Closed RP - i kan haz mohindah nao?
Sep. 26th, 2007 11:21 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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How does somebody just disappear for an entire month?
Was what Sylar wanted to know, pretty much. A month. He didn't even know why he cared so much. This wasn't even caring, it was... outright nosiness. Keeping tabs on the people around him, so he could pinpoint moves. He didn't need another few weeks in a cement cell, strapped to a table, flushed with enough drugs to put an elephant in a coma for a month. Or then there were the sedatives, down in the Slytherin dungeons, Peter Petrelli ending up with an IV pole through his forehead. Or-or being tossed to the bottom of the lake for half the afternoon - no, that was fun, really. Jumped in his own tent by Rachel Morgan, she'd ended up with her neck snapped, him with enough blood loss to kill a lesser man off these school grounds.
Others getting the upper hand on Sylar... it never seemed to end well. Mohinder had already outwitted him once, after all, and he wasn't denying it. It was probably just best not to let history repeat itself.
He'd heard something about a plane crash, two weeks ago. Several people ending up on a desert island or what have you. How they'd gotten back, a mystery to him, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to know. Not that he had cared anyway. Or had noticed. Or had spent hours skulking around the Ravenclaw dormitories, like some kind of deranged stalker. ...Like he was doing now.
An open bar seemed repulsive, in or out of context. No wonder everyone called the Ravenclaw students a load of drunks. ...At least it made for a cover, should anybody hold suspicions? He had no idea. He was just staying away from that one, on the end. With the dreadlocks and the... Was he dressed like a pirate? Sylar wasn't going to ask. He was just going to approach. This was Mohinder's room, right? Like he had to ask. He was going to approach, and he was going to knock. Like a civilized little sociopath.
And if Mohinder tried to shut the door... well. Then they could see.
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Date: 2007-11-12 04:24 am (UTC)"And you're right," he added stiffly. "I wouldn't anyway. I won't." What Sylar might do with the information, he didn't know, but none of the options he could think of were any good. And anything that might put Molly into more danger was completely out of the question. Mohinder was much too fond of her to allow any further trouble to come her way.
Mohinder stood awkwardly as Sylar splashed his eyes, watching him narrowly. It wasn't exactly comfortable to just... stand there like this, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. The last time he had been around Sylar and they weren't actively trying to kill each other, Sylar had been Zane and that had been... easier. A great deal easier.
It was more difficult now, in fact, because he still remembered that, remembered the way he would have reacted if it was Zane whose eyes were hurt. He might have helped him to the sink and gotten him a washcloth, and then made him some tea while they sat and talked, and... Mohinder cleared his throat, folding his arms. "Any better?" he asked coldly, looking away.