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Post by HN on Feb 3, 2009 14:33:48 GMT
Childish flirtations and fluffy bunny jokes were all very well. The lust in Sylar's eyes however, was ever so slightly overwhelming, even for her. He was looking at her with the intensity of a starved dog eyeing up his next meal. She could almost envisage the line of drool running from the corner of his mouth to his chin.
Male chauvinistic pig, the Doctor thought to herself as she bounced up the grating toward the door. The slap on the bum only caused further irritation; she would have to teach him who was boss sooner or later. She smirked at the blue wooden paneling, her imaginings pausing her actions for just a moment, before throwing open the doors to greet the world beyond.
"Oh hello." She said with some surprise, as a small boy barreled into her pelvic region. Quickly recovering herself, she noticed the boy was:
a) Ginger, she did like a good red head. b) Crying. c) Being accosted by a giant lunk head and his cronies.
She grinned.
"What can I do for you boys then?"
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Post by Sylar on Feb 5, 2009 12:23:19 GMT
Brutus put his hands together in a slow hand clap.
"Impressive." He chided, "Paying a Teleporting Hussy to get here just in time. Reeeally impressive Marvin. I'm blindingly impressed. What's you're next trick going to be then jug-ears? 'Magically' making something hover? Pull the other one."
The door to the landed blue box opened and out stepped a man Brutus thought looked like a supply teacher on his way to a funeral. The teenager looked the man up and down, "And what exactly are you two supposed to be then Daredevil Jehovas Witnesses?" He asked.
Sylar held out his hand and smiled at the young man, who was just a nose hair shorter. He looked around at where he and the Doctor had landed, at the flitting flying school children dancing in the air, at the super speedy swots running this way and that, always late for class. Brilliant, he thought, in the same way a jaguar might feel having been dropped into a creche.
"You may call me Mr Sylar." He said, and held out his hand, "And this is Doctor Smith. I take it one of you will be kind enough to show the way to the principles office?" He smiled his best 'supply teacher' smile and slipped on the glasses he had found in the Doctor's wardrobe.
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Post by HN on Feb 6, 2009 12:17:35 GMT
The Doctor was not entirely amused by Sylar' cover story, for she had played Teacher before. If she remembered correctly, it had become rather dull rather quickly. Though that was before she had a naughty school boy play mate to discipline. Or substitute teacher. Whatever.
She shrugged, maybe it would be fun after all. Though she failed to see what Sylar wanted here. A school full of children, was hardly a fun place to be when one was located in the distant future on the cusp of a great adventure. Besides, wasn't he hungry?
"Don't you want to grab some breakfast?" She asked, trying not to screw up her face too much in contemplation. He was up to something, of that she was certain, though it was hardly worth getting frown lines over.
"Canteens are renowned for their cruddy meals." she added.
As always, Sylar was a mystery. He would never be fully tamed, of that she was certain, but she had thought he had left all that aggression and ill intent behind him.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 6, 2009 12:28:33 GMT
"Well I'm sure...what was your name?" He asked the lug in front of him who grunted 'Brutus'.
Sylar laughed, "Your parents must love you." He smiled.
"Yeah well...I'm sure yours did too Gabriel." He snapped back. Sylar looked at the young lad oddly. So he knew his name. That was interesting. Very...a lug like that with the ability to 'what' exactly. He'd find out soon enough.
He remained calm at the input from the kid and wrapped his hand on the Doctor's shoulder, "I'm sure Brutus and I can stop off for a bite to eat on the way to the principles office. Why don't you stay here hunny, while we have a chat? I won't be long. Then we can be on our way." He kissed her softly on the cheek and looked to Brutus. "Show the way then son." He smiled.
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Post by HN on Feb 6, 2009 15:09:17 GMT
The Doctor smiled sweetly and patted the digits that clasped her shoulder.
"Alright Pumpkin Pie." She replied meekly.
