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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 12, 2012 13:36:54 GMT -5
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The moment she heard the footsteps her eyes flew open and landed on him just in time to watch him come up beside the bed and use one hand to gently push her down again. She instantly moved to swat his fingers away, though the lessened support leaded to her being eased back against the bed anyways. Her eyes remained focused on him, though, and the distrust there was unmistakable- she still didn't have a very high regard for him, after all, and waking up in what she could only guess was his bedroom didn't help with that in the slightest, especially when her last memories were of-
Shit.
She'd hoped it had just been some crazy dream, or that she'd been seeing things- but no, she remembered it all. Or at least, all of it up until he'd shifted. Everything after that was a blur, though she had a feeling that might just be a good thing in this case. His three words from earlier, though- five, if you counted her name- still hung around in her memory. He was a vampire- god, he was a vampire. It was impossible- vampires didn't exist, and they sure as hell didn't look like that. But at the same time, she was finding it more and more difficult not to believe him, especially after what she'd seen just moments before passing out- and unfortunately, that image still burned fresh in her mind.
Where am I? What- what am I doing here?
One hand reached to massage her temples for a moment, though most of the headache was centered around the back of her skull. She could only assume he was right, that she'd hit her head when she fell- and that was another unpleasant thought. She'd fainted. She never fainted. It was more a matter of pride and self preservation than anything- he could've killed her, done whatever he wanted to her. She was lucky he had chosen just to bring her back here- wherever here was. Steeling herself against the pain, she shifted to sit up again, ignoring the ache in her ribs as she did just that, though she did end up sinking back against the headboard once she was up, just in time for a few more words to slip out.
...who are you?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 12, 2012 15:16:07 GMT -5
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She didn't trust him - didn't want him touching her, probably didn't even want him near her. He didn't care right now, though, settling on the edge of the bed and pouring her a warm mug of tea. He didn't know if she'd drink it - but it would help warm her hands, at least. It was quite cold out, and the fact she was still rather thoroughly wet wouldn't help, though at least the fire and the lack wind would help.
You- you fainted, hit your head. I just figured somewhere warm and dry would be better, and I, uh... I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you back to the Sanctuary. It's an old building, gets a bit drafty sometimes - this was the, uh, closest room with both a bed and a fireplace...
He murmured, holding the mug of tea out for her, but otherwise keeping a vague distance. Nothing to big, mostly because he wouldn't be able to reach her, but big enough that it would hopefully set her a little bit more at ease. He noticed her rubbing her temples though - a headache. Not that he blamed her. She'd hit her head pretty hard - and thus, he reached to the side table and snatched off a bottle of tylenol as well.
I, uh, tried to catch you, but I wasn't quite quick enough... But here. This should help. New bottle from the infirmary downstairs, promise. Just a headache though? No- no nausea, dizziness, anything? You hit your head pretty hard...
He ran through typical after-effects of a concussion without too much of a second thought, though he was more worried with her overall. Her ribs still hurt, he could tell that much. He'd have Declan find that arnica cream the Sanctuary kept around. That would help. For now, though, he was more worried with her head. So, with her next question, he gave her a small, hopefully reassuring smile.
I told you. Nikola Tesla.
He paused, though slipped off the bed side to move closer to her head. He moved his hands slowly to brush aside a bit of hair near the back of her head, making sure to not seem to be a threat as best he could, even as he peered to the back of her head. He thought he'd smelled blood. It wasn't bad - mostly a bit more of a rub, from the cement flooring - but it'd have to be cleaned up. He stepped back again, though, to give her her space. Cleaning it could wait.
...How much do you remember?
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 12, 2012 15:38:52 GMT -5
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She hesitated before accepting the mug, though it was more her trying to come to terms with everything that had happened than anything. He'd had her unconscious in his bed for what she could only assume was a good hour or two, and that was without taking into account the strength he must have, seeing as he'd managed to jump the ten-foot distance from the ground to the rafters back in the warehouse. He didn't need to drug her to get what he wanted- therefore, as far as she could tell, there was no harm in accepting the tea. She was too stunned to be thoroughly cautious anyways, and she only paused for a moment before taking a small sip.
