The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Sylar's ears were quite exceptional as well, though you didn't need super hearing to make out the stammering of someone afraid of you. Sylar knew that tone far too well. The fish he'd been after seemed to not be a fish at all, but a person? The fish was putting some distance between himself and Sylar, though Sylar didn't really feeling like chasing, lifting one of his armor clad hands out of the water to rub his shoulder a bit. His body was tough, but being hit still stung.
Showing his lack of manners, Sylar suddenly flushed the water from his nose, blowing out before taking a few sniffs of the air. He could make out the scent of the water, and various things around him, as well as the complex scent that was Chris. It smelled like like a fish, but not entirely. A mixture of two worlds that only meant one thing to the sewer monster, a mutant. He turned to look at Chris, his emotionless tone deceptively intimidating.
"Well, seems you aren't the big fish I thought you were." Sylar sighed, realizing he'd spooked a mutant and wasted his time trying to nab a fish when he could have just left the pond awhile ago. "Calm down man, I don't wanna kill ya. I'm a mutie too." He started swimming once more, staying on the surface though and swimming off towards the shore, which happened to be behind where Chris was a ways. If the fish boy bolted or swam off, Sylar would just let him go, he had no interest in scaring or trying to eat one of his own kind. Roach took that lesson quite seriously when he was teaching Sylar.
He slowed a bit and spoke again at Chris if he remained in the same spot. "Sorry that I spooked you, It's just kind of what I do." He said as a joke, though his deadpan tone tended to kill any comedic timing he aimed for.
That awareness Shelby felt was the culmination and ultimate effect of Sylar's new power. The toxin saturating her blood had accumulated in her amygdala, an older portion of the brain which controlled the fear reaction. It inhibits the nerve cells there, and blocks out normal signals replacing them with "Sylar" signals, forcibly implanting a phobic fear of him in her, and turns everything that might be scary into somehow relating to Sylar's presence. And so long as he was here, to cement her fear as reality, it'd leave her a whimpering child. She was the first human to ever truly feel the effects, and she would surely never want to see or think of him again after this night.
Aware that the girl was scared nearly senseless, Sylar had to figure out a way to properly send her on her way, so he wouldn't have to worry about her. She had already forced him to beat up some other humans, and he didn't like sending too many of them running at once. Scare one human and they tell stories, scare a few and they start finding friends, scare too many and you get angry mobs or police. The girl was mumbling about another human, practically begging him to forgive her, it had been fun most of the time but this was even starting to make Sylar feel a tad guilty about it.
He lifted a claw to her face, as if to place it on her lips. "Shhhh human. Now you know exactly what I am. And you know better than to ever step into the darkness again. Every time you see a shadow, you'll know I might be there. Remember, you tell them all. The Boogeyman is very real." He said, smiling to himself as he still really enjoyed that name. The deity of children's fear, thinking of himself like that made Sylar feel confident and powerful, and seeing her so afraid did as well. It was much better to be the scary one, than the scared.
"Oh, and I'll remember this girl, so I hope you mean it about keeping a promise." He laughed just a bit, a normal human sound, but somehow coming from Sylar it was almost demonic. He stood up and back a few steps away from her. "Now I'm done with you, go on, git!" He pointed towards the street, the lit and welcoming streets of her world, just beyond the edge of this horrific alley she'd come up in. Oh yeah, Sylar remembered one last thing. "And take your phone too." He'd picked it up before jumping up to save her, and he didn't like the idea of this thing going off at random and waking him up. He tossed it towards the edge of the alley, landing on the ground with a thud. Hopefully the rain wouldn't destroy it before she grabbed it, though she probably didn't even care about that little device at this point.
Sylar's eyes never lost sight of the heated blob that was Chris beneath the water, his eyes blurred by the chill of the water but still able to pick apart the visual cues in ways none of the other animals could. He couldn't smell down here like Chris though, his nose only super human above the waves, so he couldn't detect the hints of panic or the taste of blood in the water as Chris armed himself with a piece of drift wood.
However Sylar was a bit confused by the antics of what he thought a fish, sort of randomly flailing about before charging right at him, the creature must be panicking to act like that, so Sylar figured he'd get his meal now as his claws came forward to catch his prize. The two of them came closer to one another, clawed fingers extending to grasp Chris and the surprise attack suddenly breaking about all the water near Sylar. He wasn't quite sure was happening till he felt a thud against his left arm, and then his shoulder. The water acted as a cushion, absorbing a lot of the force as Chris swung, but it was still enough to disorient and break Sylar away from his hunt, some of the air in his lungs escaping as he mumbled in confusion.
