Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Nov 14, 2014 20:56:17 GMT 9.5
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Helen had been awake for almost thirty hours straight.
Her drive for success and dedication, although successful, always left her devoured
of all energy and focus. She was driven to a fault. Constant hours spent at the aid of
those who need her. Not to mention trying desperately to get the current crisis
under control. Adam Worth returning. Mayhem at the Fifth Ward. The fall of
Praxis. The newly-surfaced Elementals taking the hold of innocent lives. There was
just so much going on, that she could barely keep her energy up.
of all energy and focus. She was driven to a fault. Constant hours spent at the aid of
those who need her. Not to mention trying desperately to get the current crisis
under control. Adam Worth returning. Mayhem at the Fifth Ward. The fall of
Praxis. The newly-surfaced Elementals taking the hold of innocent lives. There was
just so much going on, that she could barely keep her energy up.
Will kept telling her to slow down. Take a break, at least. But being the
great Helen Magnus, she was stubborn. She had more important things on
the agenda. Her needs can wait. There were three cups of tea on the desk,
un-drunk and stone cold.
great Helen Magnus, she was stubborn. She had more important things on
the agenda. Her needs can wait. There were three cups of tea on the desk,
un-drunk and stone cold.
Helen had been consumed in research in the great library for a good four hours,
in an attempt to find out more about the Elementals, and what caused them
to resurface and take hold of human hosts. Much like the energy Elemental
who took over John. She sat on one of the desks; books piled high in several
groups, almost concealing her seated form. The grand clock in the corner ticked
just past three thirty in the morning, and only light snores can be heard.
in an attempt to find out more about the Elementals, and what caused them
to resurface and take hold of human hosts. Much like the energy Elemental
who took over John. She sat on one of the desks; books piled high in several
groups, almost concealing her seated form. The grand clock in the corner ticked
just past three thirty in the morning, and only light snores can be heard.
Helen had dozed off. Her head resting peacefully on top of one of the volumes
which once belonged to her father, Gregory Magnus. ‘The Immortal Void – Legends
of the Unknown,’ Written by Harold Richards, who was once her father’s
acquaintance long before Helen was born. She had been staring at these old
books for hours, until sleep finally took over.
which once belonged to her father, Gregory Magnus. ‘The Immortal Void – Legends
of the Unknown,’ Written by Harold Richards, who was once her father’s
acquaintance long before Helen was born. She had been staring at these old
books for hours, until sleep finally took over.
Hell, she needed it.
The soft flames on the candles surrounding her on her work-space, danced
soothingly and created a soft glow, which illuminated the ancient texts. Well
aged, before her time. Ironically enough. The Sanctuary was silent.
All except for one.
[PS - My Helen is a little rusty. Bear with me ^__^]
soothingly and created a soft glow, which illuminated the ancient texts. Well
aged, before her time. Ironically enough. The Sanctuary was silent.
All except for one.
[PS - My Helen is a little rusty. Bear with me ^__^]
