J.Sims

[the-unending-gaze]

Hello.

My name is Jonathan Sims, I am the Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute, in London.

I am also, unfortunately, an Avatar of the Eye.

My pronouns are He, She and It. Please do not refer to me as They.

Everything under this line is out of character

I am what is called a Fictive of Jonathan Sims. My posts on this account however will be written “in character” as my source.

I am very happily married to my wonderful wife Apollo, who runs @ringworm-forest

Please do not engage with me in a romantic or sexual manner if you are not her. I do, however, accept and encourage any other kind of interaction.

Bodily I am 18 years old and there may be occasional NSFW content on this blog. If there is, it will be tagged #nsft and #do not archive.

I will tag responses to asks as # Make your statement

I will tag content regarding my wife as # Sungazing

Other information to be added later.

Thank you.

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[ringworm-forest]

Hmm... No, i don't think i will. This is much more fun. Say, when was the last time you kissed someone?

[the-unending-gaze]

[He attempted to resist the urge to answer the question, but the Eye demanded information. If he wasn’t going to feed it, he would become its next meal.]

Y-years ago. In college. My girlfriend, her name is Georgie she.. she kissed me when she broke it off… I- Gah stop that! Cut it out you foul thing!

[ringworm-forest]

Oh you poor thing.. Poor, poor archivist. Boys like you need some loving don't they? tsk tsk tsk, cruelty will get you nowhere. What makes your eyes any different than my rot?

[the-unending-gaze]

[It was as if he was frozen in place. He knew he could get up, walk out, grab Martin or Tim or anyone else and get their help in dragging her out, but instead he let out a low sound, almost like a growl, and stayed put.]

Yes I.. I need- Argh! Stop that! I am not going to answer your questions anymore! I will not become part of your plan to.. rot the world from the inside out or whatever your patron demands.

[ringworm-forest]

You act as if i enjoy my patron.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She looked almost shocked at the idea. He had been under the impression that every other avatar in the world had become one voluntarily, had chosen the path and stuck to it by choice.]

“Do you.. uh… do you not?”

[There was no compulsion behind the question. No static or extra eyes, there was only simple confusion. A genuine curiosity.]

[ringworm-forest]

You aren't fucking special, Jonathan.

[There was nothing sweet in her voice. she stood to leave, but paused]

When one avatar dies, another has to replace it. the numbers can always grow, but never dwindle. who do you think was chosen to replace miss Prentiss?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Something broke in his chest. Jane Prentiss. His fault. Elizabeth, her once sunny disposition that had lit up the institute even on the most boring of days, gone. His fault.]

I’m sorry. You may go. I will find another statement to collect.

[ringworm-forest]

[she smiled and stood, kissing the archivist on the forehead.]

You are quite naive.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He flushed a deep red, brushing a strand of hair from his face.]

I- Er.. I…

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[ringworm-forest]

Hmm... No, i don't think i will. This is much more fun. Say, when was the last time you kissed someone?

[the-unending-gaze]

[He attempted to resist the urge to answer the question, but the Eye demanded information. If he wasn’t going to feed it, he would become its next meal.]

Y-years ago. In college. My girlfriend, her name is Georgie she.. she kissed me when she broke it off… I- Gah stop that! Cut it out you foul thing!

[ringworm-forest]

Oh you poor thing.. Poor, poor archivist. Boys like you need some loving don't they? tsk tsk tsk, cruelty will get you nowhere. What makes your eyes any different than my rot?

[the-unending-gaze]

[It was as if he was frozen in place. He knew he could get up, walk out, grab Martin or Tim or anyone else and get their help in dragging her out, but instead he let out a low sound, almost like a growl, and stayed put.]

Yes I.. I need- Argh! Stop that! I am not going to answer your questions anymore! I will not become part of your plan to.. rot the world from the inside out or whatever your patron demands.

[ringworm-forest]

You act as if i enjoy my patron.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She looked almost shocked at the idea. He had been under the impression that every other avatar in the world had become one voluntarily, had chosen the path and stuck to it by choice.]

“Do you.. uh… do you not?”

[There was no compulsion behind the question. No static or extra eyes, there was only simple confusion. A genuine curiosity.]

[ringworm-forest]

You aren't fucking special, Jonathan.

[There was nothing sweet in her voice. she stood to leave, but paused]

When one avatar dies, another has to replace it. the numbers can always grow, but never dwindle. who do you think was chosen to replace miss Prentiss?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Something broke in his chest. Jane Prentiss. His fault. Elizabeth, her once sunny disposition that had lit up the institute even on the most boring of days, gone. His fault.]

