paradisa | first twist of the coil

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first twist of the coil

[The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it is a wonderful day to take over the world.]

[That's what Tesla is aiming to do in several years, sadly enough. There's no idea what the day it all comes to fruition will be like. But hey, it's not like his plan was going to happen in a matter of minutes. These things took time. Anyways, he's ready to look over the results of the tests for today back in his office, and he pushes open the door-]

[And steps into the lobby of the castle.]

What...?

[It all comes flooding back. The losses, the world changes, the things he had been a part of, the people...it takes a moment for him to adjust to it all, like he's waking up from a very long dream he wasn't conscious of.]

[And of course, there was the journal, his journal, lying innocently on a table nearby. He picks it up, spending some time flipping through the pages. Okay, it's fine. He knows this place, it's like he's just come back to another home, that's all.]

Well, well, well. Magical bloodthirsty creatures who appear from time to time who kill or maim people? Check. Weird residents who come from worlds I don't think I want to know about? Check. Somebody new asking about what this place is? Check. People whining about anything ever because they're too immature and/or stupid to deal with it? Give that one a million checks.

Looks like this place hasn't changed at all! Good for you, castle, you sure know how to change things up.

[He lets out a laugh.]

For all of you precious little newbies out there, the name is Nikola Tesla. Yes, the Nikola Tesla. Don't waste my time if you only have stupid things to say. All the people who know me, you already know that, but it bears reminding.

Good to be back, Paradisa.

[Now don't mind him, he's just going to be searching out the people he does like around here, feel free to bump into him while he's doing so.]

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[Maladict has become used to the journal only bearing bad news lately. It's made her uneasy. She's used to being the one to pick up sticks and leave first. Actually being left by other people is an experience she's not been enjoying.

But that...well that is a familiar voice. And when he starts talking at first she feels her heart sink, along with a desperate need to run. She knew the castle might bring him back eventually, but she hadn't prepared herself for dealing with a Nikola who didn't know who she was.

...But he continues with his stupid, annoying cocky chatter and it dawns on her that he remembers. They've never come back this way before, and it's thrown her for a loop. She stares at the open journal for a long time, not being able to find words to speak out loud while her head tries to deal with this sudden surge of emotions ranging from utter joy to sheer bloody minded anger.

So she doesn't reply right away. Just remains sitting in what was (or perhaps now, is) there room, staring at the journal as if it's dropped a sudden unexpected bomb into her lap. Which in some cases it really has]

[Of course she's going to be the first one he tries to find out. God, he hopes she's still here, that the castle hasn't played one of its cosmic jokes and brought him here only to be alone...]

[He doesn't even need to think of where to go. His feet almost seem to have a mind of their own- he finds himself out the door, and he takes a deep breath, hoping that her name is still on there.]

[It is. And her name is there. It makes him so happy that it's staring him right in the face, and that even his name is back right where it belongs. A few seconds to steel himself, and he raises his hand to knock on the door, heart thumping like crazy in his chest.]

Mal? Are you in there?

Guess who.

[It takes her a moment to reply. Maybe the stress of the past few months, of everyone leaving, of Brock being killed, has worn her down. Maybe she's hallucinating again.

She knows she has to answer it eventually, though, and steeling herself against...herself, she opens the door. And there he is, standing there all cocky and smirky as he's always been, as if he never left.

If course, he HAD left, and she'd mourned him. And now he just comes waltzing back after she thought she'd managed to get through a day without feeling like a big chunk of her had gone missing. Gods damn this castle.

There's a touch of anger in her eyes, quite a lot of joy, but for now, she attempts to play this with a straight face]

Well. It's not Thomas Edison.

[He pretends to look offended by that, but he can't hide the happy glint in his eyes - it's HER. It's really her. He doesn't even know how long it's been since he left, but that doesn't matter now, right? He's here and it seems like she hasn't forgotten him. I mean, who else would tell her about his nemesis back in the day.]

You would even compare me with that stick in the mud? Sheesh, like I ever wanted to hear that name again...

[He grins.] Mal...long time, no see, huh?

A very long time.

[She steps a little closer one hand reaching up to touch at his sleeve gently, checking that he was, indeed, a solid thing and not imaginary. That done, she exhales softly, closing her eyes. He was back. He was really back.

And to celebrate that she uses her other hand to punch him lovingly in the face]

[A part of him saw it coming. Really. But the other parts of him are just going to get smacked back and react in shock because WOW RUDE HE WAS HAPPY TO SEE YOU.]

