choice; a smart dark suit which fitted very well though it was a little wider at the ankle than he liked, a crisp white shirt (he wondered who did the laundry for the Doctor? Was there a laundry planet?) and skinny black tie. The air of a funeral director suited him he thought. Lulled victims into a false sense of security...no body would suspect a man who looked like a Jehovas witness...
He smiled and tightened his tie.
"I'm hungry." He pointed out, hoping the Doctor would take the hint. He noted that flicker in her eye, "Earth please." He parked on the seat, and popped his feet on the console and crossed one shiny black shoe over the other. He then noted the Doctor's choice of attire..."Nice shoes Hunny."
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Post by HN on Jan 29, 2009 12:27:26 GMT
The Doctor noted Sylar's gentle sarcasm with a hint of amusement. She was after all wearing a scruffy pair of pink chucks that had been left behind by Rose Tyler all those years ago. Her clothing was more funky/trendy than military, knowing full well that her soft innocent appearance (she did have a teddy on her t shirt) would help her once they returned to Earth.
But the Doctor was far from innocent, or soft, of squishy, or anything else that would imply that she was malleable. She was just like her companion; smart, devious, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Earth you say." a sultry murmur, with a smirk and flutter of eye lashes. "Your wish is my command."
She was going to show him the future.
"Hold on tight."
Pause
"Babe."
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Post by HN on Jan 29, 2009 21:24:55 GMT
"I'm gonna kill you!" came the grunting bellow of the lumbering ape they called Brutus. Marv swallowed hard, and wondered if he could cross the play ground and into the school building before genetically enhance Neanderthal was upon him. Not likely.
It was lunch time, the play ground was full of would be Quidditch players who had set up a series of mini pitches and forced the more artistic of the school body to the corners of the communal area. It was unfair, but that was the way it was. Like every other day, Marv and Dylan, a taller slightly skinner boy with a mop of brown hair, stood with their infra red GameTubes connected for Pokemon Revolution battle. Unlike most days, Marv still had his lunch money. Not for much longer it seemed.
"Oi! Carrot! I saw you eyeing my bird. Do you want to play in blood or cash?"
It was the same question that came every day. Marv was about to get pulverised. But unlike any other day, he smiled, whipped out a pack of cards and said:
"How about in entertainment?"
His plan was crazy enough, it might just work.
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Post by Sylar on Jan 30, 2009 13:03:35 GMT
There was something about the way the Doctor looked at him while she was dancing about her ship's console that made Sylar feel strange; she caught his eye and in those sparkling pools there was a combination of teasing excitement and danger, an eagerness to please and show off to an audience, a pride in herself and her 'work'...he laughed... 'Babe'. Really? She reminded him so much of Elle sometimes it was almost cruel.
Sylar held tightly, for his balance seemed strangely off, as the TARDIS lurched left and right. He thought he had learned how to fly this thing once, and now the memory of it seemed gone, perhaps he hadn't. So much had happened. But it unnerved him. He should know how...he smiled as the Doctor peered around the groaning pillar, he wouldn't tell her something wasn't right. She smiled back.
He was excited to go home. After spending so much time hiding in the shadows, learning, growing, taming his impetuous nature waiting for Elle before the big eared Doctor had hunted him out...he laughed out of turn thinking of how the woman before him had been born. He wondered what kind of world he would return to. Much the same he imagined. He couldn't wait to show them what kind of man the Doctor had turned him into.
He wondered too if he should clarify what he meant by 'hungry'...perhaps she knew. She must know. Did she approve now? Was this their mutual complicity, she would allow him to kill...but what had he given her in return. Nothing yet. He had saved her life a few times, suuuuuure, but that was wholly by accident, if nothing more than a desire to protect something he owned.
He shrugged. It didn't matter really either way. Home territory was home territory; his stalking ground; his kingdom.
His head hurt and his fingers itched. He couldn't comprehend it really. He had barely suffered such hunger in years. He had taught himself to control...within reason...It was their previous adventure, seeing all that crime and chaos, drawing on the power within for both their survival. It must have inspired in him a little nostalgia for murder...that was it. It had to be.
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Post by HN on Jan 31, 2009 14:13:24 GMT
There was a hint of the sinister around Sylar, like an aura of bad tidings and evilness. She remembered when they had first crossed paths, so long ago. He was a killer, a manipulative sociopath with a hunger for power. But she had thought him tamed. Her own caged lion, one with which she could share the wonders of the universe, whilst protecting those she loved from his wrath. But with his obvious blood lust within the Compound, now she wasn't so sure. But then, that place always bought out the worst in people.
Remembering that it was true what they said about keeping ones enemies closer, the Doctor carefully schooled her expression to one of flirtatious allure, and pulled the lever that would hurl them into the abyss of the time vortex.
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Marv panicked. It started with sweaty palms, and the inability to keep his voice on a normal level tone. His throat was dry like dessert sands, with no hope of hydration. He started to hyperventilate. Spots swam before his vision as his head felt heavy and his chest burned. He had dropped the coin mid-trick, and was now trying to improvise an ending. He wasn't great at thinking on his feet.
Subconsciously, he backed away, swallowing hard when he realised his mistake. Brutus had sensed his retreat, and his body language had switched from that of mild amusement to violent intent within a blink of an eye.
Then there was a noise. A swirling, pulsating, whirring noise, that stopped all activity on the playground. Brutus froze, an expression of shock etched upon his features like it intended to always remain that way. Marv took it as his cue to run. He turned on his heal and...
BANG. He nosed straight into a pair of blue wooden doors.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 2, 2009 12:02:31 GMT
The Tardis had landed with a jolt that meant that the Doctor flew into Sylar's arms. He wasn't going to complain. But she was doing that coy 'girlish' giggle thing which sort of pissed him off. He wasn't some lug who needed a woman to dumb herself down for his attention, it was her brain (mostly) that meant he hadn't the inclination to kill her...okay and her ass too...and her tenacity...and the space ship was pretty cool...well there were a few things, but mostly her brain...
He worried his fingers through her hair and wondered absently if he could just take a peak, then threw her off his lap, catching himself.
"We should do this quickly," He said, worried that if he didn't figure out what was the matter soon then he might just find himself without a designated driver, a terrible sensation of indigestion and the aftertaste of disappointment. It would just be...well like eating Thanksgiving dinner so fast you're too full to enjoy the dessert. It wasn't worth contemplating, not unless he really lost control would he go down that route.
He gave her a gentle tap on one perfectly apple-like butt-cheek.
"Ladies first."
After bowling into the Compound last time (half naked) he wasn't about to go running head long into certain danger, not without bait.
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