Three emotions surged through the Doctors veins as she watched the devilishly handsome Sylar rush away with the lad named Brutus.
1. Fury. She HATED being let behind. This is something that had always grated on her nerves it was always she that did the moving on. Being left to hold the proverbial baby was not her idea of a good time.
2. Suspicion. Sylar was up to something, of that she was certain. He had joined her crew of one, so he could see the universe and be educated by her. Adventure together, that had been the plan. After the near mishap on the Compound, she was certain their hug had been a silent confirmation that they would not be separated again. And yet...
3. Concern. Before she and Sylar had left Earth together, the man had been a monster, chowing down on the powers of other specials like him. He had destroyed so much, in the name self improvement. She had not thought about it really, assuming that the knowledge that she now shared freely with her companion would be enough. She wondered if perhaps he hungered for something else.
One thing was for sure; she was not staying put.
The Doctor waited for Sylar to reach minimum safe distance, and then she followed.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 6, 2009 16:57:16 GMT
"So you're like a substitute or something then?" Brutus asked.
Sylar nodded.
"What you teaching?"
"Are you really interested?" Sylar smirked, he remembered jocks in college. He thought fondly of how nice it would be to travel back in time and snap their necks and made a note to do that either with the machine or....
"Just curious" the kid interrupted his reverie. Clearly a very impatient boy.
"Something in your nature?" Sylar asked. "History." Sylar tried on the subject for size, "And mechanics..."
"Sh!t you're archaic." Brutus snorted through his nose. "I thought those subjects went out with the dinosaurs."
"Well maybe it's time they were back on the curriculum?" Sylar added, he disliked the boy intensely. "What is it you major in then?"
"Heroics." Brutus explained, "I'm A-star in Heroics."
"I never did like Heroes." Sylar said with a roll of his eyes. "What makes you so 'heroic' then?" He asked, "Is everyone here gifted?"
Brutus laughed hysterically, "Dude are you from the past or something?" He asked, "Christ I hate it when they pop up you spend your entire time trying to stop them from staring at the big scary shiny future and trying to explain basic string theory, before you even get started on the 'expansion programmes'..."
Sylar stopped in his tracks. "Expansion..."
Brutus looked at Sylar with curiosity and frustration. "Christ you're a onesie! God help us they've sent a sub with only one ability...or what...sh!t can you even do anything/ Don't tell me the hippis are taking over?"
"Oh...I'm very special." Sylar explained and wondered if he should just kill him out in the open or find a nice quiet corner.
"Thank f**k for that." Brutus admitted.
...then again, Sylar thought, perhaps he should see the principle first, he could have a little looksee through the files, pick the best...the juiciest...his fingers twitched. He was too hungry, he would do it here. Now.
It was at that moment his head started to throb and his ears started to ring. He grabbed hold of his head and tried to swallow the pain. What was the matter.
"You okay Sir?" the jock enquired. Sylar shook his head, it made it worse. "I'll go get the nurse!" Brutus explained (what was that? Heroics 101?). Brutus began to run down the corridor
"Stay where you are!" Sylar demanded and held out his hand to try and stop the kid in his tracks and drag him back. But it didn't work. Nothing worked!
"sh!t." Sylar said under his breath.
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Post by HN on Feb 8, 2009 20:24:17 GMT
The Doctor's pace was fast, determined was she to catch Sylar in the act. But her plans were thwarted, and not by the genius that was her companion, or any other for that matter. Marv, in such a shy and introverted manner, pulled gently at her jacket sleeve.
"Please please lady, slow down."
The boy was so small and pathetic, that she could not help the surges of motherly instinct that had lay dormant in her DNA until this moment.
She slowed her pace.
"How, how did you do that? With the box? The thing that..." The boy began to stutter, and his mouth clammed up with embarrassment, as he flushed a shame of crimson never before seen on human flesh. All was not lost however, as his obvious partner in crime came to his rescue.
