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[gabriel_gray]

[ It's a peaceful scene in Maurtia Falls. The speaker is standing at the edge of the city's central canal. His ID reads 'Sylar'. Ominous for those who've come into contact with him. But Sylar has never been seen on the network before, and today is no different. Dressed in a black, high collared long coat, his face is obscured by a smiling Guy Fawkes mask.

He gives a metal gas canister a little shake as he shows it to the camera. It sounds empty, just a little liquid sloshing about in the bottom. And then he steps aside, showing the backdrop. Not much to see. Greyish skies, a car parked on the opposite bank, warehouses in the background. This part of the canal is in one of the shabbier parts of the industrial district, where prostitutes regularly take their johns to provide their service because there are rarely any interruptions. In fact, there does seem to be someone in the car, the driver's seat cocked back at an angle.

Hmm. ]

You know, I've really been very good. Very good. I should have realized that none of you really put any weight on human life. It's all just noise, as usual.

So what do I have to lose? Here's the thing, I am starving. I was locked away, denied my pursuits, denied even my rights as a human being. Now it's my turn. What's dying, really, when you come right back? A small sacrifice to make to stop a murder spree seems reasonable, don't you think?

But for the sake of getting your attention--

[ He opens his hand in front of him, and a phoenix like shape made all of fire emerged from his fingertips, licking flame and slowly opening its elaborate wings. He closed it into a ball of flame as it closed its wings again, and then pivoted on the spot and threw the ball across the canal. There, it caught a ribbon of gasoline on the ground, which leapt from the shore to the car, catching it violently aflame. A few seconds later, it exploded. ]

That's my cue to leave. You'll be hearing from me again in--let's say twenty-four hours, if my needs aren't met.

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OOC: There is in fact nobody getting a blow job in the car across the canal, but a sad mannequin will melt into goo. Sylar will be resuming his commentary and responding from elsewhere, a safe distance from any heroes investigating the scene (which characters are free to do). In any case his motivation for doing this isn't just to try and get someone to volunteer to be his next victim, or even draw a hero into a battle that (he thinks) they can't possibly win (I am open for plotting plskthnx). But what his reasons are will be revealed in comments. Probably at the point where he admits that his 'murder' is all a big hoax...

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reserved for possible action threads idk <3;

[gabriel_gray]

The fire burns quick, and hot, the gasoline and paint and plastic burning fast, spewing out black smoke. Even with heroes on hand and vigilance high, the seconds that it might take for the fastest to respond is enough for the gasoline and living flame to churn fast through the vehicle, blistering the rubber on the tires.

The flames have melted the poor mannequin into the front seat. The plastic is all peach and pink, but burned where its clothes have gone up faster than the plastic, leaving pieces of it hard, or melted into remaining scraps of fabric and metal clasps and buttons.

The one piece of evidence is that the front numberplate has survived; Florida plates that, if investigated, will show up a stolen vehicle from Heropa. And that's where the evidence might start showing up, because Sylar may appear in some traffic camera footage driving this car, and might just be present at the sight of a car 'overheating' on the Virginia border, slipping through the control during the ensuing chaos.

Still, since nobody really died here, the question is, is it really a crime scene, or just the case of another stolen, burned out car?

Action?

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel will arrive shortly afterwards- and thanks to her own powers, will immediately realize nobody died. Instead, she notes the plate number, frowning as she tries to make sense of what's in front of her.]

video....... FOR NOW

[askedtobe]

[ Why now. Why right now. He's halfway angry because he already feels like he's losing his mind and now he's pissed because he has to get involved in this brand of bullshit. Someone else to save because Sylar's having a temper tantrum. ]

People aren't just going to throw themselves at you, Sylar. They'll find some way around it.

[gabriel_gray]

[ So on top of things, Peter. When Sylar reappears--well, he can't have gone far, because it's been less than five minutes, but it's a dark, clear space, and the mask is still in place--even though it sort of annoys him. ]

Then more people will die, won't they, Peter?

[ Something about how he says won't they. ]

[askedtobe]

[ He tries. Though, he's somewhat sure Sylar might have just roasted someone alive, even if it isn't even remotely his style. It's possible. A lot of things are possible. And Sylar might be craving badly enough - desperate enough - to make some kind of statement regarding his need to do more. Though this sounds a touch like a plan for some sort of heist. ]

When've you ever killed people who didn't have anything to give you?

