New Town, What to do?[Open]

It had taken a few hours but Sylar finally departed the train from Washington D.C. to California. He had a few reasons for leaving D.C. One was because of the woman whose power he had absorbed had told him to meet her in New York. he did not know the way but he guessed he was going the right way. Either way, he had other reasons for leaving. He had trashed a Baker's shop, accidentally of course, as well as destroying part of a road. And then there was the fact that, in a warehouse in Washington somewhere, were a bunch of dead bodies. From his past, they were the people he had killed, and he knew it wouldn't be long until the police found out. He had to get out, which is why he was now in California.

In a little grassy park somewhere in California, he sat on a wooden bench. There were many birds around so he took out some bread, that he had found in his pockets after being in the baker's. He didn't mean to steal, but he knew how it was done. He was so good at it, clearly, that he did it unconsciously, however it was more likely that it had just slipped into his pockets. Either way, the birds seemed to like it. So Sylar, fed the birds, wile also thinking of his new power, and what exactly it was. he didn't understand it much, so he knew that he'd need another one soon. one that was easier to understand and use. But how would he find another superhuman.

The man walked towards the park, its where he did his best thinking about particle physics. His recent thoughts hadn't really made any progress in the total form of his formula he was working on, mostly because he had changed his focus from that and onto genetics trying to find and isolate his genetic strand and remove it, so he'd stop himself from turning into the giant green monster. Even though he liked the perks of getting a ripped body from the gama, he showed it off and never wore a shirt. Today although he had decide to where a black shirt that complemented his slacks which by now were torn and shred from chagning into the hulk multiple time. Infact the black undershirt it's self was ripped in torn from the garbage can he found it in. Wasn't sure what happened to it, but last night he was quite cold so he needed it. He could hear the hulk when he grabbed it screaming in his head weakling. You are a good for nothing, he had recently had this happening he wasn't sure why. But he knew that if he could pierce to the hulk when he was transformed, why couldn't the hulk do the same thing to him. The hulk was a brute but it seemed he was much more intelligent when he wasn't transformed. As he was walking with his head was burred in his notebook writing down a series of genetic code. Not paying attention he tripped over a mans feet and fell forward slamming his head into the ground. Pain shot through out his body, he began to scream and shout. "NO NO NO!" He was viving for control of his on body, one of his arms increased in size, while the other began to swell at a much smaller rate. Sploches of green began to appear on his body. The blood trickled down his face. He kept trying to stand up and keep his heart rate down by breathing in slowly, how long could he hold onto his power. He hauled a terrible death call.

While Sylar was minding his own business, with his legs outstretched as he almost dozed. his eyes were getting heavy and he was about to fall asleep, for a little nap. However, it obviously wasn't meant to be. Just before he was able to sleep, someone tripped over his legs, and landed face first on the hard ground. The first thing Sylar thought was oops but, before he could apologise to the man for tripping up, something very strange happened.

Sylar felt a strange, yet familiar jolt of energy. He looked at this man with a new intrigue. he had absorbed this man's power, and now he wanted to know what it was. The man shouted, not in anger, but in fear, which confused Sylar. he didn't know why the man was scared, until his arms grew larger, one faster than the other, and his skin turned green and different places. Sylar was surprised, and happy, for this power, which was now his, was about to be used.

(OCC: POST Your abilities lol, If you really wanna be the hulk mention a color change (Grey is my preference) when you actually do transform. Also you can't really use much strategy with the hulk. If you really want the power go for it xD I like Ems better.)

The man's arms slowly began to become smaller, as his body began to calm down. For the first time, he was able to stop a transformation from happening. This was a milestone in John's control of the beast. The crimson blood trickled down his face, he slowly moved his hand across his face removing what little blood that covered his eyes. He more or less smired it from his face. Something was wrong though....he felt as if he was going to throw up. He could feel a rage of anger fighting in his stomach. He couldn't hold it, but as he when to throw up. His arms bulked up, this time there was no going back. His body once again began to expand as his size. The transformation was complete, much quicker then normal, He began to thrash around, his bulky hand slammed into the man on the bench sending him flying a few feet. After regaining composure, Hulk turned towards the man and was now deeply worried about the man.

The man stopped, his arms shrunk and he returned to a human. Sylar was disappointed but then the man's rage built up once more, stronger than ever. He became some form of green... beast, and one of his big arms came round, knocking Sylar away a few feet. Before the attack made contact, however, Sylar somehow lost his old power, maybe because of his lack of complete anger. The power he had absorbed from the woman, the maybe not super strength, was back. Using it, Sylar punched the arm that was coming to him, using all the force of his power in the blow. Since his power with this power wasn't the strongest, he was still pushed back, but he was not lifted off his feet. Seven feet back, Sylar got in a fighting stance and awaited the monster's approach.

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Built In Muscles is the ability I absorbed from Emelie

The hulk, looked at the man, He was a bit supprized that he made it through the swing without being torn apart. "Hulk glad you okay" he said. He stepped around a bit uncomfortable as the man took a stance to fight. Hulk didn't wanna fight, fighting wasn't fun, "Hulk no mean to hurt you. Hulk sorry! Hulk very sorry! Hulk would kill puny human, Hulk no need to kill him" he said in response to the mans stance. The best simple arm movement cause him to fly backwards who wonder what would happen if hit head on, his life wouldn't be going on to long. He stood there awkwardly the large beast in the park had scared away many members of the park, the destoryed bench would most likely land him into paying for it. The people had already called the police they were in closing on him. Hulk now could see them exiting there cars. Why the police always fired at the hulk unknow to him, the hulk roared in rage at them. Screaming loudly to get them off his case. Bullets pounced off his skin as if they were child toys.



—Name: Insane Damage!
—Rank: C
—Power: Gama Dosage: Durability
—Description: Withstand moderate bludgeoning and melee + small arms fire. The bullets pounce off his skin as it is as tough as nails and strong as steel.

The man spoke, saying "Hulk", whatever that meant, was sorry. Sylar assumed he was the Hulk, the name of that monster before him. The Hulk didn't want to hurt Sylar, or anyone else, and said this, in his own strange way. he roared at the police, who were beginning to approach. Sylar knew when to leave, and now was the time. If this beast got angry, then he would be most likely defeated. If not, then the police would get him. Neither of them sounded good so Sylar turned around and held up his right hand, a signal of good bye. Then he began running away, through the back of the park, with the least security, to the train station. Now that the police knew him in California, it was time to properly go to New York, the that strange woman, at 2354 Marke Street, wherever that was.

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Hulk roared at the police some more, he refused to give up at all. The finally gave the signal and bullets began to pounce onto his skin, they did nothing but gave the Hulk an irritating iche, he roared and leaped forward, causing a large shake in the ground under him. His feet landed on a nearby police car crushing, the men kept firing there petty guns at the hulk they did nothing but irrate him, he'd use his strongest leap from the car cracking the cars base in half as he leaped forward. He began to rush forward kicking on the dust, leaping from building top to building top, the hulk would press on towards the sunset.

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