She was, admittedly, surprised that he had so much as tried to catch her- he'd proven to be quite the self-absorbed asshole since they'd met earlier that day. Or, the day before- she wasn't quite sure what time it was now, or how long she'd been unconscious for that matter. She shook her head no at his questions, though, knowing what he was looking for and quite confident it wasn't that. She'd had plenty of concussions in her day, and this definitely wasn't one- this was more a surface wound than anything, though her head did ache. She waved away the tylenol, though, taking another small sip of tea before speaking up again.
I'm fine- really. Just- just sore.
She murmured, cradling the mug in both hands as she tried to make sense of what was going on- of who he was, though his response to that question didn't help all that much. The smile didn't do much to reassure her either, despite his intentions, though she was soon more focused on the fact that he was examining her head and brushing the hair aside. She winced as one of his hands rubbed against what she could only assume was the injury- it stung more than anything, though it couldn't be that deep. She fell back to leaning against the headboard as he stepped back, though, taking a moment to think before answering his question, though she was still far from entirely relaxed, and with good reason.
I found you on the rafters, and- you came down, and you- you changed, into- into some kind of monster. And that's where it all goes black.
She didn't know what else to describe it as besides a 'monster', either- 'vampire' hardly seemed the right word, and whatever it was he'd changed into, it definitely wasn't human. She took another small sip of tea, too stunned to so much as care about the typical preference she had for coffee, before sending another glance around the room. It was quite old-fashioned- could even be described as antique, really. He'd mentioned that she was in some sort of Sanctuary, so she could hardly tell if she was actually in his bedroom or not, though whatever room it was, it definitely didn't look like the kind of place a vampire would dwell, either- though her next question had nothing to do with the room she was in.
...how long was I out?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 12, 2012 16:42:47 GMT -5
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He put the tylenol aside on the stand again when she waved it off, though he was thankful for her drinking the tea. Chamomile would help calm her nerves a little bit, and he had no doubt her nerves were fried. She didn't flinch away, though, when he checked her head - something he was thankful for. It would have hurt more than he cared to admit if she had. He could, of course, forgive the wince - it was nothing personal, and he knew it. It just hurt.
...Good. No, uh... no amnesia then...
He murmured softly, his words solely out loud to reassure her that there had been nothing past that, save her fainting, which she couldn't be expected to remember. That, and to affirm that it hadn't been imagined or filled it - that it had all actually happened. He had narrowly avoided flinching at her mention of him being a monster though - he may know it to be true, but he hardly wanted a reminder of that.
As a distraction, he moved back over towards the bathroom, grabbing his wet clothing, wringing out the excess water into the sink before moving to hang them over the back of a chair, grabbing the pile of clean, dry clothes Declan had gotten from Kate's room for Em to borrow. He placed them on the foot of the bed, though he didn't say anything right away. She was asking another question, after all, and he had a feeling she'd appreciate answers more than dry clothes right now.
A little over an hour.
He settled back on the bed edge again, though, down near the foot of it and next to the pile of dry clothes. He folded his hands in his lap, leaning back against the tall bed post of the canopy with a soft sigh. He was trying not to say anything - but he'd never been good at self-control when the actions or words wouldn't actually hurt anyone. And so, a few seconds later, a couple hesitant words slipped out.
...I'm not as much of a monster as you think, Emily. Different, a vampire, yes - but... I don't... I don't hurt people. Not on purpose, not unless I have to. I don't even drink blood.
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 12, 2012 17:13:29 GMT -5
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She gave a small nod, having not suspected there was any amnesia though glad to know for sure. She fell back to sipping cautiously at the tea as he headed back towards what she could only assume was the bathroom, in the meantime letting her eyes scan the room around her once more. It was charming, she'd admit- and, judging by the way he draped his wet clothes across the back of a chair and simply made himself at home in the room, she could only assume it was his. Admittedly, waking up in the bedroom of a stranger wasn't an entirely unknown occurrence to her, though this was different- they were both clothed, for one, and he'd only brought her back here to get her out of the rain. It was still an awkward situation for her, though, and one she hoped she didn't have to repeat anytime soon- especially with him of all people.