Chris would have his moment to escape up to the surface, and now in the middle of the confusion Sylar felt he'd need to surface as well. He watched the "fish" head upwards before he had to head there himself, probably breaking the water just after Chris would. What the heck was going on here? Fish sometimes thrashed about or bit, but they never hit like a club, and that's what Sylar had felt. "What the heck man?" He spoke after reaching the air above, and searching for Chris once more, his brain taking a moment to figure out the situation, as the scent of a man or mutant could only register with Sylar outside of the murky depths.
Sylar would have smirked at the success of his ploy if he hadn't had to worry about nearly catching the girl. He bent forward for a moment, his clawed hands extending to grab her, a move that probably ready to the man or Shelby if she'd been looking as terrifying, but was actually just meant to catch her if she'd fallen a bit more forward. The drunk bolted, heading out of the alley eager to rant about the monster that had attacked him or find another drink to forget just that. Either way Sylar didn't care, he took a moment to assess the situation.
The girl was here, on the ground pretty much fine though he smelled blood on her, and not a drunk person's blood. The man he'd strangled as still barely conscious and grasping at his throat as invisible demons plagued him, and the other was just out from lack of oxygen. Both were alive, but probably scared for life and doomed to an even more crushing dependency on alcohol.
The girl began to mumble apologies at him, oh geeze he'd really screwed her up now too. Sylar figured most people got over being scared by him once they were gone, but she was practically hyperventilating his words back at him. He knelt down, and stared at her, his black eyes unable to truly see the fear on her, though his other senses could all easily analyze each sign of fear. He spoke to her once more, but this voice wasn't that of the monster or the boy playing one, it was a human voice, boyish but not enough to be a man. In fact if you didn't know better it could even pass for a bit feminine.
The smell of her blood started to prickle at a certain instinct deep in Sylar's gut but he ignored it. "You alright girl? I smell blood on you." He said softly, though it barely registered with his nose, like a shark it was one thing Sylar could easily pick up on. Especially when adrenaline was boiling it and your heart was racing a mile a minute to move it. "And I know you did, I heard you." It wasn't comforting to hear Sylar console you after he'd just hammered the idea he was a flesh eating monster into you, but he at least wasn't murdering the girl right now.
That was a plus for her right? "You did fine human, You just...have exceptionally bad luck." That reminded him of another girl he knew, a mutant one who had a knack for walking right into trouble like she was a moth rushing to a flame. Really Sylar wanted to just leave her here and head home, but when Shelby was looking this weak, even Sylar couldn't ignore his human instinct to care for a woman, what a lame night he thought.
Both Sylar and Noel were suffering from mentally exhausting effects now, Sylar's mind warped and altered to the point of leaving him basically blank while the girl contested her own power mixed with intoxicating fear that made Sylar still seem as if he was some omnipresent boogeyman. Sylar took deep breathes, his instincts trying to reboot the boy's body and get him moving. Being dazed or weak was death for a predator, and that's all his body could muster with his mind so fogged.
He tried looking up to see where he was, his vision a wash of dulled grays, his world nearly blank save for that one shape in front of him, a girl? Who was she, and why was he here with her? But before he could put any pieces together the girl shrieked, and nearly jumped Sylar from his own flesh as the body stumbled backwards in surprise and tumbling onto the floor.
"Holy hell..what the crap..!?" He mumbled, his body able to come up with words even though his thoughts really didn't match them. He tried to climb to his feet and stand, but he still couldn't get the signals right, as if his brain was all mismatched by Noel's erasure of his history. He tumbled again and tried to look at her. Why the heck did he have a girl trapped in a room with him? Wait...wait! He remembered now, something about a break in, the pain of acid in his face. Whoever she was she'd attacked him! Or at least maybe she had?
