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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 8, 2011 13:33:25 GMT 9.5
Nikola was hardly surprised by the ease with which he slipped into Helen’s precious Sanctuary. She was good, but he was better. It did not hurt that Helen, along with the rest of her staff, were being kept excessively busy, what with the sudden influx of refugees from Hollow Earth and the resulting chaos. He was never entirely out of the loop; he just preferred not to get involved where he was not needed. Or where he did not stand to benefit from his assistance, anyway. Still basking in his glorious resurrection, though, he was feeling generous. It seemed to him they were in need of a genius, and he was willing to provide the service
He casually made his way into the wine cellar, selecting a rare vintage he was positive Helen would shoot him for drinking. If he were honest, he sometimes pilfered from her wine cellar simply to annoy her. He did miss her fire. Grinning, he made his way back up to the main floor.
A short time later, he found himself tucked into the library, glass of wine in one hand, frowning at the open book in front of him. Honestly, what some people passed off as literature. Closing the book with a noise of disgust, he tapped his finger absently against his wine glass, settling in to wait. [/size] |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 8, 2011 22:16:28 GMT 9.5
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Helen was down in the labs adorned in her orange hazmat gear, whilst monitoring a Transylvanian Roschett Reptile, who had procured a mind-altering viral infection from another Abnormal. Slowly and steadily, she injected the creature with an acidic residue, which was aimed to cancel out the negative effects of the virus. This was her first attempt, however it was one of many solutions she had on had in order to combat its effects. But, she had been stuck in the lab for nearly nine straight hours, in order to cure the creature. But there had been no such luck yet. The creature nearly died only hours ago, from a slight dosage increase. But now the creature seemed to stabilise, and so she left the creature in its coma-induced state in order for the drugs to take effect.
She exited the sealed off lab, took off her hazmat suit, and blew off a strange of wayward brunette hair from her face. She needed to freshen up. After she disinfected her tools, she headed upstairs to see how well Will was coping with the rest of the filing. His all-time favourite job. Biggie and Kate were in the main lab, feeding the Abnormals, whilst Henry was aiding another computer scientist over at the Mumbai Sanctuary via conference call.
As Helen made her way past the Library on the way to her Quarters, she noiced a faint candlelight illuminating the book-filled room. And a figure settled down with an entire bottle of wine. One of her finest bottles of wine. Raising a quizzical eyebrow, she entered the Library and immediately saw non other than Nikola Tesla helping himself to her vintage wine, now spoiled by the Sanguine Vampiris.
”Honestly Nikola, at your rate, I’m going to have to order a new supply,” She frowned at the bottle of wine in his hand, ”And I received that bottle in my first year at Oxford.”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 8, 2011 23:46:29 GMT 9.5
The boredom was beginning to wear Nikola’s patience thin, and he stood, pacing a slow circle before dropping back into his chair, huffing an impatient sigh. If they had yet to detect his presence, Helen’s security must be more lax than he had initially thought.
His impatience was all but forgotten as he noticed the familiar figure approaching. The room was dimly lit, but he would recognize her anywhere. He vaguely acknowledged her words, grinning broadly as his eyes unashamedly roamed her body. Not bad for a woman of 160. He grudgingly admired her ability to handle stress with so few ill effects.
“Helen. It’s about time. I’ve been waiting hours,” he held up the bottle of wine, “and I think this is a small price to pay for my help. Don’t you agree?”
Nikola absently extended his claws, tapping his thumb and finger together with a faint clacking sound, and his attention was temporarily distracted. The action was familiar, comfortable, yet still new again. He redirected his focus as his hands returned to normal, once more. “You know, Helen, you really should be taking more precautions, current events being what they are. You’re security measures leave something to be desired. Not that I’m complaining.”
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 9, 2011 23:17:27 GMT 9.5
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her full lips. Nikola had a rather dry sense of humour, but she was incredibly thankful for it given recent events. She was her closest friend, and by far, the oldest. Not to mention Nikola himself didn’t look a day over thirty, however adding one hundred and fifty years to his cheeky demeanour really made him all the more interesting. He was a rather snarky curiosity, that always had Helen predicting his every move. Typical Nikola.
”Hmmm…Perhaps. Though unlike some, I do have work to attend to, “ She tilted her head playfully to one side, as she leaned on the table opposite to him, with her arms nearly folded in front of her. She had grown up in the old Victorian times as a typical lady, whose etiquette was something to be sought for. Her mother had insisted she adopt proper manners, however it was her father who was too busy in his work to have any kind of influence.
