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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Aug 9, 2013 20:28:23 GMT 9.5
  + + + + + The crisp night breeze rustled through her brunette locks, as the sounds of the Old City night life hummed in the distance. Helen Magnus sat perched on her favourite spot on topmost roof of the magnificent gothic-like Sanctuary. It was a beautiful clear night, and times like these Helen would find solace in siting alone outside, lost in her deepest thoughts. It was always hard to tell what is on her mind. A mind full of history and memories, decades old. A mind who has endured solitude and insanity. A mind plagued with images of accomplishment...and death.
No matter how many years Helen has spent on this earth, even she found comfort in being alone. The Sanctuary was her home, and here, she felt safe. Safe from the harsh judgment in today's society, and safe from those foolish people who enact war, in order to teach peace. The world was not ready for the creatures she protects - Abnormals. Delicate creatures of this planet whom she guards with her very life. She would die to protect them. They deserve to be treated just as equally, and so hence why she dedicates her life to protecting them.
The great Helen Magnus had a master plan. A plan in which only a very select few held the secret dear to their hearts. Hell. No resident of the Sanctuary knew, for that matter. It was quite the burden to bear, and her chest ached to tell them. But no. That time will come, not even forced by her own hand. Her one hundred and fifty years of solitude was no holiday. It was her chance to alter the playing field to her advantage. A way to carry out her life's work in secret, and advance her goals once more. It was a tedious task. One of global scale. But it must be done. And it must be kept secret until that time came.
Helen pursed her lips, as a sudden cool wind passed over the tower. She shivered slightly, and slowly began to zip up her jacket. She took in a deep breath, not knowing what else was lurking in the midst of the city. Or who else, for that matter. |
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Post by FREYA ERSHOVA on Aug 12, 2013 13:51:21 GMT 9.5
A quick trip to the Old City Sanctuary, she was told. However, her "quick" trip turned out to be four days because she couldn't get the calibration right on the containment field for a new abnormal transferring from the New York Sanctuary, whose ability pertained to fire. It still wasn't right, but, Freya needed a break before she started to smash things ah-la Hulk style.
The only place she felt like she could get any sort of peace was on the rooftop of the tallest tower that overlooked Old City. There she felt mighty and wondered if her ancestors felt the same when they stood a top castle towers such as these, guarding those inside. With a slight smile on her scaly face she climbed the winding staircase and zipped up her dark jacket to cover the camisole she wore underneath.
When she opened the heavy door the sudden breeze blew her bangs over her eyes. She let out a heavy breath, forcing them over to the side. Once she could see again Freya realized Doctor Magnus had already beaten her to her spot of solace.
The door had already shut behind her, making a noise that couldn't be ignored. She groaned inwardly, realizing she couldn't make her exit quietly.
"Sorry, Doctor Magnus. I didn't realize you were up here," she finally said.
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Post by ZAC WORTHINGTON on Aug 12, 2013 18:32:08 GMT 9.5
' I'm staggering around after yet another night of drinking shots at the Bar, a bit later, I finally realise where I am, in front of the gates to the Sanctuary. I look up at the massive structure & whistle, I start to walk off when suddenly I get this buzzing feeling in my head, I hold my head in pain but its no use, mixed with the Alcohol, it makes me collapse.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Aug 12, 2013 20:00:51 GMT 9.5
[OOC - I do apologise for the huge post. I didn't intend for it to be this long xD]
These last few months have been extremely hectic. Not only did Abnormal insurgence broke through the Earths surface directly from Hollow Earth, but they have become rowdy and refuse to listen to protocol until a suitable plan of action took place. Therefore Helen had to deal with the onslaught of Praxian residents who have a plan to remain on the surface. At the same time Greg Addison was hell-bent on bringing the Sanctuary network down, causing Helen to take drastic measures. On the other hand, the Elementals were no-where to be found. They were scattered around the globe, but even the bread crumb trails led to no-where. More dead ends. There were also reports that Dana Whitcomb may still be alive - And Helen was sickened at the thought. To add to the chaos, Adam Worth was still prowling around Old City, just when she thought he was murdered by John Druitt - Whom Helen hadn't heard from since.
