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sylargrcy:

“okay, i deserved that.” a nod. “and most of that is true except i didn’t get drunk here, in my drunken state i thought what the hell and that walking home would be better… that’s how i ended up here.” she could have left it but this wasn’t her, getting drunk, walking home alone – it wasn’t who she was. “i also didn’t want my friends to be any more worried about me than they probably already are.” that was the truth, she’d decided to walk him so they wouldn’t see her in the state she had been in now. “i smell?” a chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head, sitting up straight now. “so that means i’m making a great first impression, huh?” her first smile as she glanced up at him, letting out a sigh which wasn’t aimed at him whatsoever and more at herself for being so stupid. “okay, sure. um thanks.” he didn’t have to do this and he was, it might have been nothing to some people but this actually meant a lot to her and it got her butt moving. “how is it even possible to feel this bad?” her one hand rubbing at her face as she slowly stood up, making sure she could steady herself if needs be.

“i know you did,” he said with a slight shrug. “ah, so you had no one to help you back home. what were you doing getting drunk alone anyway?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “did someone hurt your feelings and you decided to get drunk, walk home but not and fall asleep on the bench?” he chuckled softly. he couldn’t help but make fun, it was so easy to. he wanted to know why she did it for. “are you just a drunk and you just do this all the time yourself?” he chuckled softly. he was curious about it, so he continued poking. “why would your friends be worried about you? did you do something?” he asked softly. he sat down on the bench now and looked at her properly. “oh you are,” he laughed “the best first impression i’ve ever seen,” he teased. he stood with her ‘lead the way to your place i’ll walk you,” he said. “because you drank way  too much,” he took her hand to help.

“I don’t think anyone knows, but it happened to me. gave me my memories. i don’t know why, it just did,” he said simply. “maybe its because i can heal completely now.”

sylar chuckled at that, shaking his head. “august, i’m sylar,” he said with ease.

slowly he put the mic on the table in front of him. he hadn’t been bad at singing karaoke, and he picked up a glass of whiskey and downed it in one. he walked off the stage and almost ended up stumbling into someone, causing him to get knocked slightly into the corner of a table. “son of a bitch!” he winced, before turning to the other. “i am so sorry, the lights were blinding me as i got off the stage there, let me buy you a drink as an apology.”

sylar rolled his eyes as he fell, stumbling over things. “jesus, you’re drunk, like too much to drink you’re making my ears bleed drunk,” he said chuckling. “but i’ll take the drink, maybe you need to sit before you actually fall right into me.”

“harsh.” kate mused playfully, narrowing her eyes at the male. “you have an advantage over me… so yeah, obviously i’m not able to FOOL you but i am capable of fooling other people.” kate stated confidently, flipping her hair. when he lifted her up off the air, kate gasped for air, giggling lightly. she should be spooked but she isn’t. “wow, what a rush. must be exhilarating having such a power?” 

he grinned when she laughed a bit from it, he liked that she did. “it is a rush, a big rush,” he said. “want to do it again?” he asked. “I can make you go a bit higher at least,” he grinned slightly. he liked being able to use his powers whenever he wanted, especially around people. 

sylargrcy:

“I literally don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anthony said, looking up from his phone. “I don’t like being threatened when I’ve just been sitting here.”

“I had my phone sitting here, and now it’s gone, all of a sudden.” he said. “so give it back.” he said demanding “or i’ll have to take yours.”

“what do you mean you heal? like you don’t have any kind of scar, not even from a paper cut?” maia found that hard to believe because it seemed weird to not have a scar from something in a person’s life. she nodded, “i’m starting to, there are people that say they knew me before the island and remember stuff so maybe they can tell me who i really am.” she laughed and nodded her head, “i’ll admit you’re a pretty chill customer, probably the most chill customer i’ve had since i started here.”

he looked and noticed a small knife for cutting limes. he reached for it, taking it in his hand. “like this,” he sliced the palm of his hand open, showing her. he kept his hand open as the cut slowly healed back into place perfectly. he wiped the blood with a napkin and showed her “see?” he said “no cut, all healed,” he said finishing his drink off. “cool huh,” he grinned slightly. “if they knew you, you should go for that,” he said grinning. “why not right?” he said. “just make sure it’s not your enemies,” he chuckled “i like that, i am pretty chill aren’t i.”

“— – YOU KNOW, these fries might be good, but nothing beats the ones you get back home at pops.” 