"You...You! You sprayed acid on me! I...wait..."He stopped, lost again. Why was he here with her? Had he been chasing her? Oh right, he broke into this place for food. Wait why did he need food? Why hadn't he just gone home for food...for years? Too much to put together at the moment, he had to get away and clear his thoughts. He needed an entire days worth of sleep just to clear this weird hangover. He stumbled again, finally standing and thinking of how to get out of here. "Stupid human! Stop screaming already!" He shouted at her, his previous rage having turned into a more human emotion, less one of seething vengeance and more straight frustration. "Spray me with freaking acid and now you'll call the whole dang police force on me!" He couldn't sprint off like he wanted so he started to just walk away.
"Freaking humans and..." He remembered attacking the girl, like this was bad. He could barely stay straight up and she was screaming, if somebody did come he could be in actual danger. He turned to look at her. "Just shut up and I'll leave ok? I don't even know where I am for christ's sake!" Sylar was seriously confused, Noel's power had practically knocked his monstrous side unconscious and left just the timid 16 year old boy Sylar behind.
Sylar had nearly let it slip past him that there had been three men. His hands gripping a throat and the tail around another had satisfied his inner beast as if he'd snagged two free meals. Though you couldn't pay Sylar to eat these men, the rank stench of alcohol leaking through their pores nearly made him sick to his stomach. The sound of shattering glass brought him back from his attach, the boy's head jutting to the left and staring at the last man holding the girl.
For just a moment his body tensed and his eyes opened wide, a sign of worry that was gone just as fast as it had shown. Not enough for some drunk to catch it though, Sylar would have to play this one real cool now, or this man would waste all this effort and force the boy to eat the girl anyways. Not to mention actually murder these three idiots, which really he didn't want to do. Every kill would whittle away at the cage and let the monster out, he knew that now, and without Roach to guide him it would be bad to lose it here.
The boy sent a signal down his spine, his tail whipping back and hurling the man against the wall of a building with a heavy slam while he stood up still holding the other, the short boy that Sylar was easily lifting a grown man off the ground like he was a doll. He faced the last man, and then spoke. "Sure." He said stoically as he released his grip on the man, who fell to the ground with a thud and grasped at his bleeding neck as the poison began to set in. The man gurgled out words, something along the lines of "Oh god...god it's a monster...it's after me!"
The other would wouldn't pose further problems, both of them disabled and leaving Sylar to confront just this man...and his hostage. This girl was turning out to be just as much trouble as any other, at this rate Sylar was not only going to have no interest in women, but down right hate them for all the problems they brought him. "You can kill her if you like human." He snarled, his voice full of ferocity and a lack of concern. "After all that's what I'm going to do to her." He kept going, playing up the heartless monster role as best he could. Humans were all the same, eager to play the predator, but quick to cower and run when the real predator showed up.
"But see...that's my favorite part. And if you kill her...then I'll just have to settle for a different toy...you'll do." Sylar said, raising his hand up and pointing a claw at the man, drawing his attention. The entire time he was speaking though, his tail had dropped low to the ground, slithering forward as close as it could to Shelby and the drunk. If Sylar played his cards right, he could stab the man and probably save the girl, or maybe bash the both of them into a wall.
He really had wanted this night to end simply, a tremendously successful scare, and new rumors about the scary monster for all the humans to run from. And now he was stuck in some Mexican standoff with a drunk and a girl so scared she was probably about to pee her pants. And Sylar really hoped she didn't, his nose was already rank with alcohol and fear, the last thing he needed was another awful smell to ruin his night.
Humankind was a merciless species, eagerly preying upon it's own weakness whenever given the chance. A girl crawls from the sewers trembling in fear and rather than inspire kindness these men saw only a carnal opportunity. Sylar hadn't noticed them at first, eager to be done with this girl he'd scared off. But he heard the voices of other humans, male voices and the smell of alcohol quickly hit him even through the rank stink of his sewer home. He disliked this smell, it was like a predator sniffing out diseased prey, people like this were unappetizing even to him.
He remained hidden below the man hole, his instincts and brain fighting over the thought of what to do. She wasn't his friend, and she wasn't his responsibility. Leave her to her own kind, humans were all like this, eager to hurt one another for their own gain and hate anyone who didn't fit in. But even as alien as Sylar was, nearly half of him was still human, and it seemed his heart was still human enough to find disgust in the thought of leaving a weakened girl to drunkards. He growled a bit and then sighed, was he really about to ruin his entire act by going up there? Maybe he could play it off as spooking them off too, yeah, that would work.
