Voice testing, Peeking Around at Games

[intuitive_aptitude]

Let's just really imagine how this will go.

You and me, integrated among heroes with so many powers I can't even predict what delicious wonders I'll see. How long do you think I'll last before I just pin one of them to the wall, cut his head open and take what I want?

Naturally, they'll all turn on me. No one is going to have Peter's abnormal capacity for forgiveness. Oh no, they'll try to kill me. And then I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.

And that just won't be any fun for all the other players now, will it?

So why don't you save yourself some trouble and take my advice.

Stay out of my head.

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[breakablegirl]

[She notices he's getting closer, but just assumes he's trying to-

Okay, no, he's definitely trying to make her uncomfortable. Really, really uncomfortable. And unfortunately, much to her dismay and disgust, it's working.

Claire takes a small step back, trying to keep the nervous look off of her face, mold it back into anger. The anger she wears so well. The anger that always burns extra bright, molded and ready and aimed, just for him.]

I think most people would rather die.

[intuitive_aptitude]

[ Sylar lifts one hand up, as if he was going to reach for her, but doesn't. He just leaves it there, finger poised, to keep her on edge. ]

Well come on now Claire. I thought we agreed I was trying not to kill people.

But if you think they'd rather die. [ He looked at her and shrugged, like he was shrugging off these mystery people's lives. ]

[breakablegirl]

[She will bite. She will bite your lips off if you try a single thing Sylar.

Still, she knows he's trying to get a rise out of her. So what she's going to do is call him on his bullshit instead. What she hopes is bullshit, anyway.]

Stop it. [She says through gritted teeth, taking a small step forward this time, squaring her shoulders and falling into a confident, solid stance. She glares, biting out the words with venom.]

You're psychotic and impossible, and obviously, a complete waste of my time.

[She'll turn to go. Storm on out. If he lets her or doesn't try and stop her.]

[intuitive_aptitude]

[ Just when Claire turns, he stops her mid-step, his own finger guiding her body as he abruptly moves her back around and next to him. ]

Don't be so rude Clairebear.

[ Okay so it's been awhile since he's called her that. But she was already so angry, Sylar really couldn't help it.

And he's looking at her like she's meat on a platter, his own eyes glowing with the insanity that fueled him. The real question for Sylar now, well, now that he's broken out his powers for a spin, is what to do next. ]

[breakablegirl]

[Of course. Of course he does that.

Claire feels her body stiffen unnaturally, and she knows she's completely under his control. Yet again. That doesn't stop her from struggling against it, even though she knows he won't let her go until he wants to, she hopes that the struggling at least makes it a tiny bit harder for him. A fraction of discomfort, even, is worth it.

She glares at him, begrudging surprise turning to pure fury as a growl hums in her throat.]

Do you do this every time someone hurts your feelings? [She grimaces lightly, still struggling.] Cause this is becoming a pattern.

[intuitive_aptitude]

[ He smiles, wide this time. ]

Only to the people I care about. [ Aww yes that means you Claire. ] Everyone else I just kill. [ His eyes light up, like he's just made the most hilarious mistake ever. ] Everyone else, I used to just kill.

So now. What to do? You're still in college aren't you?

[ Sylar closes the gap so quickly, his lips just centimeters away from hers. ]

[breakablegirl]

[Wh- Why are you smiling, Sylar. This is really unnerving. Give her normal psycho Sylar with power-addiction and control issues and bloodlust, she knows how to handle it. Give her smiling saying he cares wtf Sylar and she's at a loss.

Her eyes widen and she feels her body wanting to shiver, to recoil away from the intruding warmth of his skin so close to hers. Claire clenches her teeth together, a hardness forming along her jawline as she hesitates but eventually meets his eyes. Eyes that she always imagines as black, empty, soulless. But unfortunately this close she can see that they're not black at all, they're actually brown and not as empty as she'd like them to be, and she wants her illusion back.

Claire closes her eyes and flinches as much as his hold allows.]

Technically.

And you can't kill me anyway. [She pries her eyes open.] Do I get my own category? [The way she can pack so much loathing into so few words is pretty impressive, gotta give her that.]

[intuitive_aptitude]

[ It was all just so tempting. Telekinesis had always been his favorite power, second only to how much he both loved and hated the power he was born with. But oh sweet telekinesis always left his prey so vulnerable. How they must feel so helpless when unable to move.

Now Claire's lips were right there, free for the taking.

Or just as easily, he could stab her, an eye for an eye. The two of them might never die, but oh how it would hurt. How gloriously it would hurt. ]

Everything is just— [ His free hand grabbed her face, tilting her chin up, but not gracefully. ] —so very easy when you're in my position Claire. Have you ever thought about how easy everything would be if you had my abilities?

[ In all honesty, Sylar was monologuing with no interest in what her actual responses would be. But as he pontificated, his eyes searched hers, looking for the satisfaction he would gain in seeing traces of fear. He certainly saw the loathing.

But after the seconds ticked by, one-by-one, he pushed her back and dropped her from his grasp, letting Claire fall to the floor, tugged on only by the force of gravity. ]

Lucky for you, I've turned over a new leaf. [ His teeth gently bit against his lip as he said the last word, prolonging the ffff just an extra second so that the sentence turned from sounding disingenuous to predatory. Even when he's trying to be good, Sylar sounds bad. ]

You are free to go. [ And with a flick of his finger, Sylar blew the doors wide open. ]