"He' a magician you see." Said Dylan with a slight cockney accent, smiling brightly. He was just that little bit bigger than Marv, that little bit more confident, a little bit like a half grown cygnet, his baby feathers falling away to show the confident young swan beneath. Plus he had that look about him, much like the one Horris had worn when he had first caught sight of the female Doctor. It glistened in his eyes for all to see, and he barely dared to conceal it, in the hope it might be acted upon.
He's got to be joking.
But the Doctor was kind, and she began to explain, much to the awe of the young ones.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 9, 2009 13:04:49 GMT
Sylar stood himself up and dusted himself off. He tried again to use his ability, or one of them (for there were so many he had collected in the 18 years he had silently stalked Elle before the Doctor found him, a relatively delicious cornucopia). Telekineses had always been his favorite, flight second...but he had a suspicion he knew what was wrong and therefore decided to use one of the more useless ones...He focussed on the trophy cabinate, aimed his fingers and just before he expected the cabinate glass to shatter (as had been his intent) the same shooting pain blasted behind his eyeballs, splintered his stomach and rendered the ability useless. When the pain had subsided he tried again, and the same pain seared through him.
"Well that's just peachy." He said to himself.
He would not tell the Doctor. He could fix this. He had suffered power loss before, it was no biggie. The only problem this time was that he was still hungry, in fact, 'hungry' didn't cover it. The urge to kill was...insatiable. Still, he was no monster, well (he smiled) he was a monster, but not a barbarian. He had been perfectly capable of satisfying any urges without loosing control. For now. But those urges pushed him to want to know more about these children, the multitudinous abilities Brutus the Bulk had suggested were common place, and how such leaps had been made, and whether they might sort out his little problem.
He approached the Principle's door and rapped upon the glass loudly.
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Post by HN on Feb 9, 2009 21:26:55 GMT
Bewildered faces. Slack jaws. It was almost hilarious had it not been so sad.
"What do they teach you in school these days?" The Doctor asked aghast. No temporal kinetics? That was madness.
Regardless, she had to find Sylar before he got up to any mischief. Fun should be shared equally between two travelling companions after all. Nothing at all to do with the fact that she did not trust him any more than she could throw him. Or that she secretly wanted to do him over the principles desk.
"So, Principles office?"
That was where he had asked the boy to take him after all. Unless it had all been a ruse. The Doctor didn't want to think about that.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 10, 2009 13:46:46 GMT
No one answered when he knocked. He presumed the man was absent, perhaps in the bathroom? Perhaps stalking the halls with the proud upturned nose of all educational types...He entered the room without further notice, unlocking the tumbler in the door with a very simple and effective kick (he wasn't going to use any of his abilities until her was certain what the problem was).
He didn't like schools. They had a scent to them that irritated the hairs at the back of his throat, a clandestine clerical flavor which caused his lip to curl.
He waltzed around the desk, reading notes, playing with fantastical modern gizmos and technology, smiling at antiques, perusing notes of commendation and pictures of soccer teams built like tanks of steroids lifting trophies made of solid gold. Sylar was never really a team player as a kid, he didn't even rank high enough in the school playground to make water-boy.
Skrawny old Gabriel Grey hadn't been a model pupil, he hadn't even been an unmodel pupil, he had been an insignificant pupil. He had been a quiet boy, a bullied boy; the one that teachers pitied; the one that sat in the corner hidden behind a mountain of books, afraid of the things in his head and the things he had wanted to do to the people who poked him and prodded him and made him feel small. The teachers were worse than the pupils, they didn't see how special he was. He would take a beating any day over the blank stares he recieved from the staff and he hated them for it. Times could hardly have changed that much? He thought, a human with power is still a human; weak, bitter, desperate to be noticed, selfish and ultimately cruel, that went double for teachers.
"Can I help you," a man said behind him perusing the splintered door frame.