Having satisfied his own sense of pride with an excuse, Sylar hopped up and let his claws dig into the world above, the obsidian weapons quickly cutting into the aspalt as he prepared to pull himself up. The men were continuing to jostle her, talking about payment and some fun they could have. Sylar would show them fun, a bloody good time in fact.
With all of them distracted it was unlikely anyone would notice Sylar pull his dark form from the sewers and the rain began to patter against his armored flesh, creating an odd thumping sound. "She warned you vermin...Now lets see how you pay the price." The boy grinned, wicked fangs gleaming behind his lips before he jumped forward like a panther, smashing the man who'd been in Shelby's face to the ground with a heavy thud.
One of the men tried to react, mouthing "What the f..." Before the serpent attached to Sylar's waste lashed out and wrapped around his throat and lifted him off the ground with a gurgling noise escaping his throat. Two of them were trapped and attacked by a monster while the third tried to work his mind through the drunken haze and rising fear. "This girl is MINE!" Sylar pressed his claws into the throat of the man below him, his claws starting to cut the flesh and the warmth of blood sticking to his skin.
However, being drunk tended to do two things to humans. First it made them exceedingly stupid, even stupid enough to stand up to a absurdly powerful mutant, and the second was it dulled pain. The man beneath him fought back against Sylar, holding his attention as the boy continued to strangle him and gave the third a chance to raise his drink bottle up and realize he had a weapon.
And all of this had happened in just a moment, leaving poor Shelby barely anytime to register that she was either being saved, or doomed to an even worse fate by Sylar's presence.
Sylar had put some distance between himself and Evelyn, hoping it might help her clear her head. Something about the sewers, about his presence had terrified her like he'd never done on even his best days acting out the monster. The girl mumbled about her powers, trying to make sense of the situation. But fear never made sense, real fear was this primal emotion that high jacked your body and killed your thoughts. Even Sherlock Holmes as he liked to think of Evelyn couldn't stand up to real terror, no one could. And Sylar would know, he was slowly becoming terror incarnate.
She extended her hand out towards him, pleading for him to stay with her but also urging him to leave. She couldn't make sense of her feelings or thoughts mixing with that urge to just run till your legs gave out. Sylar remembered that feeling, that urge to just run away from the scariest moment of his life. It was the day he left human society behind, and ran from his Mother's abandonment. The fear of being unwanted and alone, and now he'd inflicted a terrible fear upon her.
"Evelyn...I can't..." He fumbled on his words, unsure of what to say. He had always got sort of a kick out of being scary at times, learning to embrace the thing that had alienated him as a means of coping. But this was too much, it was like just being near him was toxic. "I can't stay Evelyn. Look at what I've done, I'm like poison to you." He said, unaware he'd hit the nail directly on the head. "If I stay away, if I keep to the shadows, maybe it won't happen anymore."
He was terribly sad at this moment, his mind suddenly confronted with the fear that he might have to never again mingle with one of his few friends, and a good one at that. Evelyn was important, and her friendship helped the boy figure out his own teenage angst and mutant confusions, but now he just wanted her to recover. To be feared like this...wasn't fun, it was more like a punch to the gut from a trusted friend. His tail hung low in the shadows,and he refrained from entering the light, unsure of what to do now. Besides possibly vanish back into the sewers and avoid the world for some time as he figured this out.
This woman wasn't making any sense, Sylar had told her nothing! These were his secrets, dark secrets he kept from everyone but Roach. And Roach wouldn't betray his trust, Roach was his friend and benefactor, a mentor even! Sylar's thoughts were getting hectic and muddy. His grip tightened on the girl as he ground his teeth and hissed at her. "I told you nothing! Stop confusing me!" She spoke of his inner monster, that dark feeling he had in his guts that made him think of morbid thoughts, made him hunger for what should never be eaten.
Unaware that this hazy feeling was Noel's power at work, Sylar's mind continued to lose it's stability, and his strength was beginning to fade as well. She spoke of Roach, and how he'd given into his darkness long ago. But Sylar hadn't...which was true. Sylar still resisted, his human heart didn't like the monster's thoughts. Sylar's claw around her throat began to weaken, the monster's strength replaced by a boy's grasp.
Noel said something, she tried to comfort Sylar but he couldn't really make it out anymore. The blood that pumped through his unique eyes had flushed out, and his entire world just sort of faded into black, but this darkness was somehow...warm. She told him to forget, and their roles reversed. Sylar's mind became prey to her psychometric ability as a key aspect of what had twisted Sylar into who he was began to change.
