helen magnus

[lifelines]

active name: • helen magnus, md dtcxb nicknames: • helen, doc, magnus age: • 274 date of birth: • august 27, 1850 eyes: • blue hair: • brown height: • 5'10 canon: • sanctuary occupation: • head of the sanctuary network hometown: • london ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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[apropergenius]

Doctor Helen Magnus, I presume? Founder of the Santuary Network, currently residing in Old City.

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[lifelines]

This is Helen Magnus. To whom am I speaking?

[ because questions need answers before she'll say too much. ]

action; | omg i hope this is okay. idek what i'm doing.

[succuba]

[ bo has no idea how long she has been standing there, staring at the building which is all to large and overwhelming. she's spent almost her entire life running, and now she's here at the one place that might be able to help. of course she doesn't fully understand what this place is, other than it deals with things that are less than normal, which is definitely her. ]

Come on Bo. You can do this.

[ she sighs and paces slightly. her bag is full of various clothing items, and fifteen different drivers licenses (all different names, birthdates, hometowns, etc;). she's sick of running, sick of killing people, sick of being afraid of what she is...whatever she is.

with one final sigh she walks towards the building and knocks on the door. she'd either get help, or get turned in to the police - either way...]

Here goes nothing.

action; | it's lovely! :D

[lifelines]

[ helen had been watching the girl for a while. henry didn't seem to want to let her just waltz on in, but helen sensed something different about this girl. with her wits about her and a gun tucked in her pocket as always, helen heads straight down to the front door, disabling the security network just as the knock sounds.

helen pulls open the door just enough to see their newcomer, offering a reassuring smile to her. ]

My name is Dr. Helen Magnus. May I help you?

text; | tfln | because i can.

[vampiris]

it's like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match, but are too evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.

text; | fdkjlaflkj /loves it so much omg

[lifelines]

...please tell me you haven't dispatched my entire wine cellar.

[ because clearly that is the most important thing here. she'll address the rest later ]

action; | idek, roll with it?? 8|

[seventeen]

[ he'd been directed here by some priest after ducking into a church to avoid being too close to the scent of blood from a nearby murder. this city seemed to be riffled with crime and perhaps it wasn't his best choice when it came to new locations, but it was easier to pass through than go around. not that stefan knew where he was going these days. leaving mystic falls had been for the best, but now he was at a loss for what to do next.

with great hesitation, he knocked, unsure of what would lay on the other side of that door, but prepared to run or defend himself, all the same. ]

action; | /rolls right with it!

[lifelines]

[ helen was passing by the entryway when she heard the knock. not having been expecting anyone, she frowning in confusion and surprise, pausing only for a moment before moving towards the door and pulling it open just a little bit to see who it was. ]

Hello. My name is Helen Magnus. May I help you?

[ a lot of people, abnormals, tended to turn up, sometimes having been pointed in her direction, and helen would never turn down someone who clearly needed help. the trouble was figuring out what each one wanted. or needed. ]

action; because what's more fun then checking out the sanctuary?!

[jenerated]

[ jenny is standing outside the sanctuary, with her sonic screwdriver out. it's a lot like the doctor's - her father's, except her's has a purple light on the top. she is scanning the building, getting a reading on it before deciding to approach. she's heard things about the sanctuary, and wants to get a good idea of the place before she goes inside. ]

Oh dad, I wish you were here. [ she scowls looking at the readings on the screwdriver. ] I can't make heads or tails of this. [ but then she grins, because that makes it more fun. it's much more of an adventure, probably just like the sort the doctor and donna would get into. ]

action; apparently nothing XD

[lifelines]

[ henry's been watching this girl since she turned up on the security and for the last few minutes, so has helen. henry voiced his concern at helen's plan to go out and investigate, but helen is firm. her old friend will be nearby and she'll talk to kate about being around on point to help should something go wrong.

making her way downstairs, helen pulls open the front door, slips past it, and starts walking for the woman. she's got her gun in her back pocket, ready for anything. ]

May I help you?

[ whoever she was, she was apparently happy about something. that just made helen all the more wary. ]

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[assimilate]

[ henry's (unattended, thanks to a mission he's out on) computer systems have intercepted the following transmission being broadcast on waves normally only used by sanctuary network employees. ]

--lativy, are you there? Please respond.

