"They call me many names...Subject 0204, Jumpsuit Jones, The Zero Point Bound Prisoner, The Touched One...but you guys can call me Jonesy. Jonesy Jones. That- was the first name I ever got anyways...the others came later...haha. But yeah what do I need to say? I'm the IO's test Subject and The Point gave me some sweet powers. That's pretty much it."
[*recording saved*]
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Tags:
#rifts and chains -> posts
#the subject reblogs -> reblogs
#strapped to a chair -> asks
#LucySays: -> ooc asks/reblogs
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Headcanons!:
-Jones (or Jonesy) is gay and uses He/It pronouns
-He has reunited with his parter, Eco :)
-This is a very oc-fied version of Jones, with a little snippets of an AU = The Chained Jones AU: What if Foundation had never saved him?
-Once a normal man, then temporarily a hero and then a normal test subject, for mysterious circumstances the Zero Point has embedded its power into Jonesy, causing him to have some sweet new powers, and make him some sort of demi-god/avatar guy
-He's very sassy. Like seriously you wouldn't think that this guy is horribly traumatized from experimentation. At least he can't die from it...he's immortal
-He's got different powers, pretty much all revolving around rifts and all that.
-When he's using his powers, or speaking for the Zero Point, his text is like this and he uses a special extra tag: #zero unleashed
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If something is written between [--], it means it's ooc!
Mun is 18, but there will be no nsfw, that's a big nono.
Do not utilize my content for AI. Do not even try to ask. The answer will be no
[Rules]
Under the cut, you will find some references on how he looks :)
- Inefficiency. The bane of Kor's existence. Geno had tasked her with preparing the cliffside cavern complex into a working base for himself and the new Order, and while she took the task gladly, she had been forced to carry it out alone.
Ordinarily, this would be preferable. But Kor had found herself dealing with a bizarre mishmash of abandoned personal security, internal hardware and software, and the most eccentric collection she had seen since Kado Thorne.
It had taken days to break down all the firewalls, disable and rewrite the security systems, sweep the internal files, and lock the entire thing down again under her command. Furthermore, relocating and disposing of the maddening amount of random useless junk was a task that had added days to her already lengthy operation.
Last, and certainly not least on the board, had been constructing, reinforcing, and securing a holding cell for the eternal thorn in her side - Subject 0204.
Inefficient. But, Kor reminded herself, Geno himself had entrusted it to her, and they both knew full well that she was the only person in this current remnant of the Order capable of carrying it out, efficiency be damned.
And now she was finally getting a chance to blow off some of the steam that had been building up over this project.
Geno had, after all, allowed her the leeway to subdue Subject 0204 by any means necessary.
The clicking of her heels echoed in perfect cadence off the vacant halls of the compromised old base, down the walls of the now almost empty prison wing. Only one room remained occupied now, and not for long. -
Verify: Kor, Acquisition.
- The scanner analyzed her cybernetic eye, and the door of the cell slid open. The Subject was already jumping to its feet, nervousness evident in its erratic movements. -
Ah! Visiting hours already? Or did I miss lu--AHK
- Its voice cut short as Kor slammed a concealed anti-rift collar around its throat. A click. The light blinked on. Engaged. The Subject could not escape. -
Th... The hell?! What are you--GAH
- Gasped words cut off, its head thrown back and impacting the wall. The Subject slid down the paneling and barely caught itself before it hit the floor. Not giving it any time to breathe, Kor grabbed a handful of the Subject's long blonde hair, ignoring its cries of pain and clawing at her hand as she hauled it up to its knees. -
You have been a waste of resources for far too long, Subject 0204. You should be glad I am not here to kill you.
NGH!!!
- Smiling, Kor jabbed an injector into the Subject's exposed neck, a paralytic agent immediately releasing into its bloodstream.
While she was here, she could at least collect some good data. The kind the former Overseer didn't have the stones to collect, it seems.
The Subject seemed to be growing a little stiff, its breathing labored, but the Zero effect on its body was glowing significantly brighter, and the toxin wasn't nearly having the effect it should. -
Immunity! To our strongest paralytic! Fascinating.
- Kor threw the Subject to the side, not even hearing its gasped curses, and drew her taser, firing an electric shock powerful enough to render an elephant catatonic directly into the Subject's stomach.
It screamed, writhing and convulsing, but when the charge stopped it was still lucid. So electricity wouldn't have the desired effect either.
Good. More fun that way. -
He told me to ensure you were virtually vegetative by whatever means I deemed necessary.
- Kor forced the Subject to look at her. Its eyes were dazed, but still furiously defiant even if unable to focus. -
Even if I had to resort to lobotomy. Tell me, 0204, will you force me to get my gloves that dirty?
