My name is Elias Bouchard, Head of the Magnus Institute. The institute is an organisation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the paranormal. Each department here specializes in an important aspect of our research, and I keep close watch to ensure that things are running smoothly.
Curiosity is a valued tool, not a hindrance. It is with this mindset we here conduct our research. So, do not be afraid to seek out all the information to your heart’s content. Feel free to ask questions, if you like.
I do hope that our time here will be pleasant. Be seeing you.
(ooc under the cut)
@iiinkos here! i also run several other tma rp accounts, which are linked in the pinned post of my main blog :)
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WARNING FOR MANIPULATIVE BASTARD CONTENT!!! he’s going to be more than simple “muahahaha i am evil forever” but he is HELLA manipulative. he’s not flat but he’s also a DICK
tbh i just wanted to try my hand at being a jonah :D hes very interesting as a character
green text = using his eye powers, if it’s a question it’s compulsion, if it’s just something with info he shouldn’t have been privy to it’s beholding knowledge, that sorta thing
rules:
- no shipping unless discussed beforehand. automatic no if jonelias.
- flirting is allowed, but it isn’t going to go anywhere, unless we have discussed it beforehand.
- allusions to sex (the most you see in a statement, 6th grader humor, etc) are fine, but nothing outright sexual or suggestive.
- anyone allowed to interact
- magic anons allowed
feel free to ask me (mod) questions about anything!!
A gift. A token of my appreciation. I figured I could make you something special to wear if you’d want it. My connection with the eye let me know your measurements.
[In the bag is silver suit with both light and dark green embroidery is in the bag. The inner lining is simply black. There is an eye pattern across the edge of the sleeve. At the bottom is a pair simply silver cufflinks with the swirling eye pattern that you Know is on her and her roommates own door. There is a set of simple white, black, and grey button down shirts, as well as a set of purple, green and white button downs with ruffled sleeves. There is a set of lace and ruffled Jabots, and a simple black and grey striped tie with an eye at the center. There is a set of black, brown, grey and white pants with nothing special on them.]
A gift. A token of my appreciation. I figured I could make you something special to wear if you’d want it. My connection with the eye let me know your measurements.
[In the bag is silver suit with both light and dark green embroidery is in the bag. The inner lining is simply black. There is an eye pattern across the edge of the sleeve. At the bottom is a pair simply silver cufflinks with the swirling eye pattern that you Know is on her and her roommates own door. There is a set of simple white, black, and grey button down shirts, as well as a set of purple, green and white button downs with ruffled sleeves. There is a set of lace and ruffled Jabots, and a simple black and grey striped tie with an eye at the center. There is a set of black, brown, grey and white pants with nothing special on them.]
A gift. A token of my appreciation. I figured I could make you something special to wear if you’d want it. My connection with the eye let me know your measurements.
[In the bag is silver suit with both light and dark green embroidery is in the bag. The inner lining is simply black. There is an eye pattern across the edge of the sleeve. At the bottom is a pair simply silver cufflinks with the swirling eye pattern that you Know is on her and her roommates own door. There is a set of simple white, black, and grey button down shirts, as well as a set of purple, green and white button downs with ruffled sleeves. There is a set of lace and ruffled Jabots, and a simple black and grey striped tie with an eye at the center. There is a set of black, brown, grey and white pants with nothing special on them.]
[He walks through the door and sits down at the desk. He stands completely straight the entire time, his movements almost uncomfortably stiff.
He hands Elias a piece of paper. On it is a sparsely populated resume, handwritten in cramped, neat letters. The dates on the list of achievements cut off at 2 years ago. He also hands Elias a letter of recommendation from Sparrow.]
[What an odd question to ask at a job interview. Lance had never been to a job interview before, but he was fairly certain this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
He wasn’t even sure what he was afraid of. He hadn’t exactly had much time to be accustomed to this whole “person” thing. But he had to give this man an answer eventually, so he settled on a relatively common fear that probably wouldn’t garner too many follow-up questions.]
A common fear. One you’d be best to warn your superiors about.
[As he says this, images— no, that implies only sight. An all consuming experience passes over Lance. Buried alive, trapped under intense pressure. As if in this moment, he were placed in the very core of the earth, or trapped in the bottom of the ocean. All there is to be felt is the choke.]
[Then he is back in the room again. Air is just as normal as it was before. Though it no longer feels like a given. More like a luxury.]
[Elias remains as he was. Aside from one second—easily missed if you so much as blinked—where his mouth quirked up the slightest bit. Then it was back to normal.]
Have you ever had an experience you would consider supernatural?
[He kept his face completely expressionless, though he couldn’t help but tense a bit as the images flashed through his mind.
Ah. So this one was an avatar of the Eye as well. It was good that he hadn’t mentioned any real fears of his, then. God forbid he’d brought up the Lonely.
He turned his attention back to Elias.] Indeed I have. One of them is detailed in a statement here, in fact.
[Elias considers. He’ll hold off on bringing up the Lonely for now. There’s more to him, he’d rather not antagonise too much. Not until it becomes relevant. Unsettling him a bit should be enough for now.]