So much was happening which put Helen and the Sanctuary network under incredible stress. She was so worn out even by prioritising, that even the great Doctor needed time to refuel. Take in the fresh night air, and soak in the light of the moon. It was on rare occasion that she did this, even despite the fact that she thrives on chaos. Her mind worked like a mechanism. So chaotic, and always thinking. Multi-tasking. What she did best.
Helen was lost in her own thoughts when a noise from behind her, left her startled. She turned towards the sounds, and under pale moonlight, recognised the woman right away. Freya Ershova. The weapons and computer specialist from the New York City Sanctuary. An Abnormal whom she was proud to be apart of the team.
Recently, staff from each of the Sanctuaries have been travelling to and from in order to help sort out the current dilemmas. Despite her own Sanctuary having only minimal members, it was great to be able to have other people specialising in various areas, to assist in these chaotic times. She felt relieved. A very small weight off her shoulders. It wasn't much, but it was something.
Helen glanced the woman and gave her a tired smile. It was all she could muster at this point. "Freya. Oh, not at all. Good to see a familiar face," She turned back to glance at the glittering night lights at the New City, right over the river. It was a beautiful sight to behold. It was serene - Just what she needed.
Helen turned to look at Freya once again, "Feel free to join me. It's a rather beautiful night."
Helen's phone started buzzing in her pocket. She had purposely left her phone on silent. Just for the night. Surely she was allowed a few moments of peace. But as duty calls, Helen simply could not refuse. With a raised eyebrow she grimaced at Freya, as she hastily took the call. "I do apologise. Duty calls..." She answered her phone. Henry. Frowning slightly, she answered him back. "Henry - It's a ungodly hour to be calling....Are you sure? Right. I'll be right there." She stood up from her perch on the tower, and looked towards Freya with an uneven expression. Something was off. "Henry detected a reading at the gates. He suggested that someone may have tried to gain access. He also mentioned a sudden spike in the EM field. Care to join me?"
Helen offered the woman a warm smile.
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Post by FREYA ERSHOVA on Aug 13, 2013 10:57:37 GMT 9.5
(OOC: It's okay! And apologies for replying so late. Stupid work.  )
Another breeze passed by and Freya wanted to pull her jacket's hood over her head but then remembered it would look slightly odd with her black horns holding it up. No matter, she was born in Russia so cold was something she should have been use to.
She smiled ever so slightly when Helen greeted her in what Freya took as sincere. It was hard for Freya to be unfeeling with someone like the good Doctor. If it wasn't for her, Freya would have been dead by now, as would her daughter Sarah who never would have even had a chance to take a breath of life.
The buzzing phone shook her from her thoughts and she listened as Helen spoke to Henry, Freya's counterpart at this Sanctuary. When Helen asked if she would like to join, Freya nodded. Drea, the fire abnormal she was working on proper containment for, could wait a little bit longer.
"Sure. You never know when a dragon could come in handy," she said. Her accent still held traces of Russian but many years living in America and the regions surrounding it had dumbed it down. |
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Post by ZAC WORTHINGTON on Aug 23, 2013 18:45:36 GMT 9.5
' I'm leaning against the wall in, my heads really fuzzy & I can't seem to keep my eyes open'
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Aug 31, 2013 16:37:06 GMT 9.5
Helen has received a distress call from Henry regarding a security dilemma at the front gates of the Sanctuary. From Henry's perspective, man had collapsed at the entrance. There was no obvious abnormality, since we appeared fully human. Well, from what could be detected via the security camera.