“never been there before, but you’re right, i’ve had better,” he said tossing them down.

sylar chuckled “that won’t hurt me,” he said holding his fingers out, he touched the fire and turned it to ice “oops?” he chuckled.

sylargrcy:

“That’s terrible,” Melody frowned. “And yet only makes me want to research this one more. What on earth kind of drug can do that to a person?” she wondered. “How’d it help you?”

“I know, sucks right?” he said. “well, sometimes it can give memories back, it gave mine back. I was lucky. i had jumped in to help a friend. i guess, if you do something nice, it helps you out,” he said.

wednesday nodded, “just sad, huh? well, i’ll take it.” she took another sip of her drink before answering him, “nothing too exciting; went to the tallest building on this stupid island and gambled with my life, hanging off the edge, dangling my feet. simple stuff. then i got cold and went inside and then it was like i was crashing.” she scoffed and shook her head, “somehow i was able to drag myself here and now here we are having this conversation.” wednesday smirked, “well, i wish you could share some of that power, maybe i won’t feel like crap.” she chuckled and nudged his shoulder, “hey, now, i can handle the taste just fine. i’m just more of a ‘drink a whole bottle of wine’ type of girl.”

“wow,” he said “wishing you could fly hm? or you just like dangling yourself off of buildings?” he asked with a chuckle, sipping his own drink. he licked his lips and glanced at her now. “sounds like a strangely fun night. maybe i should try dangling off the tallest building here. what is it? some kind of rush?” he asked raising an eyebrow. he as curious about that. “i wish i could, but i can’t, not how it works,” he said nodding “you’ll be fine, you’re having a drink,” he said. “wine is good, way better than this stuff.”

sylargrcy:

“You know,” he said, putting what he was working on down, “the people who say they don’t bite are the ones who bite the hardest”

sylar chuckled “you might not be wrong there,” he said teasing slightly. “but today, i’ll make sure to keep the bite back.”

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“not cool.” steve pointed his finger sternly at the guy he had pinned against the wall. “you always treat women with respect. don’t be an asshole.” he had ran after the guy after he had heard a woman scream, yelling that someone stole her purse. lucky for him he was in good shape and it didn’t take long to catch up to him. sometimes he wished he still had his shield as it was a much easier way to take someone down. but that got left behind, together with his friendship with stark. “don’t try that again. i’ll find you if you do.” letting the man go, he watched him run off. “men these days…” the blonde mumbled to himself as he shook his head.

sylar watched as he pinned the man down, giving him a lecture about women and what was right. he chuckled as the man ran off scared. he turned to him “looks like you put some fear in him, i don’t think  he’s going to be doing that again,” he said shaking his head. “do you do that often? become an everyday hero and save women in distress?” he asked curious. “because that could get old very quickly. do you put yourself first sometimes? because, you are a man,” he said. “do you consider yourself one of the good men?”

“Activated? As if the eclipse was a catalyst for it?” She had not heard of that sort, there was something wonderful yet dark about the thoughts of different magic…If the dark side were to get their hands then that would be a hell. “Not really. My parents aren’t magical- I’m a muggleborn” Though they all too often called her a mudblood, a world she felt sickened and despised. “That’s the majority though.” Even though purebloods could be considered a dying breed, major families all too close in blood.

“a lot of people think so. a lot of people said their powers were dormant and then the eclipse happened and they became powerful...” he said. “it wasn’t like that for everyone though. some had their since they were children,” he said. “it all varies,” he told her. “interesting, muggleborn, i’m guessing that means your parents didn’t have magic,” he said. “my mother never had magic, but my father did,” he said. “he wasn’t a very nice man.”

@sylargrcy

“i get it. you’re trying to be nice.“ emma was a mess, she did her best not to be but things were unravelling so quickly that she was struggling to keep it all in. never mind keep herself together. “but i’m letting you off the hook. you don’t have to be that guy. okay? i’m…” she had been drunk. now she was kind of tipsy – more hangover as she slowly sat up. great. this was a really good look. emma had decided to walk home last night so her friends didn’t catch her in a mess but she must have fallen asleep on the bench. it wasn’t safe or practical but she’d had the the best intentions. “really, i’m okay.” which probably wasn’t the most convincing argument considering how he’d found her. 

@sylargrcy

sylar watched her “i’m not being that guy, but you’re sleeping on a bench and you look like you lost your home and drank yourself into a stupor on the bench.” sylar wasn’t sure what was going on with her, why she was here. he couldn’t just stand by and not say anything though,as much as he didn’t care, he wanted to know. “maybe you should let me take you home, because frankly, you smell,” he chuckled. he was going to tell it  like it is and if she didn’t like it oh, well, better hear it from him than have people glare at her and not care as they walk by. “come on.”