hey im zephyr bacunawa :) some people call me zeph though, use that if u want
he/xe/they, 19 years old, gay n trans ‼️
i like flowers, sandwiches, playing guitar n piano, drawing, and all that corny shit :)
please don’t bring up work when i’m not. actively at work
don’t like my boss but uh don’t tell him that and don’t look into it
sometimes i’m gone for a few days, don’t worry about it i just uhhhhh. get sick
yeah that’s about it :D thanks for stopping by
(info and rules under cut)
@iiinkos back here again! i have other tma rp blogs, and i’ve listed them in the pinned post of my main blog if you wanna check those out :)
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so. who is zeph? my oc obviously BUT! he’s also elias’ son (looks exactly like his mother except for the eyes) who ran away at 16 ooooo spooky
a post about his lore/general info about him can be found here :D
all you really need to know with him initially is that he was raised by jonah, he ran away at 16, and works at the magnus institute to try and prevent jonahs dumb bullshit
he’s also half filipino on his mother’s side because god forbid i not hit an oc with the filipino laser beam (his current last name is also his mother’s last name)
rules:
- suggestive content not allowed but you can allude to sex like if it's in a statement and it happened (ie. timothy hodge) but nothing direct
- you're allowed to interact with old posts, or start a new rp, or interact even if you aren't an p blog, or anything like that
- magic anons allowed but pls respect my boundaries
- flirting is allowed
- relationships technically allowed, i'm aroace tho so i can't promise that i'll do it that well
[she was currently sitting in a pile of statements, not even bothering to really sort them correctly, when she spotted the person.]
[that… wasn’t anyone she recognized…]
“Uh… hello? I don’t… are you here for ger- er- the archivist?” [she called over to the person. They didn’t look like anyone who worked here as far as she knew.]
”ooo…Kay…..” [she shrugs, getting up.] “what- whatcha looking for? I could probably find- no, this sorting system makes no sense… I could… point you in the right direction..?”
”ah, fair enough.” [she hummed, picking up a few of the files she had left on the floor and putting them up in a way that sort of looked like she knew she was doing. She didn’t seem too phased by this guy.] “I’m guessing the others know you’re down here then?”
”Marvin- oh Martin! The nervous guy who makes the really good tea!” [she snapped her fingers, remembering] “yeah I don’t see him all too often, I’m still a bit newer than the others-“
[she was currently sitting in a pile of statements, not even bothering to really sort them correctly, when she spotted the person.]
[that… wasn’t anyone she recognized…]
“Uh… hello? I don’t… are you here for ger- er- the archivist?” [she called over to the person. They didn’t look like anyone who worked here as far as she knew.]
”ooo…Kay…..” [she shrugs, getting up.] “what- whatcha looking for? I could probably find- no, this sorting system makes no sense… I could… point you in the right direction..?”
”ah, fair enough.” [she hummed, picking up a few of the files she had left on the floor and putting them up in a way that sort of looked like she knew she was doing. She didn’t seem too phased by this guy.] “I’m guessing the others know you’re down here then?”
[she was currently sitting in a pile of statements, not even bothering to really sort them correctly, when she spotted the person.]
[that… wasn’t anyone she recognized…]
“Uh… hello? I don’t… are you here for ger- er- the archivist?” [she called over to the person. They didn’t look like anyone who worked here as far as she knew.]
”ooo…Kay…..” [she shrugs, getting up.] “what- whatcha looking for? I could probably find- no, this sorting system makes no sense… I could… point you in the right direction..?”
[she was currently sitting in a pile of statements, not even bothering to really sort them correctly, when she spotted the person.]
[that… wasn’t anyone she recognized…]
“Uh… hello? I don’t… are you here for ger- er- the archivist?” [she called over to the person. They didn’t look like anyone who worked here as far as she knew.]
There is no need to apologise to me, ah... This is how one normally speaks, though I notice the linguistics are very different in the area, at first I thought it may be cast or class difference but alas... you'll have to excuse me on that notion. Are you certain you are unharmed, however? That was quite a fall.