The cage that Sylar kept his monster in had always been missing a few bars, each removed by some experience the boy had. But Noel's ability was about to replace the oldest one, the day his Mother had abandoned him. His hand fell from her neck, dropping her as his entire world was gone for a brief moment, before a slightly different Sylar woke to replace the boy that had attacked Noel. His tail was limp, and his balance teetered as he fell for a knee. He couldn't find any words, as his mind sort of rebooted like a computer, and tried to find a file that was no longer there.
"Wha...Where am I?" Was all he could muster as he tried to figure out where he was and why he suddenly felt...more whole.
Sylar had intended to drop down here and just sprint off like normal, but he could hear the dead girl's footsteps echoing after him. Guess she was going to take a trip in his sewers as well, which would normally bother Sylar, but this girl kind of slid under his usual radar. His instincts and senses didn't care about her, so he'd let it pass. Down here though was his territory, a world of darkness and cold.
She spoke into the empty tunnel, looking for Sylar. It was nice that the playing field was leveled down here, Emily was invisible to Sylar's thermal eyes, and down here he was practically invisible as well. The boy's natural instincts for scaring others though had kicked in, and he walked up behind Emily as she looked for him. "It's Sylar. And we should keep moving, usually takes a few blocks before they lose me." He stepped out from behind her and began walking down the tunnel, choosing to keep a human pace over the usual sprinters pace he could easily hold.
As Sylar walked the tunnels he knew so well, he chose to strike up some conversation given this rare chance to think so clearly. "So it must be pretty weird to be dead. Like do you even still eat?" He said, his voice rather childish and curious at this point, quite different to how his personality had started when they met up on the streets. "And watch your step down here. It's wet." He pointed out as it wasn't entirely obvious while down in a sewer.
While Sylar was well designed for the water, and knew how to swim. He was still limited to swimming like a person, his claws and feet moving the water in a somewhat awkward motion compared to the slick undulation of the fish native to the waterways of the world. He could move fast, but someone like Chris, who was both made for and embraced the water had the advantage still. His vision was "cloudy" down here in the cool water, but Chris's large signature was easy enough to follow, but it seemed he wasn't as stealthy as he'd hoped, watching as Chris kicked about in the water, the mud clouding up everything as the other mutant quickly tried to flee.
Sylar touched the bottom of the lake and turned to watch Chris, his motion's clearly that of prey fleeing a predator. Sylar couldn't hold his breath for long, but he'd try one more time to catch that big fish! The boy tensed up and began swimming again, passing through the cloud of mud as he made a straight shot towards Chris. Sylar's tail dragged behind him, the bladed end cutting through the water but not helping him terribly much when it came to swimming.
He kept after Chris, merciless in his pursuit of the other mutant down here in the depth of the lake, but his air supply ran short with all the vigorous activity, and he felt that pressure building in him that signaled needing to breath. Sylar muttered the word "crap" into the water before breaking off and heading up to surface for a breath. Taking a gasping breath, Sylar mumbled some more into the open air. "Stupid thing is fast." He tried to think for a moment, his alien form hovering in the water as he kicked to stay afloat. "One more try." He gasped again, taking a big breath as he dove once more, looking for Chris and hoping to catch himself a big fat fish dinner.
Sylar smiled when he felt his hands connect with Noel's body, his claws eagerly grasping at the girl to secure his victory. His hand wrapped around her face, his knife-like fingers easily cutting into the girl's skin. Holding tight Sylar was ready to gloat and threaten the girl, but it seemed Noel had a trick up her sleeve, and did something that immediately slid her into the controlling position between the two.
Sylar's eyes widened whens he started quoting a story from long ago. "Wha..." The boy mumbled as the girl continued, bringing up the original moment of Sylar's life as a mutant. He heard his Mother's words again, the abandonment of her only child at a moments notice. The boy's grasp tighted and he thrust Noel back against the wall painfully. "How do you?....Don't you insult me!" The boy was confused, he'd never told anyone what his Mother had said to him. Not even Serena or Roach, how could this girl know those words? Say them exactly like she had? It infuriated and worried Sylar, throwing off his violent momentum he had been building the entire time.