His answer didn't surprise her all that much, though she was glad it hadn't been much longer than an hour. She had work tomorrow, after all, not to mention she would need a shower now that she was covered in rainwater and, judging by the scrape on the back of her head, a bit of blood. She didn't go to move right away, though, having noticed the pile of dry clothes beside him and the fact that she doubted he'd let her drive herself home given her current condition, or at least not right away. She finished off the rest of the tea and set the mug on the nightstand beside his bed, shifting to sit up even more and managing to hold back a wince this time even as she focused on his words.
A vampire that doesn't drink blood?
Her words were disbelieving, sure, but that was more annoyance and frustration at their current situation than anything. It wasn't like she thought him to be the cold-blooded killer type, after all- arrogant, maybe, and an asshole, but not a murderer. She still didn't entirely trust him, though, and with that in mind she reached to push the blankets off of her enough to make sure she still had her gun with her, momentarily panicking when she noticed that her holster was missing. It was only then that her mind clicked into action, though, and she glanced back over to the nightstand, realizing that it had been resting there the whole time, right beside where she'd set down her mug. He must've taken it off her when he settled her into bed- and that was probably a smart move, too, given just how uncomfortable gun holsters could be.
So you're... you're seriously a vampire. That- that wasn't all just some crazy dream?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 12, 2012 18:02:43 GMT -5
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A bit of animal plasma - but the animals all live, and it's just a vial or two of their blood every few months. No different than doing a veterinary test. The rest of the nutrients I'd be getting from... feeding in the more traditional manner... I make artificially instead. Far preferable to killing people.
He nearly sounded offended that she didn't believe him - and he had every right to be. He didn't drink blood, he didn't hunt humans - the lack of marks on her neck should technically prove that much, and yet she didn't believe him. He made it a habit of avoiding killing innocent people, or even hurting them - even in his attempts to bring back the vampire race he had only ever hurt, maimed or killed the Cabal. The young adults in Mexico had all had benefits - it hadn't hurt them in any way, and they'd been instantly detoxed from the drugs they'd been addicted to. It had been win-win.
At her scramble for her gun - to check for it only, thank god - he remembered to unjam her trigger, trusting her to not shoot him at this point. Despite questioning it again, though, she was actually taking this all quite well. She'd tried to shoot him, sure, and fainted - but that was the immediate reaction. Now, she wasn't nearly so panicked, even though most would be, especially being alone with him in a place he clearly knew well and would have even more of an advantage in.
Yes. Well - part, technically. Born and raised human, science experiment gone wrong when I was thirty... Well, wrong or right, depending how you look at it I suppose. Woke up latent genes in my DNA, and now... I'm this.
He murmured, arms splaying out in a typical hand motion to indicate his whole self, what he was. He liked hand motions - but then again, his nails were weapons and she'd remember that. He quickly laced his fingers back together in his lap then, to prevent there being more elaborate hand gestures that could be seen as threats, then glanced back over to the clothes.
I- uh- had Declan grab some dry clothes from Kate's closet - another employee, off on a case in Scotland... They should fit. I- uh- I'll let you get changed, then I can look at the wound on your head, down in the infirmary, if... if you'd like. Clean it up, get some antibiotic cream, just to be on the safe side. If- if you want to use the shower to warm up or something, you're welcome to... I'll just... wait outside.
He stood again with another faint smile meant to be reassuring, then turned to head back towards the door of the room, though he paused in the doorway, leaning against the door edge a moment and turning back a second to look at her, gaze apologetic. He spoke a few more words before he slipped out and closed the door behind him, settling on the floor across from it to wait.
And... I'm sorry. About all this. I... never intended for you to find out. I just didn't want to lie, either, when you asked.
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 13, 2012 0:12:18 GMT -5
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Contrary to whatever he might think, his hand motions didn't bother her all that much, though it did help that he folded his hands in his lap afterwards- it was some kind of assurance that the nails wouldn't slide out unbidden, or at least, if they did he'd have to unfold his hands first and therefore give her some kind of warning. She was quickly distracted by him glancing to the pile of dry clothing, though, and she couldn't help but be relieved- it hadn't taken long to notice just how drenched her own clothing was, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be home to properly shower and change for a little while longer.
My, uh, head's fine... but thanks.
