[Closed RP] All battle systems are go

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[[Closed to Sylar, KOS-MOS, and whatever Sylar-mun wishes to sock with]]

One would think one would be bored with endless patrolling. Certainly a human would be. KOS-MOS, however, thought nothing of it. She felt it her duty to protect Hogwarts.

Which is why when she heard a scream, she ran for the source.

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[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

"And shampoo muffins! Star Wars! Bullfrog! Crickets and... cigarette muffins! Cough! Israeli-Palestinian conflict muffins! And a bits-of-glass muffin - ow! - and asbestos! Oh, God, asbestos! Like, 'I'm baking muffins ASBESTOS I can'! Get it? GET IT?! SWEET JEEBUS, YOU ARE NOT GETTING IT. WHAT ABOUT MONKEY MUFFIN? Oh, MISTER. AL JARREAU MUFFIN."

Twenty minutes. Yes, twenty minutes this woman had been going on about muffins. Every flavor possible. And, as shown by what she was talking about now, definitely some made-up flavors.

"Elephant muffin and pencil muffin!"

Sylar could be a very patient man.

"Newspaper!"

But this was just a little too much for him to handle.

"Fire muffin!"

"LOOK."

All at once, Tenna would have found herself with a hand to her throat, long fingers fitting nearly the entire distance around her neck and squeezing. Tenna automatically let out a wild shriek, eyes wide. "Okay! You don't like fire muffins! I can get on that! That would hurt!"

"SHUT UP," Sylar hissed through clenched teeth, pushing the girl back up against the wall. "Okay, first minute of this, I could sit through. But TWENTY MINUTES of your MINDLESS BABBLING..."

...Sylar was pretty intent on snapping her neck, yes.

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"Charging....R-CANNON." KOS-MOS's right arm shifted into a cannon, which she proceeded to point directly at Sylar. "Let the human go."

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

...What?

Who even was this? And... was that a cannon? Sylar's hand didn't budge, but he turned his head to look at KOS-MOS, eyebrow cocked. Tenna waved, wide smile on her face. "That's interesting." And not human. "Why?"

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

"I will not allow you to harm her. Let her go or I will attack."

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Let her go or she would attack? Why was she so adamant about someone did... were they friends, or...? "Right. I'll jump right to that."

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

KOS-MOS kept her cannon trained on Sylar. If he didn't drop her, she'd make a move. If he attacked her, she'd make a move.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Sylar paused for a few long seconds, his jaw working as he finally released Tenna, who giggled automatically. Annoying, definitely deserving of a neck snap, but not worth it. Newcomer, however. "Robotic, huh?" he said, slowly, and cocked his head to her, almost as if he could see straight inside her head. "How does that work again?"

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

"I am an android." Then KOS-MOS explains how she works, which the mun is not going to type because she knows squat about robots except Jamie Hyneman's is AWESOME.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Jamie Hyneman is, in fact, made of awesome, and Sylar's mun could most definitely agree with that sentence in its entirety. Tenna, however, unaware as to who Jamie Hyneman could be, had grown bored in light of the topic of conversation. ...No, really, she'd started looking around for shiny things about when KOS-MOS said 'android'. She started ticking off on her fingers, muttering something under her breath, before she turned to Sylar and interrupted KOS-MOS' speech.

"I said fire muffins last, right?"

...Oh, hell no.

Between an android prattling on about robotic parts - as if he was a dolt and didn't know how a machine worked, at least to some extent - and Tenna's mention of muffins again - she had to be kidding. More muffins? More MUFFINS? - he was about ready to snap. No, wait... he definitely was doing just that. And a burst of radiation flared up from one of his palms as he turned to... incinerate Tenna? Something that would destroy her vocal chords.

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KOS-MOS quickly fired her R-CANNON, propelling him away from the two of them.

"Please evacuate the premises," she said to Tenna, dashing foward to give Sylar what for.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Tenna was sent sprawling to the floor, eyes blinking to the ceiling for a few long seconds before she started making 'splodey noises and waving around on the floor. "Yeh chewed off me legs!" she announced to nobody in particular. Sylar didn't even grace her with a second glance.

