just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[watchmaker]

And you do? [you're not the only angry one dean!!] Have any secrets you'd like to share with the class, Dean? A medical degree, perhaps?

[likedillinger]

Will you just shut up and-- [ but he stops there because there's a low, dark chuckle across the room. he swings his head that way and a tall guy in a leather jacket waltzes out of the shadows. his eyes are black, and so are the eyes of the five other dudes who come out of every other corner, surrounding them.

"Knew you'd show up. Mister Hero." He spits a disgusting wad onto the floor, and grins with a jacked up smile. "Little too late." ]

[watchmaker]

[sylar's back to standing straight in less than a second. he's totally calm, facing these demon jackasses with all the grace of someone who doesn't particularly care whether he lives or dies.]

If you were expecting us, I'm disappointed. It wouldn't have killed you to be a little more festive.

[after making his ~witty quip~, he glances over at dean without moving his head. dean was such a wildcard these days.]

[likedillinger]

If you knew I was coming, this is the last place you shoulda been. [ there's no humor, black or otherwise, in his tone at all. just a cold rage, his jaw hard. ] Cuz you sure as hell aren't leavin'.

[ The demons chuckled to each other evilly, and the main guy came to a halt, spreading his hands.

"Big talk." The smile widens. "She talked big too, you know. Said you taught her every-thing-you-know."

There's zero hesitation. A flash of silver, and Dean's suddenly got a hand around the demon's throat, driving him backwards across the room, feet dragging, until he slams him against a wall, knife held up. ]

[watchmaker]

[sylar just lets dean go. this was obviously his battle, and tbh he liked watch dean go all psycho and aggressive. it showed that he was still ~feeling something~. in an instant (probably literally thanks to his weird teleportation-but-not power from the end of season three) he's down there with dean and the demon, ready to be back-up but mostly there to commentate.]

You see, that's the thing with Claire. She was never really a straight-A student.

[likedillinger]

[ it's clear that the demon's surprised by the sudden turn, but he still manages to laugh as if he's the one in control of the situation. which merely prompts dean to shove him back harder against the wall with a sneer, raising the knife to his throat. the other demons move forward, closing in around them in a half moon, but the leader makes an urgent motion with his hand for them to hold off, eyes flickering between dean and sylar as he licks his lips.

"You know, the post officer in here, he's terrified of you. He sees what I see. That you're cut from the same cloth we are. This isn't about her. Is it?"

Dean holds his gaze for a tense moment, before saying in that gravelly voice: ]

You're right.

It's not just about her. [ He leans closer, pressing the knife against the skin of his throat until a line of blood appears. ] It's about you and me. And I'm gonna teach you some tricks I sure as hell never showed her.

[watchmaker]

[sylar is still watching and being dean's little cheerleaderchan. someone has to be the cheerleader now that' claire's dead, i guess ... and he really gets a kick out of this stuff. the only thing better than hitting rock bottom is hitting it with your bro4lyfe. however ...]

You might want to get the torture show on the road, Dean. I don't think this guy's buddies are going to be too keen on sitting around and watching. [he gestures back at them, then makes an arc of electricity in his hands as a friendly way of telling them to back the fuck up.]

[likedillinger]

[ as the other demons glared and scowled and shit at sylar, dean jabbed the knife halfway through the guy's neck, holding it there. ]

You know the great thing about throat injuries, is it takes a good five minutes for a major artery there to bleed out.

Five minutes can seem like a long, long time.