She murmured, though she didn't move right away, having noticed him stop by the doorway. At first, she just assumed he intended to linger there long enough to at least get a glimpse or two as she started to change, though she soon caught the apologetic look in his eyes and froze, wary. He was sorry- for what exactly, she wasn't sure, though the emotion alone was enough to pique her interest. She'd known he wasn't a cold-blooded killer, sure, but she hadn't expected him to actually feel guilty for anything in his life. In a way, at first, he'd reminded her of Doyle- though it seemed she was very, very wrong on that front.
...don't be sorry. I... I guess I had it coming.
She didn't bother asking why he'd felt bad lying to her- he hardly seemed like the kind of man to be opposed to telling a lie, though she wasn't exactly complaining. For all she knew, that was just another thing she'd gotten wrong about him- and besides, he was out of the room and the door was shut behind him before she could say anything else. She waited on the bed only a moment more before getting up, and she only hesitated a moment before heading for the bathroom first. A hot shower was just what she needed- in a stranger's bedroom or not.
It took her a little under fifteen minutes to get herself cleaned up and the blood washed out of her hair, and she was relieved when the wound didn't start bleeding again as a result. By the time twenty minutes had passed, she was finally dressed and slipping the door to the room open and surprised to find him sitting on the floor across from her- she hadn't exactly expected him to wait around that long for her, after all. She didn't close the door behind her just yet- for all she knew, she was free to go now, and in that case she'd have to retrieve her wet clothes from the bedroom- though she did at least want to know what he intended to do next, and thank him again in the process.
...thanks, for, uh, everything. Is... is there anything else you want to do, before I head out?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 13, 2012 6:49:27 GMT -5
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He had waited patiently - it wasn't like he had much better to do, and he didn't want her to get lost trying to find him or her way out either. He'd had to deal with some teasing from Declan - the cheeky 'late-night librarian' had no fear when it came to pestering the vampire. He and the other employees knew full well that Nikola had much more bark than bite. He had smiled when he heard the shower turn on though. She wouldn't get a chill, at least. That was good.
He scrambled up to his feet as she opened the door, straighten his clothing out a bit even though they didn't need it. He noticed the faint shock, though - she hadn't expected him to stay. He smiled briefly, taking in her words and nodding for a silent 'you're welcome'. She was right to assume he wouldn't just let her leave right away, though, and he held out a hand to indicate to move down the hall, his other hand rising to rest gently on her elbow for a brief moment.
Whether you deem it necessary or not I'm taking a look at that head of yours. And after that I suppose I could give you the tour - if you'd like, anyway. Since you're here, and kind of... know the secret of this place.
He murmured with a small smile and a soft chuckle towards the end. She didn't know the secret of the Sanctuary entirely, really - just his own - but it was roughly the same thing, so he wasn't too worried any more. His hand fell from her elbow, though he didn't start moving until she did, guiding her to the elevator so that they could get to the infirmary. He did glance over as they walked though - and tore his eyes away quickly, hands finding his pockets and clearing his throat for a moment, not even daring to look at her with his next words, knowing they might not end well.
...You, uh, look good in cargo pants. By the way.
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 13, 2012 14:55:43 GMT -5
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She tensed as one of his hands landed on her elbow, having not expected the contact more so than she was outright opposed to it- though admittedly, she still hadn't completely come to terms with the idea that there was more to him than the self-absorbed asshole she'd met earlier at the crime scene. He didn't sound like he was about to give her a choice as far as her injuries were concerned, though, so maybe there was some good part of him after all- some part that cared that she'd gotten hurt, however minor said injury was. However, it was his last few words that caught her attention the most and she was soon letting a few curious words slip out unbidden.
What secret?
She started down the hall as he'd indicated for her to, though somewhat relieved that he was back to keeping his hands to himself. She continued to ponder what he could've meant by the secret of the place, though, seeing as he hadn't exactly given her an immediate answer. He'd mentioned that she knew it already, so it had to be something involving him being a vampire- maybe this place was crawling with them, or at least, things like them. Her guess was as good as anyone else's, though she had a feeling waiting for him to tell her would be the easiest.
She glanced over at him for a brief moment as he cleared his throat, though her gaze landed on him and stayed there as he spoke, and she tensed again, eyes narrowing. As far as she was concerned, he was just mocking her now- cargo pants were hardly something she wore regularly, and she didn't find them very flattering. Besides, what reason did he have to compliment her? She'd tried to shoot him, for god's sake. Bringing her back to this 'Sanctuary' place to shower and change was one thing- complimenting her was a whole different story.
