[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

Comments

[termineur]

No. Well- kind of.

[ His admission comes with a cute little head tilt and a smirk. It's hard not to push buttons when they're so easily pushed. ]

But you haven't done anything. Mostly I noticed that time seems to have stopped outside. It's not cold. With all the strange eyes, something unnatural's going on. I want a record of it.

I mean, I know you hate me, but you don't usually lock yourself up because of it.

[jumpthegun]

[John jerks against the cuff harder this time, making the sink he's attached to rattle. His teeth are bared for a moment.]

I'd kill you if I could right now. You and everyone else trying to destroy this town.

[termineur]

I know you would.

[ An unwanted expression of sympathy appears briefly on his face before he sighs and shakes his head. ]

Do you need anything? Food? Water you don't have to bend awkwardly for? You have enough medicine for that eye?

[ He's already pulling off his pack with his free hand and rummaging around for some rations. He keeps the tablet pointed at John, but he's not looking at him for the moment. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John sees his opportunity. He hates this man. He's hated him since he learned what he was. If Sylar gets back home, he'll just kill more people. He needs to be stopped.

The doctor pulls the scalpel from his pocket and chucks it blade-first at the other man. Without the benefit of depth perception, high on Fentora, and some part of him still trying to resist this impulse, it may or may not actually hit.]

[termineur]

[ Sylar wasn't looking, but he was listening. When he hears movement, he tilts his entire body to the left--

The scalpel embeds itself in the meat of his right shoulder. Sylar goes very still, dropping the tablet, and reaches slowly over to pull it straight out. Flexing his fingers for a moment, he lets out a sigh of relief. And then he looks up at John, and his easy manner comes flooding back in. ]

Nice try. You got close. Thanks for the scalpel, by the way. I'll keep it safe.

[ He puts the bloody scalpel in his bag. He then tugs out a ration bar and a bottle of water, and tosses them both lightly at John. ]

[jumpthegun]

[Sylar's cool attitude is infuriating. He truly is a sociopath, one that wants to destroy Norfinbury and everyone in it. The rational part of his brain knows that latter thought doesn't make much sense, but John can't help the anger and resentment coursing through him. The town would be safe by now if it weren't for men like this.

John wrenches his arm as he throws himself forward, straining to reach Sylar, kill him bare-handed, if he has to.]

You won't last the night. The other believers'll see to that. None of you heretics'll last.

[termineur]

[ Whoa. Sylar's eyebrows raise and he reaches for his tablet again, pointing it at John. Blood is oozing slowly down Sylar's right arm, but he seems to be entirely ignoring it for the moment. ]

Maybe not. Guess we'll see.

And afterwards, we'll see how you all feel about this whole game of Hunt the Heretics. Hard to fight, isn't it? That desire to fix the problem, now that you 'know' what it is....

[ His thoughts turn inward and he regrets bringing up the subject. ]

Well. I think I'll go explore a bit. You sit tight, Doctor.

[jumpthegun]

I am nothing like you. [It's snapped.] We're trying to protect this town!

[termineur]

Protect it through religious nonsense?

[ He'd turned away to head to the door, but he looks back now. He seems like he might laugh at any moment. ]

That doesn't sound like the Dr. Watson I know. It doesn't sound like Sherlock, either. What are you going to do if he turns out to be one of us sinners? You gonna murder him in cold blood?

[jumpthegun]

[That leaves John momentarily silent. Sherlock. If Sherlock is one of them...]

Sherlock is different. If he... if he's got eyes like yours it's for an experiment. He wants to help people. He'd want to protect everything here.

[termineur]

[ That gets a somewhat more sincere-looking smile from Sylar. ]

So it's not entirely overwhelming, then. At least there's that.

Good luck, John. I'll check in tomorrow, if this is still going on.

[jumpthegun]

You'll be dead by tomorrow. Enjoy being the hunted, Mr. Sylar.