What? No! You are not allowed to have another chapter already! It just emphasizes how I haven't!
WELL GET TO IT, WOMAN.
Aw, poor Ed. :( He thought you guys were bros, Sylar!!
I seriously feel bad for poor Ed. His retirement was so boring, and then suddenly there were CIA agents and super-scientists right in his backyard! And then, cruelly, he's shut out. Aw. Not the worst thing Sylar's ever done, but still.
I just like imagining Angela's calm panic.
Ha, me too. Peter's biggest mistake was giving her a night to think about it. YOU SHOULD HAVE PRESSED HARDER, PETER.
Heeee. :D I can see him getting into it. "Bah, these 'stars,' all that practice and their technique is still terrible. I could do so much better! ... Want me to show you Mohinder? ... I'll take that silence as a maybe."
You have not seen the last of Dancing with the Stars! But Peter steals Sylar's thunder a little.
Again, SO SAD. And adorable.
Inorite? When I started this fic, I actually had no idea he was going to end up so pitiful. It's like, yes he murdered dozens of people, but no one's ever bought him lunch! That's terrible! :(
"You know how many long-range shotguns Bennet wanted to try out? It gets expensive!"
Ahahahaha. Oh man. Poor Bennet. I imagine him putting away all his awesome shotguns while a sad trombone plays.
"... And your ability to work on all sorts of 'morally gray' projects!" I trust. :P
Oh yes. And there's nothing quite like having a super-scientist who literally can't leave. Angela's pretty good at cornering people into doing her bidding.
A super-powered fiddle whose notes can split people's skulls, I guess.
Ahahaha - that's the best kind of fiddle!
this image with Sylar all eager and hug-happy and Peter all disgruntled is great. I wish I could draw.
That would make a hilarious/adorable picture (hilardable? adorablious?)
I note that Mohinder does not protest the "us."
Very astute. Mohinder's pretty resigned to his fate at this point, which is sort of good news for Sylar. (At least in the short term, until Sylar figures out that having someone only with you by default is not the best feeling. Aw.)
One good day is all the prompting Sylar needs!
Lol, patience has never been one of Sylar's strengths.
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Date: 2011-11-15 05:35 am (UTC)WELL GET TO IT, WOMAN.
Aw, poor Ed. :( He thought you guys were bros, Sylar!!
I seriously feel bad for poor Ed. His retirement was so boring, and then suddenly there were CIA agents and super-scientists right in his backyard! And then, cruelly, he's shut out. Aw. Not the worst thing Sylar's ever done, but still.
I just like imagining Angela's calm panic.
Ha, me too. Peter's biggest mistake was giving her a night to think about it. YOU SHOULD HAVE PRESSED HARDER, PETER.
Heeee. :D I can see him getting into it. "Bah, these 'stars,' all that practice and their technique is still terrible. I could do so much better! ... Want me to show you Mohinder? ... I'll take that silence as a maybe."
You have not seen the last of Dancing with the Stars! But Peter steals Sylar's thunder a little.
Again, SO SAD. And adorable.
Inorite? When I started this fic, I actually had no idea he was going to end up so pitiful. It's like, yes he murdered dozens of people, but no one's ever bought him lunch! That's terrible! :(
"You know how many long-range shotguns Bennet wanted to try out? It gets expensive!"
Ahahahaha. Oh man. Poor Bennet. I imagine him putting away all his awesome shotguns while a sad trombone plays.
"... And your ability to work on all sorts of 'morally gray' projects!" I trust. :P
Oh yes. And there's nothing quite like having a super-scientist who literally can't leave. Angela's pretty good at cornering people into doing her bidding.
A super-powered fiddle whose notes can split people's skulls, I guess.
Ahahaha - that's the best kind of fiddle!
this image with Sylar all eager and hug-happy and Peter all disgruntled is great. I wish I could draw.
That would make a hilarious/adorable picture (hilardable? adorablious?)
I note that Mohinder does not protest the "us."
Very astute. Mohinder's pretty resigned to his fate at this point, which is sort of good news for Sylar. (At least in the short term, until Sylar figures out that having someone only with you by default is not the best feeling. Aw.)
One good day is all the prompting Sylar needs!
Lol, patience has never been one of Sylar's strengths.