for Nikola

[will_you_see]

The missive left in Alcuin's mailbox read only: My room, soon. Bring glasses. Tesla. It was, for all its simplicity, at least unambiguous, and Alcuin took an educated guess and borrowed two wine glasses from the kitchen before making his way toward the room in the compound that Nikola had mentioned was his. He found the scientist interesting and

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[thedevamper]

"If Y equals A [cosh x over 1 c-1] and A equals fc over Qb then..." Nikola stared at the interruption opening the door with one hand as he rolled his sleeves up with the other and loosened his cravat. Nikola ushered Alcuin in, hand pressing against Alcuin's back before he closed the door the behind him. Nikola made a sitting motion, chalk still in hand as he pieced together the last few pieces of the puzzle and wrote down the solution. "Sorry, I was trying to remember the solution to an old problem. I was trying to see if I could readjust it to be used without the active agent, seeing as this place negates all special abilities but it seems like a waste of time without a core sample at least to work with as a starting point."

Nikola finally took Alcuin really in and smiled. "Hello."

[will_you_see]

Alcuin watched him with some interest for a few moments, until Nikola acknowledged him. "The active agent for what?" he asked politely, looking at the equation even though for the most part it meant nothing to him.

[thedevamper]

"Immortality," Nikola replied with a knowing smirk. The board was covered in an antiquated but neat scrawl, filled with equations and notes on the progression of Helen and Adam's disease and the possible rejuvination of the vampire race. He had no real hopes for it working here but well, he wouldn't stop trying. "But I'd need the source blood or at least a small sample of it to work from and sadly the island doesn't have any and the one person whose blood might unlock it, isn't co-operative to say the least. She suspects I might do something with it."

Which of course he would. And most likely something Helen would definitely not approve of. "Glass? I found a number or rather nice bottles of Merlot just lying around."

[will_you_see]

"If it is not impertinent of me to say so, I think if anyone has already found immortality, it is you," Alcuin said politely, though at the offer of wine, his face lit. "Actual wine? Truly? Not made of pineapple or some such?" He held out the glasses.