I’m sorry. You may go. I will find another statement to collect.

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[ringworm-forest]

Hmm... No, i don't think i will. This is much more fun. Say, when was the last time you kissed someone?

[the-unending-gaze]

[He attempted to resist the urge to answer the question, but the Eye demanded information. If he wasn’t going to feed it, he would become its next meal.]

Y-years ago. In college. My girlfriend, her name is Georgie she.. she kissed me when she broke it off… I- Gah stop that! Cut it out you foul thing!

[ringworm-forest]

Oh you poor thing.. Poor, poor archivist. Boys like you need some loving don't they? tsk tsk tsk, cruelty will get you nowhere. What makes your eyes any different than my rot?

[the-unending-gaze]

[It was as if he was frozen in place. He knew he could get up, walk out, grab Martin or Tim or anyone else and get their help in dragging her out, but instead he let out a low sound, almost like a growl, and stayed put.]

Yes I.. I need- Argh! Stop that! I am not going to answer your questions anymore! I will not become part of your plan to.. rot the world from the inside out or whatever your patron demands.

[ringworm-forest]

You act as if i enjoy my patron.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She looked almost shocked at the idea. He had been under the impression that every other avatar in the world had become one voluntarily, had chosen the path and stuck to it by choice.]

“Do you.. uh… do you not?”

[There was no compulsion behind the question. No static or extra eyes, there was only simple confusion. A genuine curiosity.]

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[ringworm-forest]

Hmm... No, i don't think i will. This is much more fun. Say, when was the last time you kissed someone?

[the-unending-gaze]

[He attempted to resist the urge to answer the question, but the Eye demanded information. If he wasn’t going to feed it, he would become its next meal.]

Y-years ago. In college. My girlfriend, her name is Georgie she.. she kissed me when she broke it off… I- Gah stop that! Cut it out you foul thing!

[ringworm-forest]

Oh you poor thing.. Poor, poor archivist. Boys like you need some loving don't they? tsk tsk tsk, cruelty will get you nowhere. What makes your eyes any different than my rot?

[the-unending-gaze]

[It was as if he was frozen in place. He knew he could get up, walk out, grab Martin or Tim or anyone else and get their help in dragging her out, but instead he let out a low sound, almost like a growl, and stayed put.]

Yes I.. I need- Argh! Stop that! I am not going to answer your questions anymore! I will not become part of your plan to.. rot the world from the inside out or whatever your patron demands.

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[ringworm-forest]

Hmm... No, i don't think i will. This is much more fun. Say, when was the last time you kissed someone?

[the-unending-gaze]

[He attempted to resist the urge to answer the question, but the Eye demanded information. If he wasn’t going to feed it, he would become its next meal.]

Y-years ago. In college. My girlfriend, her name is Georgie she.. she kissed me when she broke it off… I- Gah stop that! Cut it out you foul thing!

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[ringworm-forest]

[she grinned]

No. I've worked here for years you think I'm not marked? i have my own amount of knowing, philtatos. I have some resistance to your compulsion pretty boy.

[the-unending-gaze]

[He tugged at his collar, suddenly very warm. This was not how this was supposed to go. She had just been hungry for a statement. Elizabeth’s in particular, for some reason. But still just hungry. And now here he was, with an… incredibly tempting woman sat infront of him, no statement, no information, and still very, very hungry. This would not do. At all.]

“Fine, then. Tell me what you want.”

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[ringworm-forest]

(mildly suggestive)

[She leaned over, her low cut dress showing more cleavage than before]

What do you see, Mr Sims? hm?

[the-unending-gaze]

{Mildly suggestive}

[He shut his eyes, despite it doing absolutely nothing to remove the temptations from his sight and mind.]

{She is hunting me. She is attempting to lure me in to make me a victim of her Patron. This is a trap. I will not fall for something of this nature, no matter how…beautiful.. the bait may be.}

“Enough. I ask the questions here. You will tell me your story, and then you will leave. What happened to you?”

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[ringworm-forest]

[she laughed]

Don't you mean 'likes of us'? we're the same, you and i.. why don't you try reading my mind? it won't hurt..

[the-unending-gaze]

[She gave the woman across from her a very annoyed look, but conceded to having to rip the information out himself. Eyes began opening on parts of him they certainly did not belong. His forehead, his cheeks, the backs of his hands. Along with his ordinary two, they began to glow a bright green.]