”From what I remember, it was out of respect to knock before entering one’s property, dear Nikola, “ Helen grinned, before waiting for him to take another sip of the wine….her wine. She ignored his compliment, given that he was always saying such things. Overtime, Helen saw it purely out of habit. ”So besides drinking every drop from my wine cellar, was there a reason you came back to the Sanctuary? ”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 10, 2011 9:22:43 GMT 9.5
He brought his hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Really, Helen, this is how you treat an old friend? One, I might add, who is offering you his services. I would think you would be happy for the assistance.” He studied her a moment longer before standing, taking the bottle of wine with him as he rounded the table, moving until he was within arm’s reach of her.
“Even you deserve a moment to yourself, now and then, Helen,” his lips spread into a slow grin, “and if you’re in need of company.” He let the thought trail off as he abruptly turned on his heels, retracing his path around the table. He did not sit, but he returned the wine bottle to its former position.
Of course there was a reason. He always had a reason. He suspected she already knew as much. That knowledge did not prevent him from avoiding the question. “Last I checked, it wasn’t unreasonable to pay a friend a visit. Besides, you need me.” He found her gaze, challenging. The destruction of Praxis, the flood of refugees, Worth’s return—It was more than even the great Helen Magnus was accustomed to handling. Of that, he was convinced. |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 10, 2011 21:00:18 GMT 9.5
Helen cracked a grin, which seemed so rare these days. ”You know I’m always delighted to have you around Nikola, no matter how many times your ego takes hold.” She pouted her full lips, quite happily loving the fact that she teases him. She always knew he fancied her, yet Helen was always one step ahead of the Croatian man. She relished in their flirtacious games, yet she knew it would ever develop further than that.
”You know me better than that. My work is far too important to let it stray with me simply 'having time for myself', “ She flicked a piece of wayward hair from her face, which made her azure eyes stand out even more. They seem to constantly glisten with mystery. Discovery. Empathy. They say the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul, yet hers seem to tell a thousand stories even without her simply whispering a word. Decades of isolation tends to do that to a person.
Helen always found it amusing how Nikola could drink so much, but given his Vampiric genes, the alcohol did now affect him one bit. Though, she only wished he bought his own because every-time he’d come to visit her, she’d need to restock. ”Your help is always appreciated.” Helen looked tired. She didn’t always show it, but it was those eyes – They could always unlock many secrets to the great Helen Magnus. Deep down, she was terrified. But as a well-respected and powerful woman, she would never let that show. Of course, save for a select few who would notice such things. But there was too much going on their lives at the moment, and innocent lives were in danger. For that, it was even difficult to take a break.
She took in a deep breath, and exhaled ever so slowly, "Adam Worth is our main priority. We find him and stop his plans, then we we can deal with the invasion. Frankly, there is nothing else we can do about it at the present time. It's time we played by our own rules."
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 11, 2011 23:57:49 GMT 9.5
“I always knew you loved me.” He smirked, drumming his fingers against the table as his other hand found his hip, brushing his suit jacket aside with a flourish. He really could not help himself. It was simply in his nature to turn everything into a production. “Ah, but Helen, it would be ego if I wasn’t the best. Which I am.”
Her eyes never failed to amaze him. He loved her eyes. A person could get lost in those eyes, if he wasn’t careful. With an exaggerated breath, Nikola dragged his attention away from those captivating pools of blue, his eyes wandering slightly lower, smile growing wider. She was gorgeous, even if she was exhausted, and he had known her long enough to realize how exhausted she must be, if she was no longer trying to hide it from him, not that it would have made much difference, if she had been.
His tone softened as his gaze drifted down, watching his fingers skim over the tabletop. “Even you have your limits, Helen. The others might not have noticed, but you can’t hide from me. I would think you’d learned that, by now.” He sought her eyes again, fingers stilling. “Your way it is. What do you need?” |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 16, 2011 21:04:08 GMT 9.5
Helen grinned, almost cheekily.
”Your persistence never fails to amuse me.” Her pearly whites flashed, and her eyes tinkering with curiosity. She loved Nikola. Not entirely in the romantic kind of way, but moreso because she adored every aspect of his personality. Nikola was always the type of man to try and see the humor in everything, no matter what the situation. His eye for detail and snarky remarks makes him special, and for a Vampiris, that says a lot. Although somewhat selfish, he was intelligent beyond measure and she always enjoyed his company. He was one of the few people who could cheer her up in an instant, but not only that – He was one of her oldest, and most dear friends. No matter how many problems the man tends to create.
