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никола тесла ([info]genius) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-06-11 01:48:00

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Entry tags:helen magnus, nikola tesla

day 223 | iii » action → closed.
He let himself in. No sense in loitering about the hallways when he could just as easily undo the lock himself. Especially a lock that was nothing more than an actual, simple lock. Quaint, convenient, and something he was adding to his growing list of improvements to be made — but that wasn't why he was here. No, there was other business to attend to.

Someone's been keeping secrets. (Said the pot to the kettle he was calling black.) Secrets that were becoming more and more apparent by the minute. He didn't know what they entailed, exactly, but they were there. Mocking him, lingering just out of reach.

Time to stop beating around that bush. Which is why he was presently seated on one of the sofas in her apartment, waiting for her to return from her wherever it was she'd gone off to this morning.



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[info]genius
2013-07-01 08:29 pm UTC (link)
He moved up to her quickly; quicker than he did around anyone, even here. Nikola always took great care when it came to the way he moved and carried himself, always doing so with a tremendous amount of grace, never putting that inherent ability to move faster than the human eye was capable of comprehending to use unless he absolutely had to. He didn't have to in this instance, but he wanted to. (Because he was angry. Not at her, but at this situation, at Adam Worth, and at himself, because what the hell was he doing at the time? Didn't he make it his business to watch for things like this?)

"Always the martyr, always willing to let yourself suffer in the face of the greater good. It hasn't done you any favors, Helen."

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[info]lifelines
2013-07-03 05:53 am UTC (link)
She narrowed her eyes at him as he sped up to her. It was hardly a flinch -- she'd long ago gotten used to both humanoid species and non-humanoid ones displaying non-human abilities around her -- but she was giving him a wary sort of expression. Wary and calculating. She supposed that was what he was referring to, but preferred not to ask him directly.

"It was never meant to."

She always gave herself over before she would allow someone else to suffer. Her life was long; better to let herself be hurt than someone whose lifespan was much shorter. In doing so, she had closed herself off. Slowly but surely, she had taught herself not to let her emotions get in the way of what had to be done. Now that she was being faced with an entity of her past, she was realizing more and more what she'd done to herself and yet she didn't want to change it. Living was easier this way.

"I don't know what you expect from me, Nikola. You know my 'secret.' What else do you want to hear?"

That question was more to direct or divert the topic of conversation as necessary. It was straying onto far more dangerous grounds than it already was.

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[info]genius
2013-07-05 04:51 pm UTC (link)
Something else had clicked for him, something else that had never made much sense, but he had no other proper explanation for. When he'd brought it in the days following her arrival in New York from the Carpathia after the Titanic went down, she hadn't known what he was talking about. At the time, he attributed it to stress, the trauma of having nearly gone down with the ship -- or assumed that there was something more to that multi-headed cave shark that equaled secrecy and a non-discussion clause she hadn't bothered to inform him of, but it didn't add up.

Unless...

"That was you, wasn't it? Not you, but you. This you, the one that got stuck in the past and had to follow history up into the future. In 1912, I mentioned you having come to me ten years earlier about some stupid little cave shark, and you had no idea what I was referring to. That's why, isn't it. Because that wasn't you who did that, it was you."

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[info]lifelines
2013-07-05 07:03 pm UTC (link)
She glanced at him as he started to piece together everything he'd experienced. It hadn't taken him long and she wasn't surprised. Were they anywhere else, at home in the Sanctuary or somewhere else in their world, she would have kept him guessing. But here it didn't matter and somehow... somehow having someone in the know with her made her feel less alone.

A part of her disliked how much she needed someone on her side, but as Will hadn't yet arrived and she hoped he never would, she knew Nikola would be a good substitute.

"I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later."

Congratulations, Nikola.

"I remember you asked me about it when I was the present version but I hadn't known then what you meant. Going through with it as the person who shouldn't be there was the only option I had to keep the timeline straight. It seems I was successful."

For various values of "successful." It had changed her, as Nikola had recently figured out. And this likely wasn't the only time she had pulled something like that.

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