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The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

...all my foolish, fuckin' wishing...Collapse )


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Dec. 5th, 2009 06:55 am (UTC)
"You are going to spend a lot of time with your jaw dropped around me," Sylar rose and turned the music before he followed after. It switched from moody alternative to upbeat classic rock, things like the Beatles, the Moody Blues and Fleetwood Mac. He couldn't cook and be brooding, not waffles anyway.

Once in the kitchen he moved to the pantry to take down his dry ingredients first, then to the fridge for the wet, as well as the eggs and the meat. He moved about the space with the ease and confidence of a man who had been in the kitchen for years upon years, and he was. These waffles would be amazing, his ability to measure and to incorporate spices and extracts making his kitchen tantamount to a gourmet restaurant.

Edited at 2009-12-05 06:56 am (UTC)
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:02 am (UTC)
Claire just watched as Sylar danced gracefully through the kitchen like a pro. She wasn't much of a cook herself, not really caring to learn. She could certainly make a meal without burning down the house, but she was no expert.

As smells of cooking meat and pastry filled the room, the blond's tummy gave a loud grumble. "That smells so good."
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:09 am (UTC)
"I've had a while to get it right," he smiled, proud of his skills, of being able to show them off to some one who could appreciate something of his journey. "Syrup, or strawberries?" he asked as he flipped the eggs gently, and the waffle iron turned behind him without being touched.
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:12 am (UTC)
"Syrup, please." Claire grinned. "I like my breakfast super-sweet. I have one hell of a sweet tooth." She smiled, bouncing excitedly in her chair. "My mom used to make fun of me all the time. Used to tell me that my teeth would fall out of my head." She gave a brilliant smiled after the statement to prove that her mother's prediction never came true.
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:21 am (UTC)
"Your family must have saved a ton on dental work and doctors' visits," Sylar laughed softly and fixed her plate when the waffle timer went off. He set it down before her and went to the microwave to pull the syrup carafe, placing it beside the plate.

"Salt and pepper in the middle of the table," he nodded toward them, then went about making some eggs and a waffle of his own. Given advances in cooking technology it was a very short matter of moments before he was joining her in the seat across, filling each crevice of the waffle with equal portions of the warm syrup.
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:27 am (UTC)
After Sylar was done being meticulous with his syrup, Claire slopped on some butter and practically drowned her waffle in the sticky substance, more than gleeful the moment she took her first, sweet bite.

"This is perfect." She moaned happily, splitting her eggs so that they ran all over the plate. "And the eggs are wonderful." She added after taking a bit of those as well.
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
"I'm glad you approve," Sylar tucked into his own plate, slowly relishing a meal well made. He watched the way she bounced and grinned, surprised to see her mood so improved so quickly just by some waffles. She'd just about sworn to spend the whole time sneering at him, but now they were actually able to chat and share a meal. "It's definitely one of my favorites."
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)
Claire had this awful/wonderful habit of living in the moment. When she was happy, she was happy... when she was pissed, she was pissed. It usually worked well for her because she didn't hold grudges, that was, until Sylar came into her life.

But it seemed she was willing to let that grudge fade slightly too. It had been decades, almost a century, since he'd wronged her. Perhaps, with some encouragement from a kind caretaker, she may be able to move on.

"Reminds me of when I was a kid. Can't go wrong with waffles." Claire smiled, jovially tucking in. The pastry was quite heavy on her stomach, so she wasn't able to finish the whole thing, but what she did get down, she thoroughly enjoyed, eggs and all.
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:53 am (UTC)
"That's what I love about them. Sundays were both my worst and my favorite days, because it meant dressing up and going to mass, but it also meant brunch at a waffle-house afterward," he smirked. "And that usually meant cheek-pinching waitresses, but again, the pleasure was worth the price."
Dec. 5th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
"Okay, imagining you as a little boy in church, little tie and all is a little bit too much for my brain. I think I might overload." The blond grinned, feeling happy and full, definitely enjoying the image of little boy Sylar in her head.