"You know, this is getting a little old," Sylar spat in return, and with a twist of his fingers, KOS-MOS went slamming backwards into the nearest wall, with a force that probably felt like a sledgehammer had just connected with her gut. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

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Which would hurt, if androids could feel pain. Unblinking, KOS-MOS charged foward and swung at Sylar.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

And, okay, he'd understood the whole 'cyborg' thing, but he'd at least hoped that would have caught her off-guard for a moment or two. She jumped back in so quickly that he just barely ducked out of the way, her fist grazing his jaw and, damn, that was still going to smart later. His fists were flaring back with that florescent shade of orange, and he sent a burst of radiation slamming back into her chest. Who did she think she was?

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

Ooh, now that smarts. Burned away some of her armor too.

Slamming her hand into the ground to slow herself down, she powered up her R-CANNON again and readied to fire.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

God, how did he get into some of this stuff? He just wanted to silence the girl in piece, but no. He now had a cannon trained on him, his own hands still flaring with the radiation, almost as if he was daring her to go.

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"Please abstain from causing any more harm."

True, KOS-MOS couldn't kill Sylar, but damned if she'll let him leave without a fight. Or a reminder that someone can fight back.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Technically, he couldn't kill her either. No-Kill rule at the school. Frustrating, and yet... maybe it was better this way. Although it would be smashing right now if he could just... DESTROY her, thank you. "Yes, it's my top priority at the moment," he growled under his breath, and his other palm burst with radiation, twin flares burning in each hand. "I would rethink that decision if I were you."

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

Oh well. His loss.

KOS-MOS fired point blank. If Sylar missed, that'll be surprising.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

Shit.

Sylar might have been good, very good, but something like that was a little hard to block. He managed to throw up both hands and stop the cannon burst halfway between them - hey, despite popular belief, he was not indestructible, and something like that was going to have him out of commission for a WHILE - but it didn't stop the explosion from detonating, flames licking at his arms and sending him sprawling backwards into the nearest wall and OW. He had to have at least cracked a few ribs, never mind the damage from the fire.

Bitch was going down. Sylar grabbed at the air in front of him, flinching a bit at the sting of his fingers moving, and invisible digits crept around KOS-MOS' throat, raising her above the ground as his eyes narrowed into a scowl. "I can see it now," he murmured in a hush, eyes flashing towards the cyborg. "Every last gear ticking away inside. How would it feel to take that apart, screw by screw, huh?"

[kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com]

"It would be inadvisable to take me apart. You are not qualified to do so, nor are you qualified to put me back together. Charging....R-BLADE!" KOS-MOS's right hand turned into a glowing red blade, and she swung.

Best case scenario, Sylar's hands would get chopped off. What's more likely, it will cut him enough that he'll let go. Worst case scenario, nothing happens and KOS-MOS goes to Plan B.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

What else did she have up her sleeves? LITERALLY. She pulled out weapon after weapon and, God, this was really putting his reflexes to the test, wasn't it? She wasn't as challenging as, say, Susan - but then this cyborg whatever-it-was didn't seem to be very advanced in the intelligence category. Then again she wasn't as difficult - little as he'd like to admit it - as Peter Petrelli, and he wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Woops. Let his guard down for a moment.

Sylar automatically lurched backwards, for lack of a better solution to the matter, getting himself... MOSTLY out of the way - there was definitely a new slice across the arm of his hoody sweatshirt now, with blood already welling to the surface of the sizable gash. Fantastic. "You owe me a new shirt," he automatically seethed in return, telekinetically slamming the sword - and her arm, consequentially - towards the stone floor, at an angle awkward enough to almost dislocate her shoulder.

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Actually, yeah, it did dislocate.

KOS-MOS jumped out of Sylar's way, began floating in the air, and said, as close as we're going to figure out what she said, "Lasey Uotai Etah". It's Greek. Literally.

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

He was a little distracted from the little show, naturally. Soon as she tore free from his grip, he was stumbling off to the side, sharp hiss sucking in his breath. God, blood was dripping down his fingertips, and that gash was worse than he initially thought, wasn't it?

Maybe he wasn't somebody to take off before a fight was over, but damn if he knew when he was beat. This was going to need stitches. And he'd had enough blood loss in the last few months to last him a lifetime. Before KOS-MOS could even finish getting the words out of her mouth, by the time she would have looked down, Sylar would have been gone.

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KOS-MOS scanned the area with her sensors. She saw no sign of Sylar anywhere. Ever on her guard, she continued her patrols, looking for him.