Helen decided she would investigate, and so her quiet moment upon the Sanctuary's topmost tower was cut incredibly short. She was accompanied by Freya - The only weapon specialist at the New York City Sanctuary, who was sent by Karyn Guinness. She so happened to have the same idea as Helen, and ended up engaging in conversation. Well, a short one. Freya was new, so the least Helen could do in time of crisis was help her feel welcome.
With a nod, Helen turned to the door and made her way down three flights of stairs, and several long corridors hopefully with Freya trailing behind her. It was precious time wasted, but it was best she could do at the time. From the warmth of the Sanctuary, she opened the main front doors only to be hit by a sudden cool gust of wind blowing her brunette locks in all directions. She trailed down the pathway, and finally reached the main gates.
As she neared closer, she noticed the man looked familiar. But since he had toppled over, she couldn't tell straight away. Using her security code, she opened the single door beside the main gates, and raced to his side.
Helen lifted his head slightly, and immediately checked for any sign of injury to his skull. She wasn't there when he fell, so there was no telling if the fall was critical. But since she could not find an immediate breakage, she felt for his pulse. It was beating dangerously fast. She checked his eyes, which appeared dilated. And his breath....Which caused Helen to crinkle her nose.
Hell, the man was drunk. Drunk at her doorstep.
Now she took the time to look at his face. Yes, she has seen this man before. Briefly. He was thrown out the restaurant, when Helen accompanied Will and Abby at Alfresco's several nights ago.
Zac Worthington. Ex-Military. Human....The man was drunk again.
Helen then made the move to swing his arm around her neck in order to prop him up. He was quite solid, and so Helen strained under his weight. She didn't even try to wake him. And it was probably for the best.
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Post by FREYA ERSHOVA on Sept 3, 2013 13:42:10 GMT 9.5
Freya followed Helen down quietly, her tail swaying to and fro as if she were excited. She was, in fact, excited. Excited to be doing something other than the tedious work of calibration.
When they stepped out of the massive front doors and got closer to the front gate Freya quickly tucked her tail away out of habit and made sure the hood of her jacket covered her horns. One never knew when someone would simply walk past the gate and steal a glance. The last thing she needed was for a human to see her horns and tail and cry out devil.
The smell of alcohol emanated past her nostrils after seeing the man passed out at the Sanctuary gates. She made a face and watched Helen examine him. Once Freya got past the putrid smell of alcohol she sniffed the air around him. He was human.
Instinctively a growl rose in her throat. She was always cautious of strangers, especially those of the human variety. And for good reason. However, the way Helen handled him it appeared as if the good doctor had seen him before.
"Friend of yours?" She asked.
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Post by ZAC WORTHINGTON on Sept 4, 2013 21:58:28 GMT 9.5
' I start to stir when I feel somebody try to lift me up but I head still feels to fuzzy to actually open my eyes, I let out a groan & a few coughs'
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 6, 2013 14:59:51 GMT 9.5
Helen cast an unseasoned glance at Freya, and then turned back towards Zac's limp form. "Hardly." That was almost a bitter reply. With one swift motion, Helen gritted her teeth as she hoisted the man's heavy form and slung his arm over her shoulder for support. With all the strength she could muster, she began to half-drag him towards the Sanctuary. There was not much she could do at this point. Besides suffering the after effects of alcohol, he did not have any noticeable injuries.
It didn't take long to get the man to the infirmary, and Helen decided to place him in a vacant bed besides the window overlooking the river. He coughed several times, and yet he did not awaken. She decided to let him sleep off the alcohol in his system, which was the more logical option.
Helen rolled up the mans sleeves to reveal his metallic arm. It was an unusual sight, like something out of a science fiction film. It was a tad dull, but besides most of it's smooth exterior, she could see small electrical cords connecting to his nervous system. But she failed to see more closely, unless she was able to dissect it. Definitely out of her expertise. But it was not something she was willing to delve further into, unless the man woke up.