”I’m fine, Nikola. Really, “Her grin faded slightly, and although she hated to admit it, she knew Nikola all too well. He could sense her frustrations. She could hide her emotions from most people, and she was damn good at it, too. But there were a select few who would be able to unmask those emotions, and Nikola was one of them. Granted, John and even Will could, too. But otherwise, Nikola was one person she simply could not fool.
Helen’s eyes shifted away briefly, and exhaled the a breath she did not realise she was holding. But she was eager to change the subject, ”Unfortunatly, I don’t have any real plan. But my main focus is that bastard, Adam Worth. We find him, and we can prevent his plans coming into effect. Look what he did to Praxis. Imagine what damage he could do on the Earth’s surface, on a much larger scale. He must be stopped, at all costs. The invasion, unfortunately, is the least of our concern.”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 17, 2011 2:11:40 GMT 9.5
“I’m nothing, if not stubborn.” He returned her grin. “But I do get results. Unlike some I could mention.”
Helen was his oldest friend, and one of the very few he had left. If he had not alienated them in some way or another, deservingly so, as far as he was concerned, they had long since passed on, leaving him behind. While not unusual for someone who had lived more than a century and a half, it still affected him more than he would ever admit; but he was a loner, had always been resilient. He did not need others in the same way he will always believe she does. Nikola doubted the wisdom of growing attached to yet more friends who would inevitably be lost, but that was one opinion he did not feel the need to share with her.
He studied her as he slowly closed the distance between them again, leaning into her personal space, voice quiet. “You’re lying.” He took a step back, staying close. They all had their secrets and walls; but as she had said, he was persistent, and he had made it his goal to break through hers.
“We’ll find him, Helen.” If Nikola had his way, Adam would not be escaping punishment a third time. |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 18, 2011 16:36:49 GMT 9.5
Helen’s full lips merged together, expressing a sense of grim realisation. Her cheeks, somewhat pale and rosey, while her eyes told more stories than the words that she spoke. She chose not to reply to his comment, as there was no lying to Nikola. He was one of the very few who could see right through her. Much to her disappointment.
She sucked in a deep breath, and stood up with her back straight, and her long slender fingers entwined, and placed in front of her form, neatly folded. She felt his gaze, as he studied her very form. She was indeed, and imperfect being, subjected to flaws just like everyone else. Source Blood or not, she was still only human. Those who respect her as a leader and mentor, surely knew how dedicated and compulsive she was to her work. Yet those who know her a friend, simply knew that was a complicated woman. She was always hiding her emotions, usually for the better. She absolutely hated combining her personal emotions with her work. She constantly tried to avoid such conflict at all costs.
That being said, Nikola always knew.
”I’m fine, Nikola. Focus your energy on trying to find his location, rather than insisting to scrutinize me. I am the least of your worries.” She was, at this point, somewhat frustrated with him. He never seemed to let a situation like this slip away. There was too much racing in her mind, rather than spend her precious time telling Nikola to ‘put a sock in it’. She didn’t want to insult her dearest friend, but she was tired. Of everything.
”And it just so happens, that Jonathon has returned.”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 19, 2011 20:29:26 GMT 9.5
Nikola recognized the subtle change the moment her amusement began to shift into irritation. The slight change in her posture, the faint difference in her breathing; he read her body language easily. He chose to ignore better judgment, and press his own objective further, despite it. It was a gift. “Worth will wait.”
As he watched her, something inside him twisted, and he was suddenly less interested in his own agenda. Even knowing her heart would never belong to him, some part of him had always been hopelessly devoted to the woman before him, always would be, and his concern temporarily dulled even his usual arrogance. “Adam isn’t my concern. You, on the other hand. You underestimate my concern.” He started to reach for her, changing his mind just before his fingers brushed her arm. “I think your staff is capable of holding off global destruction for one night. You’re exhausted.”