- Fear. Finally, she saw fear in those eyes. -
You *huff* wouldn't dare *huff*... Bitch.
- The smile on her face turned cruel, and she leaned in to whisper in its ear. -
Your precious Overseer can't protect his little pet anymore.
- A whimper of terror. A weak attempt to struggle. It grasped at her throat, but lacked the strength to close its hand, instead scrabbling in vain at her collar. Failing that, it made a pathetic attempt to kick her legs out from under her.
Fighting back! How absurd.
Kor lifted the Subject bodily now by the throat and slammed her fist into its stomach, again and again. The lower ribs gave way, and the Subject screamed hoarsely despite the pressure of her grip. High on the feeling of release, Kor threw it to the ground, planting her heel in its side. -
Show some gratitude, 0204! Our leader has found a use for your worthless existence! You will be the basis of a new branch of science that will help us bring about his perfect vision!
- She straddled the Subject, a hand on its throat once more. -
Not that you will be conscious to see it!
- Kor slammed the butt of her taser down into its temple, and the Subject finally went limp. Dropping the taser, Kor released her grip on the Subject, leaning back and taking deep breaths to calm down.
She felt better.
A laugh suddenly erupted from her chest, a mad blend of relief, ecstasy, and hysteria. Geno would be so pleased with her! All these months of enduring this miserable creature's antics and goading, and it had all been worth it!
But she mustn't drop the ball now! Transport had to be arranged! This state of unconsciousness would have to be maintained! But that was fine. She had the preparations in hand. All they needed was to be executed. The Subject was already almost healed, technically. She needed to hurry.
As Kor stood, arranged a scrambler on the Subject's head, and lifted it to move to the transport, she did not see the faint blue wisp of a shape rising from the body. No, her attention was wholly on the mission ahead. -
They're lucky that I care more about Reality's safety than I care about an idiotic popularity contest... I'm still going to fight for them. Even if the one they chose would sacrifice any one of them for victory...
Alright, let go of your pride... we've still got an Omniverse in trouble to save.
They're lucky that I care more about Reality's safety than I care about an idiotic popularity contest... I'm still going to fight for them. Even if the one they chose would sacrifice any one of them for victory...
Alright, let go of your pride... we've still got an Omniverse in trouble to save.
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CAN'T YOU SEE THE BLONDE HAIR AND THE BIG NOSE!?!?!?!?
It's ME!! a JONES!!!! You like forgot me at an IO base with another Jones who's like an ASSHOLE while you were saving your SITUATIONSHIP!!!! I was stuck with the IO (and still am when i'm not outside) for YEARS!!!!
My mission was to get to the gyro controls flip the island. Order was the one who insisted on me getting Jones out, and I'm still on the fence about the wisdom of that decision.
Freeing every snapshot they had captive was not my priority. YOU were not a priority. The safety of Reality comes first.
... And I don't even know what a situationship is.
I'm so sorry your feelings got hurt. That's something I have to keep in mind when I'm saving reality, the feelings of a random snapshot.
I don't care if I'm your friend or not, or whatever cosmic objects are or are not your friends. I care about keeping you and everything you know and love from being destroyed in a single instant. You're welcome that you're still alive, by the way, something which would not be the case if the Seven didn't stop the IO.
Ugh, Reality 1 Google is the worst right now. Let me see...
...
Seriously?
You think I saved Jones because of THAT? I saved him because, for whatever reason, Order told me that he was important for the plan to succeed.
This is why I'm leader of the Seven. I stand in the gap so that you all can do things like have celebration parties, dance, goof off, and have relationships. I don't care about that. I care about the mission, first and foremost. That's. It.
CAN'T YOU SEE THE BLONDE HAIR AND THE BIG NOSE!?!?!?!?
It's ME!! a JONES!!!! You like forgot me at an IO base with another Jones who's like an ASSHOLE while you were saving your SITUATIONSHIP!!!! I was stuck with the IO (and still am when i'm not outside) for YEARS!!!!
My mission was to get to the gyro controls flip the island. Order was the one who insisted on me getting Jones out, and I'm still on the fence about the wisdom of that decision.
Freeing every snapshot they had captive was not my priority. YOU were not a priority. The safety of Reality comes first.
... And I don't even know what a situationship is.
CAN'T YOU SEE THE BLONDE HAIR AND THE BIG NOSE!?!?!?!?
It's ME!! a JONES!!!! You like forgot me at an IO base with another Jones who's like an ASSHOLE while you were saving your SITUATIONSHIP!!!! I was stuck with the IO (and still am when i'm not outside) for YEARS!!!!