[ Nope, ignoring that for right now. ]

[gabriel_gray]

[ And that's really it. Peter knows him, and Sylar has never killed anyone who didn't have anything to give him, or didn't get in his way when he was trying to do it. Sometimes normals died, but never like this. They were the wives of people who were hiding their incredibly powerful children where he couldn't find them, for example. Or his mother. Some of them were law enforcement, understandably. ]

Maybe I've...changed my MO. Different world, different me. I had my powers stripped away from me, Peter. My legacy. And I'm feeling...underappreciated.

Voice; after she checks out the car

[bindsthedead]

Or what? You'll burn another mannequin? [Someone is clearly Not Happy]

Voice;

[gabriel_gray]

You caught me. And might I say in record time, too.

Voice;

[bindsthedead]

I was in Maurtia Falls when I saw the post. Are you going to explain what the point of it was, aside from ruining a car and alarming people?

Voice;

[gabriel_gray]

Aside from ruining the car. Haven't you ever heard of escalation?

[ No, that's not it. There's more there. ]

[heavyhitter]

oh shit neat trick! hella flashy i like it

so whatre ur needs anyway?

[gabriel_gray]

Thank you.
I stole it from a pyrokinetic I killed.
And that's all that I want, really;
More power.
Isn't that what
Everyone wants?

[heavyhitter]

cool nice find
and ehhhhh not everyone. theres probably 1 or 2 boring people around here happy with what they got. ur not one of them i guess!

[gabriel_gray]

I thought so.
But I prefer telekinesis
Fire really only
Burns.

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[mousquetaire]

[ Every time he thinks things are starting to become normal in this place, something happens to show him they're not.

He's going to ignore the fact that this maniac just created a fireball out of nothing. That's a secondary concern. The primary one is: - ]

Have you completely lost your mind?! What is it that you want?

[ Not that he has any intention of providing it, whatever it is. He'd like to know what he's dealing with, though. In the background, there are general rushed and clattering sounds, while he pulls boots on and stumbles his way out of his room. He isn't clear on exactly where the crime scene is, but by all appearances, he's going to find it. ]

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[gabriel_gray]

What is it that I want? What is it that I want?

[ He didn't touch that losing his mind comment because...that had happened. But he was okay now. Sane. Himself. That was an important thing to be in the grand scheme of things. ]

I want power. No--powers. Yours would do.

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[mousquetaire]

[ Powers?

That makes no sense. Power, in itself, would make sense, but powers as in the abilities people have? No. Clearly, this man needs help - preferably, the kind of help that would see him behind bars. ]

You don't know what I do, and even if you did, it wouldn't matter. I don't know how to share.

[ Actually, he does. But the last time he'd tried that out, it hadn't worked well for him - never mind that he'd been under the influence of the War ring at the time. He's certainly not about to try and get into the head of a man like this. That wouldn't be good for either of them. ]

I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else.

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[gabriel_gray]

Of course not. Because you're the conquering hero type, aren't you? See something bad happen and you come running.

[ But also naive, Sylar acknowledges, and naivete is almost more inviting than getting his point across about Peter. Sylar hasn't killed in months, and it's choking him to be so restrained. He needs power, the feel of other people's blood under his fingers... ]

Are you planning to hurt me? I'd like to see you try.

[cuff]

[ Ohhhhh he does not like you. ]

Yeah, see- here's the thing. Gotta fess up and say why you were denied your so called rights before you get any kinda special treatment. Cause when they said good things come to those who wait, I don't think they were talkin about you.

[gabriel_gray]

[ That's okay, he's meant to be creepy as shit. ]

Why was I locked up? I killed a guy--he came back to life, not that he much appreciated the second chance.

[cuff]

And you're lookin for someone to bend over backwards to give you a cookie? [ Why doesn't he have a gun yet. Why doesn't have have a gun. ]

Special services for serial killers- haven't heard that one before.

[gabriel_gray]

I'll take that to be sarcasm. So. Chat up serial killers often, do you?

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[theminotaur]

[ she should not engage, but she's going to engage. ]

Flair for the dramatic?

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[gabriel_gray]

Depends on my mood, really. Pyrokinesis has its strength but let's face it, it really only does one thing.

[theminotaur]

So I'm guessing you've never used it to cauterize a wound or for making kitschy wood burned art to sell on Etsy?