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[lifelines]

[ helen's in the middle of checking the systems herself when the transmission comes through. that... that can't be good. she attempts to use a tracking trick to figure out where this thing came from before responding. ]

I'm sorry; I only caught part of that. Who are you and who are you asking for?

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[virginal]

Being here's worse than being pregnant. Not that I want to be knocked up, again.

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[lifelines]

[ oh this is interesting. the girl sounds so young, though. helen's caught between reactions and none of them are particularly pleasant. ]

Not the most pleasant experience I take it?

i don't need to read billy shakespeare;

[gateways]

This wasn't fair.

"It's not fair. Technically, I'm like a gazillion and I've been on way more dangerous missions than this. Can't I just sit in the truck with Henry? I hate being left behind!"

The house was too big and too empty, despite an entire wing full of people who were just as displaced and otherwise homeless as she was. Perhaps that's why she hated it, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. Fellow homeless freaks, just as homeless and full of freakiness, except she doubted any of them were actually an ancient, mystical key-like energy that opened doors to other dimensions. Or had their sister kill herself so you could live this super fake life of yours that was never real to begin with.

"Please?"

i don't need to read billy shakespeare;

[lifelines]

"Absolutely not."

Dawn hadn't been a resident of the Sanctuary for very long, especially not by Helen's standards, but she was now a resident and as a physical and emotional minor - despite being the result of some form of transmutation that Helen wasn't sure she quite believed in - so that meant she was under Helen's jurisdiction. Much more so than any of her other residents or employees. In a way, it was like when Ashley had still been young. Every day was discovery, butting heads with the much younger generation. It was precious... and yet it stung. Helen noticed she'd been cutting Dawn off lately, once she'd figured out that connection to her memories of Ashley, and she was trying not to let that taint her relationship with the girl. Dawn didn't know yet and it wasn't fair to her to treat her like this.

Helen sighed. As much as she didn't want Dawn to go - the girl was far too young - she also knew that Dawn was too young and traumatized to be fully left alone. So when Will came into the office, she glanced up at him before reaching over to pat Dawn's hand and then standing up. Walking over to Will, she handed him her radio and the serum she'd planned on using to sedate the Abnormal they would be chasing.

"Magnus?"

"Take Henry and Kate with you. I'm needed here."

He glanced for a split second to Dawn and then nodded, seeming to understand Helen's position.

"I have faith in you three. I know you'll capture it." Capture, not kill.

Will nodded again and took the equipment she'd handed him as he left. Helen shut the door behind him before she walked back over to take her seat on the couch next to Dawn again. "I've decided to stay with you. The others can handle this job without me." She tilted her head just a little so she could look reassuringly into Dawn's eyes. "You won't be left behind this time."

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[vampyr]

Well now, isn't this interesting.

[ somewhere, at some point, helen runs into eric motherfucking northman. IDEK, JUST ROLL WITH IT. it's a musebox, i do what i want. ]

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[lifelines]

[ yeah she has no idea who he is, but the way he's saying that has her linefacing warily already. ]

Isn't what interesting?

text; | tfln | idek, i just wanted to use it. misfire meant for henry?

[vampiris]

i cannot be this high in this house. this house has so many of my secrets in its walls.

text; | tfln | dflkjhlsdzf omg best XD

[lifelines]

All right, two things:

1) How the bloody hell did you manage to get high?
2) ...Do I want to know what secrets those might be?

action; | crappiest thread start ever.

[ex_directives731]

[ at first, the appears to be nothing amiss about the short haired woman lingering in the lecture hall where helen's currently giving a speech. but when they're attacked by remnant cabal agents, that changes. the woman takes charge of the situation and pulls out a firearm - a particle weapon that does not belong to the world she's pretending to be a part of. she gets most the people out, but is forced to barricade the door before they're shot by oncoming soldiers.

from her pocket, she draws out what looks like strange pin, but is so much more. ] Janeway to Voyager. [ ... ] Must've erected some sort of force field that's blocking communications. I'll need to take that down.

action; | well ilit so there :P

[lifelines]