"I had a youth mass at my church. It was actually really fun, as far as Jesus is concerned." Claire chuckled, still finding the fact that Sylar went to church funny.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:02 am (UTC)
"My mother liked to have me right there at her side. She was terribly protective, always acting like someone might come along and steal me away at any moment," which by now he figured had meant Samson, but he didn't get into that. "But I was quiet and content enough not to have to put up with the other kids anyway, even if it was boring, and sometimes intimidating."
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:06 am (UTC)
"Yeah." Claire nodded, certainly identifying with that last part. "God is kinda scary." She mentioned. It had been a long time since she'd actually gotten into her faith. "When I was real little, before my brother was born, all I remember was how scared I was by the crucifix on the altar. Like: What are they doing to that poor man. Freaked me out."
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:10 am (UTC)
"A good crucifix certainly is more graphic than a five-year-old needs to be exposed to. But, it didn't bother me so much unless I could see the blood coming from the crown of thorns... When I was little, anyway," he picked up one of the strips of bacon from his plate and took a thoughtful bite of it.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:12 am (UTC)
"Creepy." Claire shivered, making a grossed out face. "Yeah, that definitely freaked me out. And the slash down his side... ew." She shook her head, her hair falling in her face slightly. "But when I got older, it wasn't so bad. They eventually got rid of the crucifix and replaced it with Jesus risen. Much nicer to look at. That, and we had a really cool priest."
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
"I always found the clergy terribly imposing. I didn't much care for the Church and drifted away over the course of a few years, after I graduated high school. Mine was the sort that liked to make the congregation feel ashamed, like we were never good enough for God and he was this sort of disapproving parent who only stuck with us because he had to, because we were family, and even that was iffy," he shook his head, disappointed in his own unfortunate upbringing. "I never understood why people stayed so devoted to an outlook like that."

Edited at 2009-12-05 08:25 am (UTC)
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:31 am (UTC)
Claire smiled brightly then, finally seeing a bit of why Sylar was the way he was. "Look, I don't want to sound like the Sunday morning Christian holocast, but I was raised with a loving God. A parent who was always proud of his children, no matter how badly they screwed up. Jesus was just a really cool brother. Sure, we're a big family, but good or bad, if you truly are sorry, you'll be forgiven."

She had never, never preached he beliefs and Claire certainly wasn't going to start now, but it did feel good to know that her faith could make her still feel good and warm inside after all these years.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:36 am (UTC)
"I will, hm?" Sylar quirked one eyebrow at her curiously. He'd just spent the day before being torn to shreds by the vindictive blonde and now she was telling him salvation could still be his.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:38 am (UTC)
"I'm not God." Claire said flatly, following his train of thought easily. "I'm human, which means that if I don't want to forgive you because I believe that you're a lying manipulative bastard, than I have that choice." Her words weren't cruel at all, if anything they were terribly sarcastic. "But God, the all knowing all seeing deity that lives in the Kingdom of Heaven. He knows the truth and He will forgive you if you ask for it."
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:42 am (UTC)
"Hm," Sylar smirked and sat back, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip. "And how have you reconciled your undieing state with that cotton candy kingdom in the sky?" he tilted his head to the side a bit, curiously.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:44 am (UTC)
"I have some purpose. Perhaps it's to be miserable and spend the rest of my eternity sending loathing glares at you." Claire said with a sly smirk. "Like I just told you, I'm not God. Whatever He's got planned, it's not my place to ask. I'll know when and if I get there. I honestly can't live forever. Adam eventually died. So will we."
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:52 am (UTC)
"Such a waste," Sylar frowned, thinking back on a man he'd only read about in files. "I can only imagine what it would have been like to have a conversation with that man. We're still young by comparison to what he was when he was murdered, God, Aurthur Petrelli was an insufferable bastard." Sylar was proud to have him as a notch in his death toll.
Dec. 5th, 2009 08:54 am (UTC)
"Thanks for shooting him in the head, by the way." Claire smiled sarcastically, raising her glass of more apple juice to the brunette before finishing it off. "He really was an ass. As was his wife, but we won't get into that. That was a long time ago." And Angela only robbed Claire of most of her freedom, not her life.
Dec. 5th, 2009 09:10 am (UTC)
"That one I'm still holding grudges on," Sylar scowled at the thought of Angela Petrelli, a woman he would forever loath and admire for the rest of his days. "She was a special sort of perversly evil, but I'm well aware it's a trait that skipped certain individuals in your family."
Dec. 5th, 2009 09:13 am (UTC)
"Yeah, how my grandparents were so fucked up and the rest of us turned out relatively okay is beyond me." Claire shook her head, giggling and blushing slightly over the slip of the swear. She would normally never use that kind of language. "Pardon my french." She laughed.
Dec. 5th, 2009 09:19 am (UTC)
"Heh, are you showing your age or is that expression back in vogue? I'm always called out on the way I speak. People tell me I sound like a classic novel," he rolled his eyes. "I inevitably claim to be a nerdy history buff."
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