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taxonomites2012-02-05 01:04 pm
hydeous) wrote in taxonomites2012-02-05 01:04 pm
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01 | holo | taxon!sanctuary
[it isn't London. That much is abundantly clear. Adam Worth stops short and instinctively half-turns to look over his shoulder for a nonexistent something - or perhaps someones - but wastes little time slipping down the stairs, stealing alert glances along the way. Even if the extra-dimensional rift leading through time and space back to his subterranean lab had been there when he looked it wouldn't have been an option, the least of which because the immense power necessary to generate and sustain said portal is a fickle beast, the harness fashioned temporary at best. Yet temporary was all he required. Let it rampage, turn what's left of Praxis to dust. There's no turning back. As if he - they - want to.
Upon reaching the floor he follows the line of the platform away from what may be a door. There he watchfully frees a hand by depositing one of two rugged-looking cases in the meager cover. No, definitely not London, or at least not of the time period he was aiming for. But why? Thumbnail touches teeth. A miscalculation? No. The equations were faultless, beyond sound, which left only one alternative. Digits clench. Interference. Though by what, or - he draws a Praxian energy pistol - whom.
The only place to look for answers appears to be a nearby pedestal. Weapon ready, he approaches, placing the second case - carrying a far more precious cargo than the first - gently at its base, freeing that hand to sweep the cornice for security measures before he touches what tops it. The tablet's bi-dimensional interface is beyond accessible, almost boring, and he knows the name of his location soon enough.
The Sanctuary. They should have known]
Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury, like a WOMAN scorned. [he recites grandly for anyone - or really just one particular someone - to hear, before slipping back into merely projecting his British-accented speech] Of all people I should've allowed for the possibility that a dysfunctional couple could be greater than the sum of its parts. [shrug] Live and learn.
[he's in motion now, casual but alert, taking in his surroundings] Love what you've done with the place. [hazel eyes pick up the bracelet but readily drop it, disinterested] A kinder, gentler, panopticon... very nice. I called you a bore, yes? I take it back. Never a dull moment where Helen Magnus is concerned. You certainly know how to show a miscreant a good time. If you don't believe me ask Johnny, I'm sure he'll agree.
[with the silence movement slows, morphing into something akin to pacing, stalking] Now, Helen. [he announces impatiently] Don't play hard to get, because we both know you aren't. We know you're here. A Sanctuary without a Magnus... it's like a cart without the horse, a parent without a child...
Upon reaching the floor he follows the line of the platform away from what may be a door. There he watchfully frees a hand by depositing one of two rugged-looking cases in the meager cover. No, definitely not London, or at least not of the time period he was aiming for. But why? Thumbnail touches teeth. A miscalculation? No. The equations were faultless, beyond sound, which left only one alternative. Digits clench. Interference. Though by what, or - he draws a Praxian energy pistol - whom.
The only place to look for answers appears to be a nearby pedestal. Weapon ready, he approaches, placing the second case - carrying a far more precious cargo than the first - gently at its base, freeing that hand to sweep the cornice for security measures before he touches what tops it. The tablet's bi-dimensional interface is beyond accessible, almost boring, and he knows the name of his location soon enough.
The Sanctuary. They should have known]
Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury, like a WOMAN scorned. [he recites grandly for anyone - or really just one particular someone - to hear, before slipping back into merely projecting his British-accented speech] Of all people I should've allowed for the possibility that a dysfunctional couple could be greater than the sum of its parts. [shrug] Live and learn.
[he's in motion now, casual but alert, taking in his surroundings] Love what you've done with the place. [hazel eyes pick up the bracelet but readily drop it, disinterested] A kinder, gentler, panopticon... very nice. I called you a bore, yes? I take it back. Never a dull moment where Helen Magnus is concerned. You certainly know how to show a miscreant a good time. If you don't believe me ask Johnny, I'm sure he'll agree.
[with the silence movement slows, morphing into something akin to pacing, stalking] Now, Helen. [he announces impatiently] Don't play hard to get, because we both know you aren't. We know you're here. A Sanctuary without a Magnus... it's like a cart without the horse, a parent without a child...
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