Cut the crap, Tesla.
She muttered, though she continued to follow him down the hall. It didn't take her long to remember that she'd left her gun in his room, though, and that was hardly an appealing thought, though she couldn't exactly go back for it now. She'd have to manage without it for a while- though, in all honesty, she doubted she'd last long in hand-to-hand combat with him, especially if everything she'd remembered from when he'd shifted was true. She did eventually turn to look over at him again as she walked, her gaze still wary but her words more curious than anything.
Where exactly are we going, anyways?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 13, 2012 17:00:49 GMT -5
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Oh, you'll see...
He murmured softly with a little grin, just leading her right on down to the elevator and pressing the down button without a second thought, ignoring the look she gave him and just giving her a little grin at her response to his compliment. Like it or not, she did look good in the skin-tight shirt and cargo pants. True, cargo pants weren't the most flattering pants known to the human population - but he was an old-fashioned man. Little short shorts and skirts did nothing for him - in fact, he found them rather disconcerting and inappropriate.
As the elevator reached the floor, he stepped inside the older-style elevator. It had the look of the lifts he was used to - with the grates across and everything - except it was electrical and the grates closed on their own. He motioned her in, avoiding pressing the buttons until she was inside as well, and within seconds the elevator was drifting downwards and underground.
Sub-level twenty two - infirmary, storage, access to the tops of some of the containment units, which is particularly useless for the aquatic units. Not much else there, though.
He felt the elevator come to a stop moments later, waiting for the doors to open before motioning for her to exit and following after before taking the lead once more through the halls, steps long and comfortable, like he owned the place. Which, really, made sense - because he did. He slipped into the infirmary, pristine white hospital beds lining the walls. He tapped the bed closest to the entrance, indicating for her to sit down, then rummaged for a few materials and heading back over, handing her one tube of cream while keeping the spray bottle in his hand.
Rub that on your bruises, twice a day - should help them heal faster. Now, if you'll just tip your head forward a bit, I'll spray some of this on. It'll sting, but it'll make a barrier, like a band aid, and it'll come out on it's own in a day or so, when you shower next.
He waited for her to comply and sprayed the antibacterial on lightly, thin enough that it wouldn't show once she ran a brush through her hair. He put the bottle aside, finger lightly brushing her cheek as he let the hand holding her hair aside fall away - though it had been entirely on purpose regardless.
There. Done. It should help numb the pain a little too. How's it feeling?
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 13, 2012 17:52:32 GMT -5
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She followed him into the elevator without a word, albeit somewhat nervous now that she realized her gun wasn't with her not to mention that the elevator didn't exactly look like a textbook example of safety, though that typically didn't faze her all that much anyways. In the meantime, it was just a matter of getting down to the infirmary and getting out of here as soon as he would let her. She wasn't exactly eager to stick around any longer than she had to, no offense to him intended- she had an apartment to get back to, and a lot of wine to drink.
The elevator soon came to a stop and the doors slid open, though this time she hesitated before leaving it- as rusty and outdated as the elevator seemed, she was still stepping into unknown territory here, and her gun was now at least a few floors away. She did finally exit and start down the hall, but her steps were much more wary and even uncomfortable than his were- but then again, he was cocky enough to strut around like he owned the place no matter where he went, of that she was certain. He'd done it at the crime scene, that was for sure. She fell back a bit to let Nikola take the lead the rest of the way to the infirmary, and it wasn't long after that that she was slipping into the room after him, surprised at the overall cleanliness of the place, given that this was an older building. She obeyed Nikola's direction to sit on one of the beds, albeit reluctantly, and glanced over at him, though he began speaking before she had the chance.
She accepted the tube of cream and reluctantly obeyed, tipping her head forward and taking the liberty of parting her hair around the area of the scrape for him, wincing a bit at the sting though at the same time far too well aware that she'd had worse than that before. The moment he was done with the antibacterial spray she looked back up again, sending him a threatening glance as he brushed his finger along her cheek in what she could tell was an entirely practiced gesture. He may have kept her comfortable after what had been a rather unfortunate fainting spell, but that definitely didn't give him the right to outright mock her.