[ helen doesn't sit back when things get messy, pulling out a gun from her jacket and coldly delivering shots to the cabal agents threatening the occupants of the room. once a path is cleared, she aids the unknown woman in evacuating the room and she's the one who barricades the second door before joining the other woman at the first one. they're now the only two people left in the room and helen has no intention of this woman getting caught up in whatever the cabal have planned for her.

she drops the first cartridge and loads her gun again with quick, fluid motions that should not belong to a woman in a suit and heels. ]

Likely a modified E.M. Shield. [ she pulls out a much more primitive communication device: a simple radio. ] Henry? Henry? [ nothing. ] Damn. [ and nothing from her phone, either. that's worrisome. ] If I'm right, they're also working on a radio-frequency level to trap all levels of communication in or out of this building. We'll need to make it out in order to remove the effects of the shield itself.

[ oh how she hates this organization. ]

action; | i regret nothing!!

[iceberg]

I don't understand. Why don't I remember getting off the ship?

[ sup, helen. have a well dressed socialite's daughter from 1912 who was on the titanic and is now going "wtf" at not being on the ship and suddenly being in the modern world. yay sudden, random time paradoxes? ]

action; | NO REGRETS

[lifelines]

[ helen hates temporal paradoxes. just for the record. at least the woman's turned up in a very welcoming section of the sanctuary. it certainly could be worse. she approaches cautiously. ]

There could be a number of reasons for that. What ship do you mean? Perhaps you simply got separated at the dock.

[ though she's eying those clothes... ]

;;

[secondcopy]

[ Elena wasn't sure how she got here. Actually, she wasn't sure about anything at the moment.

Elena was just...aware of something cold against her skin, against her cheek, her shoulders. Slipping in and out, wavering on the brink of consciousness, she vaguely realized she was lying on steps of -- of somewhere.

There's a groan as she moves, inhales. Something feels wrong. Off. She can't explain it. Or she doesn't want to. She's willing her eyes to slide open, as she has to actually force herself to sit up. It's dark outside, but the moonlight almost feels harsh. Bright.

She shudders, lifting a hand to try and push her fist into the wooden door, to knock at whatever place this was.

Where was she? How did she get here? Why did this place, wherever she was -- why did it feel safe, when nothing seemed right?

heightened. everything seemed heightened. Every inhale, every sound in the night. Even her own actions.

She presses herself against the door now, pushing up, standing, leaning. Another knock, trying to make it louder. Her limbs didn't feel like her own. ]

/crying

[lifelines]

[ no one quite knew how the girl managed to get past their security system - henry was betting someone helped her because there was no way she could do it herself - but whatever the case was, soon enough he's opening the door at the second knock. helen is quick on his heels and as soon as she sees the girl, she begins issuing orders. ]

Get her to the infirmary.

You got it, Doc. [ henry nods at her as the two of them move in to support the girl, helen taking most of her weight as she snakes an arm around the girl's waist. ]

Easy does it. You're going to be fine.

[ she has to shake the feeling that she knows this girl, but she can't for the life of her put a name to the face. so she shakes it off and nods to her old friend as they pass into the entrance hall and down towards the lower levels of the sanctuary. ]

when time and confusion collide;

[category]

Jumping out of an airplane was on his list of least favorite ways to die. He hit the ground with a sickening crack, the air leaving his lungs in a rush like no other before darkness overcame him. There was no telling how long he was out, each time varied, but when he came to, it was with the usual start -- a flood of air into his lungs, gasping like he'd resurfaced from almost drowning as the life surged back into him. He was sitting in a pool of his own blood, clothes torn and stained, beloved coat in serious need of another mending.

It took him a moment to realize there was someone hovering at his side, and as if dying and coming back to life were the most natural thing in the world (well, it was for him), he smiled at the woman and held out a hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."

when time and confusion collide;

[lifelines]

The last thing Helen had expected to see was a man falling through the sky above the city. She'd rather hoped he would prove to be one of Bruno's people, but apparently not. She hadn't managed to find him before he hit the ground, but she was there by the time he -- miraculously, by her count -- woke up. Kneeling down on one knee so as not to completely mess up her pants, she watched him, taking his hand when he offered it.

"Dr. Helen Magnus. A pleasure to meet you, Captain, though I wish it had been under better circumstances." Chancing a glance at the sky, she searched for any signs of whatever he had fallen out of before she looked back to him. "Care to tell me what exactly just happened or should I make something up?"