The boy growled his warning at her, a plea escaping Noel's mouth as she asked Sylar to resist himself. Then she said something that stopped the boy cold. She brought up something he never wanted anyone but Roach to know, his truest moment of weakness. "No...I don't...Stop it! Who told you this!?" Sylar hissed at Noel, slamming her against the wall again. However his grip had weakened, those claws no longer pressed hard enough to cut the girl, his hand now the grip of a scared boy, a confused creature. "I didn't do anything! It did it! Someone told you about the monster right? How else could you know!?" The boy tried to defend himself, having been confronted with his inner demon honestly for the first time by anyone other than himself.
Sylar still had Noel within his grasp, he could end this fight right now, put an end to her blasphemous tongue. But he wasn't sure what to do, how did she know anything about him? Was she some sort of spy or detective? But even if someone followed him, they couldn't know these things, not his mother's words or Roach's teaching. You had to be there for that, the idea that Noel was a mutant hadn't crossed Sylar's confused thoughts just yet. The boy's tail swished violently behind him, a sign of his frustration as he made a demand. "How'd you know that."
Sylar's unique life style had led to some unique habits over the years, and this happened to be one of them. Even though he had access to an actual bath now at the apartment, the boy still preferred a dip in the water to clear the sewer gunk from his armor and hair every now and again. Unaware he had picked the hunting spot of another big fish, the sewer boy shed his filthy hoodie and walked into the lake, slithering into the water once he was deep enough.
While he didn't care for swimming at any point in his life, Sylar's smooth alien flesh and his sharp extremities made him quite aqua-dynamic in reality, meaning he could swim rather well, to the point that sometimes he went for a dip to find a meal, and like a shark he was the top predator in any lake or river he choose. Gliding across the surface of the lake at first he cast a shadow over the murky water, unaware at first that Chris was at the bottom of the lake. Sylar's sense of smell was poor in the water, however his eye sight let him circumvent the murky water by being able to observe the heat blooms of the larger or more active fish.
The cool water was relaxing and as the sewer gunk washed from his body Sylar decided to dive deeper, turning downward with a splash as he began to enjoy the swim. However turning his attention towards the bottom of this large lake, his eyes began to catch sight of a large thermal bloom. That was one big fish, like way bigger than most of the carp or those big snake fish he sometimes found. The Predator delved deeper into the water, slowly closing the different between himself and Chris. Sylar's scent was certainly one the fish boy would have never smelled before. The unique aroma of Sylar's alien flesh, muddled with sewer sludge and deluded venom.
Sylar stared for a moment, holding his breath as best he could before turning and leaving to surface once more. Breaking the surface, Sylar thought for a moment. Whatever that fish was, it was big enough to feed him and have left overs! The boy gasped, taking a deep breath before diving again, this time rushing straight towards where Chris was. The Boogeyman of New York was now like some kind of alien shark, and his teeth and claws were all interested in catching Chris, the biggest fish in the lake right now.
Sylar closed in on Noel, the distance between large enough that most humans might feel comfortable or at least safe to react. But Sylar was no man, he was a monster, and he'd be on her in a flash. The girl still choose to stand her ground again, her back to the wall and the only way out through the very predator that had cornered her. Sylar didn't care for her words or threats, or anything except the conclusion of the hunt. He had her now. He could taste the girl's fear in the air, and hear her strained breathing as they confronted each other.
Weapons? She had weapons? Sylar WAS a weapon, and it was time to show her just what hornets nest she had riled up. The boy tensed, a mere moment of time for the girl to watch as the sewer monster called the Boogeyman of New York leapt forward, covering more than six feet with a single jump as he came at the girl, claws open and ready to inflict some pain. Sylar couldn't really see the girl to know where to grasp, but his claws would look for anything he could, a wrist to grab, a leg, but he wanted her throat. That was the weak spot of all prey, you clamped down around it with claw or fang and the fight was done before it began. And Sylar had every intention so crush this girls throat till she passed out, and let her feel the fear of the dark.
Sylar crashed into Noel with all the grace of a tiger, and his claws reached out for the girl, one right for his intended target, her throat. The boy was still unaware that Noel was no human, and that as soon as they touched, each of them would be at the mercy of the other's powers. Sylar would get a taste of her mental abilities while the boy's claws were ready to cut her flesh and fill her with more toxic dread. "You're mine!" Was the last statement the boy made before doing nothing but hissing at the girl.
