Patient Zero

Just a man who's been thrown into this place. I'll get out someday, you know. Tick tock, my friends. Tick tock.

wintercardwell:

patient-zero-sylar:

He smiles gently. “That’s good. Wouldn’t want you to disappear from the world yet, my dear.” Observing her wings, Sylar hums softly. He is taken aback but the shock rolls off him. “Those are new. Well, probably old if you’ve had them since we first met.” He pauses. “They’re beautiful.”

“‘Mm ‘m a little harder to kill than most humans.” Again she noticed the way she separated herself from the rest and resisted the urge to sigh. “‘S kind of a long story,” she murmured as she caught a feather between her fingers and gave him a small smile. “You ever hear of Nephilim?”

Sylar noted the separation but shrugged it off. He was no longer human himself, considering his mental state. He had no use for trivial emotions like judgement. Not any longer. “I have all the time in the world. If you are willing to tell it.” He thought for a moment, trying to access parts of his memory that he hadn’t touched in a long time. “Just legends. What about them?”

themasterkoschei replied to your post: Hello.
Greetings, ape, I am the Master.

“Master? Of what?” Sylar wished he could remember the time he had lost in the old prison. The man before him seemed so familiar…

We did because everyone else kinda just broke apart so… But if you want mental patient, we can work with that. I mean, we can say he’s here as part of a project to integrate him back into society or something?

Sounds good to me!


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like with everything else, roleplaying comes with the bad and the good. lately it seems as though there’s a bit of tension and unwanted hate in the roleplaying world- and we just wanted to offer up a quick something to remedy that. pledge to not fuel the fire in the roleplaying world. by reblogging this, you are stating that you are open to meeting new people everyday and welcoming them in your plots and sites. you will talk in the cbox and socialize and not let anyone feel left out. you will spread the love by doing simple things such as plotting with someone you don’t know and letting someone know that they have an amazing character- get out of your comfort zone! don’t let the fact that you didn’t get your usual pb get you down. reblog this pledge to make the roleplaying world just a bit better.

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wintercardwell:

patient-zero-sylar:

wintercardwell:

patient-zero-sylar:

“You were one of the first friends I made over here, Sylar. An’ ‘m pretty good myself. Got married. Almost died a couple times.” She grins. [[-glomps- I missed you, Lady!]]

“That is very true. Married? My my, you’ve been busy. Who is the lucky man?” At her next words an alarmed look crossed his face. “Almost died? Dear Winter, what have you been doing to merit near death experiences?” He cocked his head in curiousity while studying her. She had changed greatly since their last meeting. He had forgotten how much people could change in a couple months.

((*snuggles* I missed you too darlin’)) 

“Married, yes.” She can’t help but grin at him. “Creeper Harvey. He’s a friend of Ruriks? I don’t know if that name sounds familiar though.” Winter gives him a sheepish look and smiles apologetically. “Um…befriend Sherlock Holmes. Get bitten by vampires…” Waving it off. “I just have really bad luck. ” Sighing a little, she rolls her shoulders.

Sylar nods, looking in his fuzzy memories. “I remember the name. Creeper Harvey, hm?” A laugh is startled out of him. “Bad luck you say? Miss Winter, you must have the worst luck. Danger magnet, you are. You’re being taken care of though? Being careful?” 

“Yeah he’s a friend of ours. Creeper Harvey. Though I decided to keep Cardwell for my last name.” She rolled her eyes at his laugh before joining in. “That I am, Sylar. Magnet for danger an’ trouble. But ‘m getting better with it.” Winter sighs again before she quietly spreads her wings. Sometimes keeping them hidden got too uncomfortable. “I am. He takes good care of me.”

He smiles gently. “That’s good. Wouldn’t want you to disappear from the world yet, my dear.” Observing her wings, Sylar hums softly. He is taken aback but the shock rolls off him. “Those are new. Well, probably old if you’ve had them since we first met.” He pauses. “They’re beautiful.”

6 days ago - 7

wintercardwell:

patient-zero-sylar:

“You were one of the first friends I made over here, Sylar. An’ ‘m pretty good myself. Got married. Almost died a couple times.” She grins. [[-glomps- I missed you, Lady!]]

“That is very true. Married? My my, you’ve been busy. Who is the lucky man?” At her next words an alarmed look crossed his face. “Almost died? Dear Winter, what have you been doing to merit near death experiences?” He cocked his head in curiousity while studying her. She had changed greatly since their last meeting. He had forgotten how much people could change in a couple months.

((*snuggles* I missed you too darlin’)) 

“Married, yes.” She can’t help but grin at him. “Creeper Harvey. He’s a friend of Ruriks? I don’t know if that name sounds familiar though.” Winter gives him a sheepish look and smiles apologetically. “Um…befriend Sherlock Holmes. Get bitten by vampires…” Waving it off. “I just have really bad luck. ” Sighing a little, she rolls her shoulders.

Sylar nods, looking in his fuzzy memories. “I remember the name. Creeper Harvey, hm?” A laugh is startled out of him. “Bad luck you say? Miss Winter, you must have the worst luck. Danger magnet, you are. You’re being taken care of though? Being careful?” 

“You were one of the first friends I made over here, Sylar. An’ ‘m pretty good myself. Got married. Almost died a couple times.” She grins. [[-glomps- I missed you, Lady!]]

“That is very true. Married? My my, you’ve been busy. Who is the lucky man?” At her next words an alarmed look crossed his face. “Almost died? Dear Winter, what have you been doing to merit near death experiences?” He cocked his head in curiousity while studying her. She had changed greatly since their last meeting. He had forgotten how much people could change in a couple months.

((*snuggles* I missed you too darlin’)) 

wintercardwell asked: Well hello there old friend. How are you?

Sylar felt a smile tug at his tips. “Visiting me after my transfer, Miss Winter? How thoughtful. I am still around, so I must be doing well. How are you?”

((OOC: If this is direct at the mun, then hello! I’m stressed but well. Thank you for asking. How about you? If it’s not, go ahead and ignore this~))

Hello.

iamanswers:

patient-zero-sylar:

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