I told you- I've had worse. I'm fine.
She slid off the bed and onto her feet again, brushing her hair back into place with her fingers while being careful not to disturb the scrape itself too much in the process. However, she didn't plan on going very far just yet- not when he still owed her some answers, ones she fully intended to get before she left this Sanctuary of his. He'd just turned her life upside down, and mocked her in the process- the least he could do was give her a bit more truth while he was at it, or at least tell her where exactly she was. She started with that- a simple enough question, and one she hoped wouldn't make things even more difficult for her than they were now.
...what is this place?
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 13, 2012 18:10:26 GMT -5
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He hadn't expected her to necessarily react well to it all - but he hadn't anticipated her to react quite so poorly either. He stared at her in a brief moment of hurt shock at the glare and the way she was so quick to pull away. He hadn't done anything to hurt her - if he'd wanted to, it would have been easy enough, but he hadn't because he didn't. He glanced away a moment, choosing to ignore her question for a while, if only to spite her by making her stay longer. He took the time to put the bottle away, straighten out the blanket on the bed, put everything in order, his outright need for cleanliness and organization leading this to bother him more than it should. It was only once he satisfied that he turned back to her, content that the bed and surrounding area was just as tidy as his own attire.
We have a dual purpose - to protect the strange and unusual from the not-so-accepting human race... and to protect the world from the more dangerous critters, whether they be dangerous by nature or merely by lack of control. Most who work as staff were, in fact, at one point in time, patients. Not Declan, mind you - but Henry was. Kate, in her own way, was as well - though her's was more of a reintegration into appropriate society, for she is entirely for human. The motto has never been empty - we are a Sanctuary for all; human and abnormal alike.
It was hardly the speech Helen would give - though it covered the same sort of points, merely in his own flair. He motioned for her to follow again, leading her through and into the Sanctuary proper, around the rim of a walkway above the main sublevel unit. He jogged down the stairs, though, noting as the automated systems turned towards them - Declan had turned the security on, which was good, but he flicked it all off with a wave of his hand.
We've been going through in a... Rough patch. Had a few people hack our systems, weakened them. Plenty of our residents escaped - none of the really dangerous ones, but some. Jack - he was one of them. He only hunts those who hunt him, so he was deemed a non-threat, given his myths and stories aren't exactly well known anymore, but... Clearly that was a mistake. As made evident by the murders. But not all are dangerous. Come on - this way. You'll like the nubbins.
He murmured with a little grin over his shoulder to her, sweeping along to one of the halls and down it, stopping by one of the cages and peering in. He tapped the glass lightly, then slipped a small snack in the little slot. Soon enough, a hoard of the fuzz balls was running up and chowing down, all visible. He glanced over at her with a grin, though it wasn't their breeding season - and as such, he slipped around to the side and slipped one of the young ones out and bringing him around.
They, uh, affect certain pheromones - but only during their breeding season, and it's not right now, so we're safe. You can hold him if you want. I think Kate named this one Pipsqueak...
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 13, 2012 20:21:14 GMT -5
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She recognized easily enough that he was going out of his way to make her wait, but two could play this game- she just folded her arms in front of her and waited for him to finish tidying up the room, brushing her tongue along her teeth to prevent herself from outright snapping at him. Finally, her efforts paid off and he gave her the explanation she'd been looking for- though it was hardly as descriptive as she would've liked it to be. He had a flair for dramatics, she noticed- either that, or he was simply excited enough about the Sanctuary to play it up as much as he could, though he hardly seemed outright happy, so it was likely the former.
...a bit overdramatic, are we?
She had heard him mention that some of their residents were human, though- implying that some of them, most, even, weren't. That alone was enough to get her guard up again as she followed him out of the infirmary and, later, down a flight of stairs. All the while, she payed attention to everything he said, though she still wasn't sure quite how to take any of it- at least, until he mentioned what sounded a lot like nubbins, god knows what they were.
The what?