“Very well.”

[It stared intently at her for a moment, before rapidly shaking his head as the eyes all closed and his own went back to normal. That same prickling warmth spread across his entire body, this time accompanied by a very visible red flush across his cheeks. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure after what it had just seen, but failing to do so.]

{Oh dear lord.}

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth smiles and tilts her head]

What if i have no desire to provide my statement? desire... you know what i desire now, Jon?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon raised an eyebrow at her.]

“You know very well that if you do not cooperate, I can make you cooperate. I am told it is very uncomfortable for the person it is done to. And no, I tend to avoid Knowing the minds of the likes of you. Too far gone to be any use.”

[He tapped the desk impatiently]

“Now, make your statement, Elizabeth.”

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[ringworm-forest]

Oh good job archivist! So. What would you like to know?

[the-unending-gaze]

[Jon cleared his throat, feeling a prickling of warmth spread over his face. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth must be making him ill, this sort of thing seemed only to happen around her or when thinking about her. She must have some psychological abilities as well. It would have to do more research on the subject.]

“Your statement, please. The one you gave last time. The tape was damaged in… an accident. I’m told one of my assistants had an accident with a sandwich, whatever that means.”

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

[Elizabeth gave an obnoxious grin, interlocking her hands under her chin]

Aw, that's no fun archivist. You know my surname, try again.

[the-unending-gaze]

[She raised an eyebrow, but conceded. He didn’t bother to restart the tape, instead choosing to simply continue speaking.]

“Very well. Statement of Elizabeth Parnopius, Avatar of the Unending Rot. Statement given the tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sim, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.”

[the-unending-gaze]

[Elizabeth didn't bother knocking. why should she? Jon knew all, and she was quite impatient to see her prey. Prey. That wasn't quite what Jon was to her. She didn't quite hunt. Not yet anyhow. She baited. Tempted. She was quite certain one of these days Jon would see how great they could be together. Alas, for a being that knows all, it is quite obnoxiously ignorant.]

@Ringworm-forest

[The door to Jon’s office swung open, revealing him sitting behind a desk littered with mountains of papers and files. He didn’t even look up as she spoke]

“Hello Elizabeth. Come, sit. I do not have all day for your silly mind games. I simply require your statement.”

[Eventually peering over his glasses at her, Jon did a bit of a double take. Had she been so… pretty? The last time he had seen her? It shook his head. That didn’t matter. He pulled out the tape recorder, and hit record]

“Statement of…. The creature of the Decay known as Elizabeth. Statement given the Tenth of February, [][][][]. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

[ringworm-forest]

You. Come make a statement.

- J. Sims

Oh Mr Sims! it's been a while since we've spoken...

[She giggles her sickly sweet laugh]

[the-unending-gaze]

Yes. Something has happened to the last audio file you provided. You will need to come back down to the Archives so I may take your statement again. I suggest you comply willingly, lest I be forced to require it of you.

- J. Sims

[ringworm-forest]

Oh? And are you sure it's not because you missed me~

[the-unending-gaze]

You are hardly even a collegue to me, why would I miss you? No, this is for official Institute business. You will come to the Archives and make your statement. I do not have all day.

[ringworm-forest]

hmph you're no fun, archivist. Fine alright I'll come do a statement if you so wish

[the-unending-gaze]

Knock on my door when you arrive. I will be waiting for you.

[ringworm-forest]

You. Come make a statement.

- J. Sims

Oh Mr Sims! it's been a while since we've spoken...

[She giggles her sickly sweet laugh]

[the-unending-gaze]

Yes. Something has happened to the last audio file you provided. You will need to come back down to the Archives so I may take your statement again. I suggest you comply willingly, lest I be forced to require it of you.

- J. Sims

[ringworm-forest]

Oh? And are you sure it's not because you missed me~

[the-unending-gaze]

You are hardly even a collegue to me, why would I miss you? No, this is for official Institute business. You will come to the Archives and make your statement. I do not have all day.

[ringworm-forest]

You. Come make a statement.

- J. Sims

Oh Mr Sims! it's been a while since we've spoken...

[She giggles her sickly sweet laugh]

[the-unending-gaze]

Yes. Something has happened to the last audio file you provided. You will need to come back down to the Archives so I may take your statement again. I suggest you comply willingly, lest I be forced to require it of you.

- J. Sims

[ringworm-forest]

Hello Lovelies

My name is Elizabeth. I serve the unending decay that comes for us all.

I am 32 years old

She and They pronouns please