He was beginning to get the feeling she was trying to distract him. It only served to convince him his concern for her was well-founded. He met her eyes, making a faint sound in the back of his throat that might have been disinterest. “And what has Johnny been up to in his absence? Nothing good, I assume.” |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 20, 2011 21:54:26 GMT 9.5
If it was one thing Helen found extremely annoying, was being put under the scope. She hated being scruitinized, especially from her friends and colleagues. Some found her to be such a curiosity. Always being so used to hiding her emotions, or being so consumed in her work, that no one dared to question her. But occasionally, there were times when something would let slip. The flicker of her gaze. The thinning of her lips. The hollowness in her cheeks. The subtle quiver in her voice.
Who would have thought the great Helen Magnus could display such things? After all…She was human most of the Earth’s population.
Helen’s breath went immediately shallow, and her voice quiet, ”You need not worry about me.” Helen studied the man before her. Always calculating. Brain is always ticking. Mind racing in ways even she could not comprehend. This was Nikola Tesla, and he worked in his own little ways. Part of Helen admired him for that. However, she only wished even her dearest friend could not pry into her feelings.
”John had a proposition. Of course, he was more than willing to help. Honestly, I don’t know what to do with him anymore.” Helen leaned forward, and moved to the single cushioned chair across from Nikola. Sitting gently now, she leaned back in the chair, and placed her arms comfortably on the arm-rests. ”We will figure something out. Adam won’t be able to run forever.”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Sept 23, 2011 13:58:34 GMT 9.5
“I disagree. Someone needs to look out for your well-being, Helen,” he observed absently, “and I think you’ve more than proven it isn’t going to be you.”
He would always worry about her, whether she understood his concern or not; and as obstinate as he was, no amount of protesting was going to convince him otherwise. With some effort, he managed to drag his single-minded focus away from her health, both emotional and physical, making a mental note to corner her about it again, in the near future. For now, he would stay close.
“Of course, he was. A proposition? What could he have possibly had to offer?” He may have still been bitter, the man did attempt to kill him, after all. Or perhaps the more appropriate term was ‘jealous.’ “You can’t trust him, Helen. He’s helped Adam escape before. What makes you so certain he wouldn’t do the same again? His word?”
Retrieving his wine, her wine, really, Nikola took a sip, allowing the taste to linger on his tongue before he swallowed. “You should have killed him when you had the chance. He would have never survived into this century, and you wouldn’t need Johnny’s help or mine.” |
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Oct 3, 2011 15:03:10 GMT 9.5
[OOC: I apologise for the extremely long wait. It’s been quite a busy and energy-sapping week for me. LOL ]
”Surely Nikola, there are more worldwide problems far more important that my well-being, “ Helen’s eyes glances over curiously to the bottle of wine set down next to Nikola. She picked it up and held it to the dim lamp-light on the table and studied its contents and pursed her lips. A small sigh escaped her lips, as glanced back at Nikola, ”You do realise you have almost drank my entire wine stock? In less than a few months. Vampiris or not, I will have to send you on a wine hunt to purchase more for my cellar. “
With a meek grin, she set the bottle back down, reached over to Nikola, and retrieved the glass of wine he was holding, just as he went to take another sip. Immediately, she put the glass to her lips and took a small sip of the sweet red wine before handing it back to him.
Once the subject of John continued, her grin was wiped from her face and replaced with a feeling of dread. What has John gotten himself into now? ”He offered me a proposition the other day. It seems our John has confided with the Praxian immigrants at the camps, and has joined their ranks. Trying to work from the inside to unmask there plans, or so he presumes. I know, Nikola. My trust has been wearing thin with him for decades.”
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 12, 2011 6:52:50 GMT 9.5
[OOC: Sorry for massive delay. RL has been evil.] “Perhaps.” He tapped his index finger absently against his wine glass before lifting it to his lips again, watching her suspiciously as she picked up the wine bottle, not entirely trusting she was not planning to confiscate it. “But more worldwide problems would be created, if your health were to fail, Helen. It would be a disaster, really. And we can’t have that, can we?” He watched her a moment longer, taking a sip of his wine, thoughtful. “You can’t really be that oblivious to your own importance.”
At her next statement, he grinned broadly. “As long as you’re footing the bill, I’d be happy to. Though, it would be much more enjoyable, if you joined me.” It should not have surprised him when she took his glass out of his hand, but somehow it did. He let her have it, settling for glaring at her until she handed it back, promptly taking another sip.
“But you’re giving him a chance.” He refrained from adding ‘again,’ carefully masking his hurt at that observation. “You don’t honestly think he might have pull with them and that he intends to use it only for the greater good? Please, Helen, that hasn’t been his way for more than a century.” |
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