[log] Decoherence [open]

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Characters: anyone
Location: In Norfinbury, and yet not.
Date: At all times, and yet not.
Summary: What you remember isn't what happened, probably. A place to play out situations that happened in the test drives or elsewhere. Things that happened and didn't happen.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

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[bywolves]

[ He should've known. He should've just stayed awake all night, and suffered tomorrow, find somewhere safe to hide and sleep. Instead, he wakes up to the whisper of cloth, the sensation of someone way, way too close to him, and instinctively, he kicks out, immediately awake. He tries to get his fingers under the guitar string, between it and his neck, but he might not quite be fast enough.

He's not going down without a fight. ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar's the one that's not fast enough. Royce gets his fingers in there and now it's a completely ineffective weapon. With an annoyed sigh, Sylar tugs it suddenly tighter and further backward. If he's fast enough, maybe he could break a finger or two. But he lets go immediately to reach into his other pocket. He pulls out a rusty box cutter. ]

Guess it's too late to ask if I can borrow some of your knives, huh?

[bywolves]

[ Royce's fingers crack alarmingly, and he curses under his breath as he pulls away, still trying to kick his way out. His heartbeat thuds in his ears, but it's fine, he's used to this. He's used to people trying to kill him and he should've just anticipated this. ]

You take any of them from me and I'll track you down and kill you slowly. [ Royce hisses, the hand that was holding the shiv coming up and jabbing directly into Sylar. He aims for something vital, but with his injury and the lack of precision it probably misses anything that'll do more than just hurt. Even so, he hopes it's enough time to scramble away, so he can grab another shiv from his bag. ]

[termineur]

[ The stab end up in his side- very luckily ending up too far to the edge to hit anything important, and Sylar yells out briefly and drops his box cutter. He doesn't take pain quietly, but he does manage to ignore it enough to keep fighting. He kicks the box cutter away from the both of them so Royce can't pick it up.

And perhaps he ignores that pain a little too much. He really shouldn't pull the shiv out, especially since he's not sure it didn't pierce anything important. But he'd like a proper bladed weapon and he's forgetting he can't just telekinesis his wound shut afterwards. Oddly enough, he laughs at Royce's threat. ]

Can't believe you had a knife on you already. You've got a ton, you know. I'd trade for a few.

[ It's probably a less effective offer when he's already dashing forward to attempt to stab Royce in the back- kidneys, if he's lucky. He can feel the burn in his side, but he ignores it. Clearly Royce is doing the same. ]

[bywolves]

[ There goes the box cutter. And here comes his own goddamn shiv.

Royce isn't fast enough to escape the stabbing, not after being half-choked. Sylar's faster than him at the moment, and he knows the instant that the shiv pierces his skin that it's a bad wound - it's agonizing, and Royce lets out a yelp of a sound, like a dog with it's paw stepped on. He drops, hitting the floor heavily on his hands and knees, and tries to calculate through the pain.

Fight back, he thinks. So he does - he turns around and kicks his leg out, aiming to knock Sylar to the floor so he can get the upper hand, so he can break or snap or stab from higher ground. Somehow. Through the burning, radiating pain in his back. ]

[termineur]

[ Sylar feels momentarily triumphant- right up until the point that Royce puts him on the ground. Sylar had intended to pull the shiv out and stab him again, but he let go when his knee decided to stop supporting him. He falls to the floor with a shout, flailing slightly as he regroups.

He decided to kick at the injured spot- or more accurately, Royce's injured side. He's got to keep the guy off-balance or Sylar's going to have his own stab wound to deal with. ]

[bywolves]

[ That's pretty much enough to drop Royce. A kick right in the stab wound has Royce collapsing with a wheeze of a gasp, hand going over to hold at it. It burns, and he coughs a little, trying to focus. Sylar's going to kill him. He's going to die.

But he's not going to die without hurting Sylar back as much as possible, he thinks. So if Sylar gets close, Royce is going to throw himself at the guy, aiming to bite, claw or scratch whatever he can. ]

[termineur]

[ A kidney stab isn't going to necessarily be enough for someone to die from, and Sylar's opponent seems tenacious. So he does make the unfortunate decision to get closer. He has to watch his face- his eyes specifically- as Royce frantically tries to attack him. A bad bite gets his right wrist and part of his hand, and Royce will at least get a pretty pitiful sound out of his murderer for the trouble.

It's a good thing for Sylar that he's ambidextrous. In the struggle, he manages to pull the shiv out again, and stabs at Royce indiscriminately three or four more times. ]

You got some good hits in, but you can die already. It'd be easier on you, at this point.

[bywolves]

[ At least there's that pitiful sound. Royce will take it, and he'll also take like three more stabs, to the stomach and chest. He chokes on the pain of it, dropping and starting to go limp, body shuddering with the effort of trying to stay up.

But Sylar's got him, and Royce is furious about it, even as he's fading. Blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, Royce stares up fuzzily at Sylar, and, rather than words, he just - spits at him.

Fine. Fine, you got him. The light's already draining out of his eyes. ]

[termineur]

[ Ew, Royce. But Sylar still laughs as he reaches up to wipe it off with his sleeve. That tenacity was something else.

So now that the guy's dead, this is the part where Sylar usually robs them blind. In this case, though, he takes two of Royce's knives- a straight razor and some monstrosity made out of a scissors blade- and stuffs a throw blanket (blue, with little silver stars on it) into his pack. Sylar also takes all of his food, as he'll at least wake up with the ration bars.

He wonders how he'll take it when he wakes up. He'd better wake up, or Sylar's just wasting supplies here. ]