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Post by HN on Feb 11, 2009 19:24:29 GMT
Principle Stuart Farquhar was a kind and fair man, though ruled the school was a certain benevolent strength. His short stocky build and balding head, left him open to ridicule from his student body, but he cared little for petty name calling and short man jokes. After all, he knew what kept them awake at night. He knew their darkest most secret impulses. He marveled at the insecurities that flitted through their growing minds, but never mocked. He just waited. Because, yes, though Farquhar was a dear man, a friend as well as mentor; there was a certain darkness to him that no one dared test. That was where his power lied.
Leaning in the doorway, it was obvious to Farquhar that the intruder in his office, considered him a victim rather than a threat. The sensations he sensed from Gabriel Grey were ones of confused inferiority and anger. And hunger.
"Oh dear." Said Stuart Farquhar in his native Scottish lilt, pushing himself away from his leaning post to stand on his own two feet. "I do believe you are going to kill me."
And like the gentleman that he was, who's power was that of the mind, not body; he prepared to die.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 13, 2009 12:16:31 GMT
"It's kind of my thing." Sylar said and picked up a small fluffy mascott from the Principle's desk. "Doesn't seem to bother you much?" He asked the squat scott as he perused the name plate, "Stu"
Farquhar shrugged, "I've had my fair share of run ins." He admitted. "You don't get to be principle of a school like this without bumping into the occasional delinquent Villain...but there are places and people on hand usually to sort that out."
"So what exactly do you know about me?" Sylar asked, curious as to exactly what kind of skills this man had, and wondering how best to get out of him the information he required without splitting his own head in two...whether he split apart Farquhar's head remained to be seen.
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Post by HN on Feb 14, 2009 22:05:48 GMT
Farquhar chuckled to himself, stroking his short stubbly goatee beard as he regarded Sylar with a certain fascination. He edged into the room, gaining confidence with each step he took. This was not due to any fear he felt within Sylar, nor was it due to increased power in his favour. No, he could push at the man before him, simply because Sylar wanted to play. Perhaps at last he had found a worthy foe, one with a mental capacity to match his own. So Farquhar would push. It was not unlike a cosmic game of buckeroo. Press the wrong button, and he would die; play tactically, and it might just be fun.
"That would be telling." He said, a small smirk forming on his face. "Most the boys here think they are special. They think because they can see through walls and move objects at will that they should be elevated in status. A status higher than mine. What they don't understand, is the simple notion that we are all the same."
The one thing he had forgotten about the childhood game of buckeroo: It always ended the same way.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2009 15:21:37 GMT
A game of wits alone this might be, but Sylar was still physically stronger than the frustrating little Scottish midget. He could easily knock him seven shades of blue, but it wasn't really his style. Still he found himself squeezing on the football mascot for simple stress relief, he disliked having to resort to such plebeian tactics and gave the mascot such a stern squeeze that it squeaked.
"Mind reading, historical knowledge...more than one?" He ran through the list of abilities he had become aware of, "Don't tell me you're one of those damned precognitives." He flipped through a sketch book on the desk, the drawings were quite exquisite.
"Good likeness." Sylar said, "only my jaw isn't that square." He said with the disappointment of a connoisseur. "I take it this is a new one though." He said, for the earlier drawings were blurry and poor. "What is this evolution or something more unnatural?" He would get answers out of this man, he didn't care what kind of barbarism he had to resort to (and rather hoped he had the opportunity, his stomach flipped with excitement).
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Post by HN on Feb 18, 2009 21:48:31 GMT
Farquhar raised a greying fluffy eyebrow with some delight.
"You're not from around here." He stated, rather than asked, for he knew the answer to this question before the words had escaped his mouth. He was treading on dangerous territory; yet this creatures confusion (for he was barely a man at all) was something of an amusement to him.
"You're looking for answers. You're always looking for answers. Why me? Am I special? How does this work?"
He wished the last few words had not been uttered. He had this horrible feeling that Gabriel wanted to see how he worked.
"You don't live up to your name do you?" Now he was edging away again, for Sylar was edging forward.
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