The next thing she knew, he was grinning at her over his shoulder and leading her down another hall before stopping at a cage- an empty one at that. She stopped beside him, glancing between him and the cage critically before he dropped something in and a flash of movement caught her eye, leading to what had to be at least half a dozen little things showing up out of nowhere and digging for the treat. They definitely weren't like anything she'd ever seen before, and she couldn't help but stare, dumbstruck, even as he launched into another explanation. Her eyes landed on him with his words, though, and she realized he was holding one of them and even more, offering to let her hold it. She hesitated again before slowly reaching her arms out to take it- and she had to admit, despite the shock of the situation, the nubbin was kind of cute.
...what are these things?
They didn't look like any animal she'd ever seen, after all, or even any creature she'd ever heard stories about as a kid- it was a completely unfamiliar creature, and that made her both curious and wary at the same time, though the one in her arms didn't seem to mind her all that much. She looked back over to Nikola, both stunned and confused at the same time as she waited for an answer of some sort- hell, even a subspecies would be good to know. Something to prove that this wasn't some completely unknown, nonexistant creature.
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Post by NIKOLA TESLA on Oct 13, 2012 20:42:03 GMT -5
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Always. Keeps things interesting.
He'd replied nearly instantly at her rhetorical question, and it was generally true - he did like dramatics. If you were dramatic enough, people assumed you were merely overplaying how you truly felt - even if you were really just acting. It was easier - it wasn't seen through as much. He'd led her along and to the nubbin cage, though she didn't seem impressed with the idea of not knowing what she was going to see. He couldn't blame her. All she'd seen was him. She had every right to be nervous.
She did take the nubbin, though, and he smiled reassuringly - and she didn't seem to really mind the young adolescent creature, though she was curious. God, she'd be a perfect fit for the Sanctuary - though he could already tell that, chances were, she'd never take the job. Not even because of him, either - but she was happy in her own. He could tell that much.
Technical name is Nubina atelerix. A lot of abnormals are a subspecies of other, known creatures - but a lot aren't too. And there's a lot more we've probably never even heard of. These guys are a species all their own, though.
He leaned against the wall then, though, watching her with the nubbin - the little creature was nibbling on her sleeve right now, and alternating that with twisting around in her arms and staring up at her with those big, irresistible eyes. He didn't bother taking it from her - there was no point, and he wouldn't mind if she stuck around longer, even if he should.
...You want the full tour? I'd be rather happy to oblige. You can bring him with you, if you'd like. He seems to like you well enough.
He offered her a small, hopeful smile, though he tried to make it seem more uncaring than anything. He probably failed. He wasn't good at indifferent - at shutting everything off, yes, but not indifferent. He was never indifferent. He always had opinions - hopes, dreams, fears. He was still human, mostly. She just didn't seem to see that, somehow - and he wasn't sure if proving her wrong would be a good idea or not.
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Post by EMILY PRENTISS on Oct 13, 2012 20:55:13 GMT -5
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So the nubbin was a completely new creature, then- it was a bit of a shock to know that there were creatures like this that existed entirely outside typical human knowledge, though at the same time, she had to admit, she'd taken a liking to the little nubbin. It was adorable in its own little way, and the way it looked up at her every few seconds with eyes that bore right into her soul- there was just no way she couldn't love the little guy. Hell, if anything, it reminded her of Sergio when he was just a kitten- curious and adventurous, but at the same time still too attached to his owner to outright wander off.
She looked back up at Nikola and froze at his words though, sending a brief glance down to the nubbin again and realizing just how much she was making herself at home here. She hadn't intended to stay any longer than it would take to get her head looked at, and yet she'd already began to bond with the inhabitants of this Sanctuary of his. She sighed softly, shaking her head and reaching to hand the nubbin back over with a few words of her own, obviously not entirely pleased to leave but at the same time knowing better than to actually stay.
No- I, uh, I really shouldn't. I've gotta get home.
The hopeful smile from Nikola didn't help, though- it was just another little thing that tipped her off to the fact that he might just be capable of empathy and even genuine caring about other people after all. Why he was giving that look to her of all people, she wasn't sure- they hadn't exactly hit it off back at the crime scene, and she'd done nothing to win his favor after that, not as far as she could tell. That smile did still make her hesitate, though, and even briefly reconsider his offer, though she ended up on the same decision in the end- that it really wouldn't be a good idea, and that she should just get home and rest after the events of that night.
Maybe... maybe some other time.
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