#helenmxgnus

[dxvakiin]

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The Shout had boiled up from her lungs-- Yol burning from her throat and out her mouth. It wasn’t seconds before her opponent was a screaming mass of fire-- and another second before another shout-- Fus pushed him back away from her far enough that she wouldn’t catch fire herself.

Hjordis limped up into a more upright position and wiped a small trickle of blood from her nose. When she turned to go, however-- she was faced with  another person. Her fists curled and she could feel another defensive Fus beginning to curl in her diaphragm.  “I’d walk away, if I were you.”

[ihaveadifferentfinalrequest]

Parenting with Nikola is not like entering the Hunger Games.

I repeat, parenting with Nikola is not like entering the Hunger Games.

You will not become a victor if the child reaches the age of 18 and the only Cornucopia you'll run into is a corny-copia of Dad jokes.

[ihaveadifferentfinalrequest]

Resting atop Nikola's notes in his lab is a simple red piece of paper with a single word written in elegant handwriting: 'Dinner?'

A grin sneaked onto Nikola’s face as he picked up the piece of paper. Something made him look around to see if she was still there, before he slipped it into his pocket then headed off to find Helen. He arrived outside her office soon enough - if she wasn’t there, she’d be in her bedroom - and opened the door. “Helen?”

[ihaveadifferentfinalrequest]

"It suits you." She says, watching Nikola quietly. "Never thought I'd see it, but --- you and a baby. It suits you."

"I never thought I’d see it either. When they’re not busy wailing, they fascinate me. So tiny and fragile and innocent," he mumbled, grinning as the little one’s fingers closed around his forefinger. 

[theinvisiblemxn]

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Nigel was covered in blood. His face was deathly white. His body was shaking so much that he couldn't even walk properly. He managed to get all the way to Helen's home without getting caught which was a small miracle. Considering the fact that the whole of London was watching out for 'Jack the Ripper'. He knocked on the door and some servant opened the door. "Tell Doctor Magnus I need to see her...at once please." His voice was pale and his hands shook as he stuffed them into his pocket. He hoped to god that no one came looking for him. After all he was a regular of the poor girl who had been murdered. He took a deep breath and then tried to scrub the image from his mind. He couldn't though. He ended up emptying his stomach into the nearby refuse bin. The servant came to the door and peered at Nigel with concern written on her young face. "She's in the study sir. Shall I draw you a bath?" She asked him. Nigel made no comment and then made the way up the stairs. He made sure he had cleaned his shoes. It was an automatic habit of his. He'd been the same as a child.

When he went into the study and saw Helen's sweet face he began to loose all self control. "Oh....Helen....it was awful....I....I..." Nigel said. He couldn't get the words out. He ended up collapsing onto a nearby chair. Thankfully the servant had put some sheets over the fancy stuff. "Fuck..." Nigel cursed under his breath. He couldn't force himself to speak coherently. He had to let Helen know what had been done. By John none the less. If John had any sense he would stay away from Helen for a while. No doubt due to the fact that Nigel had caught him he would stay away from the Five for a while. Mostly because John was covered in blood and Nigel hadn't bothered to clean up first. "Helen...she's dead...absolutely torn to bits.....I can't...that bastard..." Nigel stuttered. He really couldn't get out of his frame of mind. "Brandy, for god sake give me some bloody brandy." Nigel at last managed to get out properly.

He hoped the brandy will calm his shattered nerves. He was also very upset about the murder. Mary had been a nice girl. She had always been kind and Nigel had liked her a lot. She had been very intelligent and had always been interested in his work. He took a deep breath and hoped that some talk from Helen would make him feel much better. At the very least be able to speak about the event he had seen and what had come of someone he had held affection for.

[notadruitt]

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Don't ask, he whispers to himself, how you managed to find your way in here. You're just brilliant-- like the document says. That's all you are until you find her. Just brilliance in sneakers and jean jacket.  Nobody's noticed him. They must assume he belongs here. But he winds his way down, asking this abnormal and that one til he figures out where her office is. Papers clutched in his trembling hands-- he finds it. He doesn't turn the doorknob. He's too scared to and somehow that doesn't feel correct. So he knocks, softly at first-- and then more loudly. 

[withxgloriouspurpose]

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He'd heard of the place through whispers. Loki wasn't exactly fond of Midgard, nor was he intent on letting any human help him. But as months wore on, the more desperate he became. Without his mouth, he couldn't cast spells. He'd lost the ability to speak and the stitches hurt, more than his wounded pride would allow him to admit.  --And so he was here, on the edges of this massive building, hands tucked neatly behind his back as he attempted to discern a way in. Thankfully, however-- it seemed a way in might come to him.  Duplication was a spell that took nothing but willpower, and an apparation had no need of stitches or impairments. Loki Proper stood in the shadows of the street. The second walked forward to the woman just now quietly leaving the gates.                     "--Dr. Helen Magnus, I presume?"

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The R. Tam Sessions // helenmxgnus

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It was one of the Academy’s best-kept secrets: the R. Tam Sessions. Half the orderlies had no idea what they were or what they meant- they only knew that they were important. They were kept under the best crypting, in the most securely encoded, DNA-password-protected files in the entire system. So, of course, nobody expected that an underground organization working within their very walls would have been able to ferret copies out under their very noses.

Night had fallen at the Academy. Not that River would have been able to know, if her circadian rhythm didn’t tell her. Counselor was dead. She’d killed him. They knew that. It was obvious, she thought, to anyone who had a brain within their skulls. Some of them didn’t. Some of them had ice, or liquid, or darkness.

The orderlies wore masks.

She couldn’t see inside their brains. They wore masks so she couldn’t- so more information wouldn’t be leaked into River’s overwrought mind.

{but they still wanted to cut. One of them was dead and they still wanted to cut. He was a casualty of science - like those who had died on the table. A product of experimentation- a minor loss.}

She knew they were coming hours before they ever set foot in the halls. River fought, up until the sedative was injected into her system. Then everything was hazy- moving shadows, bright lights, her body being dragged along like a boat lazily pushed through the sea. A storm was brewing. Something was different, she couldn’t work out what.

—"she’s agitated."

— “When isn’t she?”

{briefest of laughs, - like cracked wood, River thinks. No- like cracked metal. Metal being cracked. What?}

— “Good point.”

She felt her body being lowered into the chair- as soon as the metal hit her back her screams echoed off the walls, twisting, writhing, struggling. It took four to hold her down- a fifth lock her head in place as the needle was jammed into her head.

Then everything went dark.

The next thing she was aware of was that she was sleeping. Sleeping, but not. Everything was misty black-and-white behind her eyelids -

—another scream, things in her brain, biting, prodding, poking—

—little metal creatures, their beeping letting the orderlies know that River was alive, that her brain was working — letting them know how- but not why-

{footsteps far away, she thinks, footsteps coming- they’re not any footsteps she knows. Just dark shadows.}

River shook as they administered another drug- she was getting more and more restless, screams more frequent, her throat was raw from all the noise.

Her eyes jerked open and four or five of the doctors gasped and jump back in shock. —She wasn’t supposed to do that. Not ever.

River’s gaze shot around the room, eyes shifting- never really seeing.

{Someone’s c o m i n g. But they don’t need to know that.}

Her eyes slid closed once more.