She looked at Freya with a raised eyebrow, then looked back at Zac'a drunk form. "Several years ago, this man was apart of the military on patrol. His unit was attacked and slaughtered by what appeared to be an Abnormal. Details of this disaster is still unclear. Rumour has it, that it was the reason this man has acquired a metallic extrusion to replace the arm that he lost. I gather we will find out soon enough."
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Post by ZAC WORTHINGTON on Sept 7, 2013 19:30:39 GMT 9.5
Zach begins to twitch & turn, as he is suffering another like nightmare, all he could see we're sort of like flashbacks, when his drinking problem started, when he was told he was being shipped off to Afghanistan, when the crazy looking monster attacked his unit & slaughtered them all. Zach still remembers very clearly what that beast did, cutting people in half, throwing their remains high in the air, blood splattered everywhere !!. Still in his nightmare Zach noticed the monster had set it sights on him, it made its way over to him, it's claw lifted & ready to swipe. The moment the claw made contact with Zach's arm he sat straight up, yelling.
Zach, while breathing heavily, had now finally realised that he was awake, it was just another nightmare. Zach then felt that he didn't have something vital on him, his cloak !!! , Zach frantically stands up trying to find it so he can cover up his Synthetic arm, not wanting people to even get a glimpse of it!. He eventually gives up, knowing that whoever brought him here had moved it somewhere, he sat back down on the bed & leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, the headache from the excessive drinking the night before coming back to bite him. Zach looks up & sighs, it's then that he notices on the bedside table a glass of Water & an aspirin tablet, this person obviously knew that he was drunk when they brought him in, but then again the smell was probably enough.
Zach grabbed the glass, put the pill in his mouth & drunk some water to swallow it down, hoping it won't take to long to start taking effect. Zach glances round the room once again, thinking to himself out loud "Where am I ?"
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Post by ZAC WORTHINGTON on Sept 7, 2013 19:31:10 GMT 9.5
// haha that better  !// |
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Post by FREYA ERSHOVA on Sept 11, 2013 14:27:26 GMT 9.5
Freya quickly assisted Helen in carrying the mystery man to the infirmary. As they walked her tail came down from under jacket and remained stiff and unmoving the rest of the way. She was on alert.
Once the man was put on a bed Freya stepped back and removed her jacket, revealing the dark colored horns protruding from each side of her head. No longer did she give off the appearance of a helpless woman, but now she looked like the thing of nightmares. Not the worst nightmare, but it was close.
She watched as Helen examined the mans arm and listened as she told the tale of maybe why he had the arm that he did. Little shocked Freya so she didn't bat an eyelash. She simply watched him.
"Da...if that is true, no wonder he drinks so much that he smells like a...how do you say? Ah, yes, whorehouse..."
Freya wrinkled her nose then bent over the man and gently tapped his left cheek to expedite consciousness. She was curious about the man but didn't feel like waiting for him to wake up on his own.
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Post by FREYA ERSHOVA on Sept 11, 2013 14:28:36 GMT 9.5
((Oh...well...crap...I thought we were going in order...))
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 14, 2013 22:45:27 GMT 9.5
[OOC - Thank you Zac! Freya - Supposed to be order, but that's alright =)]
Helen has turned to to the side to engage with Freya in a light conversation, when Zac began to stir and finally awake. He appeared groggy and somewhat disorientated - Like he had been out all night drinking. Quite obvious by the smell of the his alcohol-stained breath.
Retrieving the ophthalmoscope from the the side table, she leaned over briefly towards Zac, as she shined a tiny light into his eyes. She observed every detail, in which only took a few minutes. "Eye reactions appear quite sluggish. Well, I'm not surprised considering the alcohol still in your system," She placed the instrument back on the side table, and turned back towards Zac, "Nothing a little rest won't be able to cure. You're at the Sanctuary. What do you remember? Anything?"
Helen cast a curious gaze over at Freya, who could most certainly pick up the smell of alcohol which wafted around the room rather quickly. Helen only wished the man had a real reason for seeing her, other than stumbling drunk at her doorstep.
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