[The catacombs, again. Probably earlier than the last memory although it's hard to tell for certain. On the other hand, Helen doesn't seem to be arguing with Tesla, which is a pretty good sign. Meanwhile, Tesla himself is warming up to the topic at hand, which sounds like it's something to do with the nature of vampires.]
As though a vial of stale water blessed by some priest would have any other effect than a bad taste in my-”
[His voice trails off there, as a worrying sort of rumble starts up from somewhere behind the two of them. He and Helen both look back at the same time, clearly concerned (although possibly for different reasons.]
Earthquake?
Worse [Tesla corrects, shoving Helen down a side path mere seconds before a massive shockwave comes barreling down the main corridor. Helen, tucked out of the way as she is, avoids getting hit. Tesla isn't so lucky, and the shockwave catches him dead on.
There's a brief gasp as it connects; the unmistakable sound of someone having all the air knocked out of them all at once, as the shockwave lifts him clear off his feet. And off-screen, the sound of debris clattering to the ground the only sound that follows.
A moment later, when the rattling dies down, Helen pokes her head back into the main corridor. Hesistantly at first, as if she's checking to make sure it's safe, and then more thoroughly, once she realizes Tesla isn't where he'd been before. A moment later, the light of her flashlight catches him at the end of the corridor, impaled on a broken piece of wood.
He's not moving either, and given the way he's hanging limp, it looks an awful lot like he's dead.]
Nikola.
[There's what sounds like genuine concern as she steps forward towards him, the light of her flashlight falling on him as she does, and to be honest, it doesn't improve how he looks. Not this this stops her from stepping closer anyway, mind. She stops when she's only barely a few feet away, and it looks like she might actually speak again, when Tesla abruptly gasps, coming back to life with a grin.]
I vant to suck your blood.
[This is offered in Tesla's very best terrible Dracula impression, which prompts a long-suffering sigh from Helen. In fact, she doesn't even address it when she speaks up again.]
Get down from there.
[Judging by the effort Tesla has to put into this, it's easy said than done - and not really helped by the fact that his feet are hanging several feet off the ground. But he manages, eventually, dropping to his feet with a sigh that probably a little bit relief and a little bit complaint.]
Irony is [he begins, as he starts to poke idly at the blood-stained hole in his shirt (and chest)] I once owned the patent to that weapon. I never should have sold it to Edison, cheapskate that he was.
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As though a vial of stale water blessed by some priest would have any other effect than a bad taste in my-”
[His voice trails off there, as a worrying sort of rumble starts up from somewhere behind the two of them. He and Helen both look back at the same time, clearly concerned (although possibly for different reasons.]
Earthquake?
Worse [Tesla corrects, shoving Helen down a side path mere seconds before a massive shockwave comes barreling down the main corridor. Helen, tucked out of the way as she is, avoids getting hit. Tesla isn't so lucky, and the shockwave catches him dead on.
There's a brief gasp as it connects; the unmistakable sound of someone having all the air knocked out of them all at once, as the shockwave lifts him clear off his feet. And off-screen, the sound of debris clattering to the ground the only sound that follows.
A moment later, when the rattling dies down, Helen pokes her head back into the main corridor. Hesistantly at first, as if she's checking to make sure it's safe, and then more thoroughly, once she realizes Tesla isn't where he'd been before. A moment later, the light of her flashlight catches him at the end of the corridor, impaled on a broken piece of wood.
He's not moving either, and given the way he's hanging limp, it looks an awful lot like he's dead.]
Nikola.
[There's what sounds like genuine concern as she steps forward towards him, the light of her flashlight falling on him as she does, and to be honest, it doesn't improve how he looks. Not this this stops her from stepping closer anyway, mind. She stops when she's only barely a few feet away, and it looks like she might actually speak again, when Tesla abruptly gasps, coming back to life with a grin.]
I vant to suck your blood.
[This is offered in Tesla's very best terrible Dracula impression, which prompts a long-suffering sigh from Helen. In fact, she doesn't even address it when she speaks up again.]
Get down from there.
[Judging by the effort Tesla has to put into this, it's easy said than done - and not really helped by the fact that his feet are hanging several feet off the ground. But he manages, eventually, dropping to his feet with a sigh that probably a little bit relief and a little bit complaint.]
Irony is [he begins, as he starts to poke idly at the blood-stained hole in his shirt (and chest)] I once owned the patent to that weapon. I never should have sold it to Edison, cheapskate that he was.
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