[He smiles.]
Thank you. We do our best in our research into the esoteric, after all.
[Elias walks up to Reid to check in and see how he's doing.]
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Reid Harding in question is rushing throughout the halls, files weighing his arm down as if a potato sack. He manages a proper little smile on his face as he finally reaches to a halt.
"Ah, uh-- hello, Mr. Bouchard," he nods. "May I help you ?"
Tension, like a rope carrying the burdens on both its ends while figures tug at its ends. Elevation of a drum's pace as his heart begins to pace. Expectation, raw and burning as the spotlight is put onto him.
",,Is there anything else you need ?"
[Elias walks up to Reid to check in and see how he's doing.]
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Reid Harding in question is rushing throughout the halls, files weighing his arm down as if a potato sack. He manages a proper little smile on his face as he finally reaches to a halt.
"Ah, uh-- hello, Mr. Bouchard," he nods. "May I help you ?"
Tension, like a rope carrying the burdens on both its ends while figures tug at its ends. Elevation of a drum's pace as his heart begins to pace. Expectation, raw and burning as the spotlight is put onto him.
",,Is there anything else you need ?"
[Elias walks up to Reid to check in and see how he's doing.]
@elias-bouchard-tmi
Reid Harding in question is rushing throughout the halls, files weighing his arm down as if a potato sack. He manages a proper little smile on his face as he finally reaches to a halt.
"Ah, uh-- hello, Mr. Bouchard," he nods. "May I help you ?"
[Elias walks up to Reid to check in and see how he's doing.]
@elias-bouchard-tmi
Reid Harding in question is rushing throughout the halls, files weighing his arm down as if a potato sack. He manages a proper little smile on his face as he finally reaches to a halt.
"Ah, uh-- hello, Mr. Bouchard," he nods. "May I help you ?"
[A young woman with long blond hair pokes her head in cautiously. She's one of the Researchers, that American who moved to London a number of years ago. Solace is her name. Solace Kharson.]
"Heyyy, um, Mr. Bouchard? D'you have a quick second?"
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I do at the present moment. Though I'd prefer an email or something similar beforehand, in the future. What is it?
[She steps in, fidgeting. Her eyes notably avoid his.]
"I just wanted to, um, put in my notice. I'm resigning. I've had a really... interesting experience here. And, uh, I wanted to ask if you would be willing to write me a referral? Y'know, for my next job. Whatever that ends up being."
"I thought I was going to die on the last case I researched, and I don't understand what happened to me. I'm scared. I feel like this place is changing me somehow."
[Her eyes widen in surprise at what she just blurted out, and she hurries to stutter an excuse.]
"I-I mean- I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from, I... I just... What I meant was just that I'm, uh, rethinking my career choices. I want to move back to America. Take some time off and consider working somewhere with a different kind of... environment."
[Solace has recently been marked by the Vast. Her mind is wide open and vulnerable, and it's easy to see that she feels the call quite acutely despite her fear of it.]
"Thanks, I appreciate it. Um, that's all I needed to talk about, so."
[A young woman with long blond hair pokes her head in cautiously. She's one of the Researchers, that American who moved to London a number of years ago. Solace is her name. Solace Kharson.]
"Heyyy, um, Mr. Bouchard? D'you have a quick second?"
@see1ng-starz
I do at the present moment. Though I'd prefer an email or something similar beforehand, in the future. What is it?
[She steps in, fidgeting. Her eyes notably avoid his.]
"I just wanted to, um, put in my notice. I'm resigning. I've had a really... interesting experience here. And, uh, I wanted to ask if you would be willing to write me a referral? Y'know, for my next job. Whatever that ends up being."
"I thought I was going to die on the last case I researched, and I don't understand what happened to me. I'm scared. I feel like this place is changing me somehow."
[Her eyes widen in surprise at what she just blurted out, and she hurries to stutter an excuse.]
"I-I mean- I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from, I... I just... What I meant was just that I'm, uh, rethinking my career choices. I want to move back to America. Take some time off and consider working somewhere with a different kind of... environment."
[A young woman with long blond hair pokes her head in cautiously. She's one of the Researchers, that American who moved to London a number of years ago. Solace is her name. Solace Kharson.]
"Heyyy, um, Mr. Bouchard? D'you have a quick second?"
@see1ng-starz
I do at the present moment. Though I'd prefer an email or something similar beforehand, in the future. What is it?
[She steps in, fidgeting. Her eyes notably avoid his.]
"I just wanted to, um, put in my notice. I'm resigning. I've had a really... interesting experience here. And, uh, I wanted to ask if you would be willing to write me a referral? Y'know, for my next job. Whatever that ends up being."
[A young woman with long blond hair pokes her head in cautiously. She's one of the Researchers, that American who moved to London a number of years ago. Solace is her name. Solace Kharson.]
"Heyyy, um, Mr. Bouchard? D'you have a quick second?"
@see1ng-starz
I do at the present moment. Though I'd prefer an email or something similar beforehand, in the future. What is it?