[Of course he snaps back that much quicker, being vampire and all, but that doesn't stop him from clutching his nose and giving her a truly offended look this time.]

T-that hurt! Sheesh, don't tell me you're in a "I hate Tesla" loss, because that was really the most appropriate welcome for that, thanks.

[She doesn't reply to him, just giving him a moment to recover from that face punch, before grabbing the lapels of his jacket, pulling him in for a kiss.

Probably sending some mixed signals there]

[MIXED SIGNALS: THE RELATIONSHIP. COMING TO A THEATER NEAR YOU.]

[He makes a confused noise at that, because okay, he's not expecting that right after a punch, but he relents, his hands falling to her shoulders as he returns it.]

[Now this was the welcome he was looking for. Not...whatever that punch was.]

[It was a lesson in leaving. Still, she truly has missed him, and it shows in that kiss. Sorry for anyone wandering around in that hallway, she's not planning on letting go any time soon]

[Well, he's certainly not complaining about this one bit. Who cares about other people? She's here and he's back and he's kissing her, and this is all he wants.]

[Of course, being vampires probably means they can go at it a bit longer than normal people. Increased stamina does come in handy.]

[It sure helps not having to breathe. Of course, she knows she has to actually stop to talk to him eventually, so she eventually pulls back, albeit not that far away and certainly not letting go of him]

You came back.

[He only chuckles, that familiar toothy grin stretching across his face.]

So I did. What, are you upset about that? And here I thought you liked me, Mal.

[She's missed that stupid toothy grin]

I'm upset that you left. I mourned for you and I finally managed to be able to deal with getting up in the Godsdamned morning again and you show up.

You mourned for me? Really, Mal, I wasn't dead.

[But still, what she says makes him pause, and he frowns slightly.]

But I'm back now, so hey, no need to do a funeral for me. C'mon, Mal. It's alright to be happy that I'm back in your life again. I'm not going to be upset if you told me you went out and like, got involved with another vampire when I was gone.

[A pause.] You didn't do that, did you?

You might as well have been. It's not like we'd see each other outside of this place. Different planets, remember?

[She snorts softly, at the ridiculousness of the question. The idiot had wormed his way into her life and nothing could change that. She'd accepted a while back that he was it, the absolutely only time she'd allow herself to feel that way]

Unless you count spending my money watching women take their clothes off, no. And none of those were vampires.

Different planets? Please. I would've found a way around it even if it was different universes. Genius, remember?

[Of course, even he knew what he was saying was preposterous, but anything to cheer her up. He wanted her happy. He wanted her, period. She could be replaced by no one else in his life.]

[He raises an eyebrow, before letting out an amused huff.] And what, the men just didn't compare? Guess there's no one like me out there for your liking...

[She makes a softly amused sound] You wouldn't like it there. There's far too much magic and not enough science.

[Still, she appreciates the sentiment, even if she can't put it into words. She snorts at him]

Oh yes, I could only bare to spend my time with beautiful women, no other man compared.

Doesn't mean there isn't any science at all. I'll scrounge it up if I have to.

[He only chuckles in return.] I'm just saying. But anyways, I guess me being here now means that you'll find room for me in your schedule of staring at beautiful women? I mean, I do deserve some time with you after that long absence...

That's a good way for people to get sent to the insane asylum. I'd visit you every day, though.

[She stands back, tapping her chin thoughtfully[ I suppose I could pencil you in somewhere in my busy schedule.

Hey, if I could keep my notes and got an endless supply of wine in that place, I wouldn't mind it at all.

[He just shakes his head.] And just what do you have going on that keeps you so busy? At least promise me more than three hours, I at least deserve that.

Oh yes, you have those. You also have the other lunatics to keep you company, too.

A lady has her secrets. [She taps her chin thoughtfully] I think I can just about manage that.

You're calling me a lunatic? Well, they do say there is a fine line between genius and madness...

[A laugh.] Then it's settled, then! You better tell me when you're available, though, I would hardly want to interrupt you and your busy time.

And you straddle it so well, dear.

[Gods, she's missed this. She really has]

I'll write you up a schedule. Put it on really fancy paper and everything.

That I do. I should get a prize just for that.

[His smirk widens.] Don't forget the signature. That makes it official.

Oh? And what sort of prize would you like?

Oh yes, I could never forget that.

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