Why, in London of course! From where did you fall? Surely you- unless it is a situation like one young miss Izzie? Were you thrown here by mysterious forces?
I am... one sir Barnabas Bennett. I do not mean to repeat my questions constantly, but are you quite certain you have no need for any assistance? A person such as yourself really should not be out on your own. Especially not at this hour, I should be heading home myself given my physical state...
I have recently been informed- I mean to say, it 2015.
[ He says it strangely, as if he doesn't quite believe it himself. A bit hypocritical for someone who's staring at Zeph as if wondering if there was something going on with him ]
you know, you aren’t gonna hide anything if you keep talking like that. and i’ve heard of you.
barnabas bennett, born 1779. you had a brother, and you were close with jonah magnus, for all the good it did you. got stuck in the lonely and supposedly died, but… nope. you’re here. congrats.
[ Barnabas looks angry for a minute, and then just tired. ]
I suppose you are here to torment me as well? Truly, is there such a crime as existing in the wrong time? And do not speak ill of those I associate with, if you have any problems they lay with me and myself alone.
I... [ He sighs ] I truly do not know. Even if I were aware, I am not in the habit of giving out information to strangers. Which I remind you, you still are, strange circumstances regardless.
I would ask you to enlighten me from where you learned such information, but I think that would only leave me more confused and paranoid than previous, so instead please refrain from any such details.
[ He's about to speak but hesitates, clearly unsure where to go in the conversation from here. Probably some old formality rule that doesn't exist anymore. ]
Admittedly, not much. Jonah- er, Elias is working on telling me things at a comfortable pace. You are awfully rude, are you aware? Asking questions such as this with no preamble. Has no one ever talked to you about such an unfavorable attitude?
…oh. of course you don’t know, he doesn’t say shit— fuck my life, fuck all this. you’re probably in so much danger right now. fuck my attitude, you need to leave him.
[ He's completely shocked by the vulgar language. And by this kid's audacity. The picture of victorian offense, if you will ]
Who on earth are you to dictate my actions? I am no danger whatsoever! No one in their right mind would listen to someone who speaks so- so foul! Jon- Elias is helping me, he has given me a place to reside and has been extremely patient throughout the entire process! What do you know of the man, to judge him so severely?
I do not care what he has become! I do not care for what he may do to me, nor what he may do to me, and certainly not for the words of someone I do not know who has no proof.
[ He's lying to himself. Too many people have been telling him to stay away, that Jonah is a bad person, but he refuses. ]
No- I do not need any proof. I am fine. I am no damsel in distress, and have no need for someone to attempt and 'save' me. I am quite firm in my beliefs. I doubt anything you present me will change the fact.
[zeph catches barnabas by his arm. they look into barnabas’ eyes, their eyes glowing a harsh green. xe speaks, and xer voice is staticky.]
stop stewing in your ignorance and look.
[barnabas’ vision is overtaken by visions. visions of jonah, unsettling his workers with personal details he shouldn’t know. intentionally making the personal information of his employees easily accessible to the public. that awful, horrible feeling of being watched that permeates every single room of the institute. feeding the rumour mill to make his employees feel insecure in their privacy.]
[then it shifts. a young man from an earlier time (but still later than barnabas’) working for the institute, lonely and scared. jonah calls him into his office, and says he’s getting a promotion. congratulations to him. then, before the man knows it, he is strapped to a table. jonah gouges both eyes, without care or caution. and he replaces them with his own.]
[a different scene. a girl, scared, hiding in a closet. there’s eyes on her arm. she’s trying her best to stay quiet, though the hyperventilating isn’t helping much. the closet door opens, elias behind it. his expression is cold, unlike the way it is when barnabas is with him. he tugs the girl—who is screaming, now—harshly out of the closet. he takes a knife and stabs out one of the eyes on her arm, and she screams louder—]
[ Barnabas actually does fall this time. Flat on his ass, too. He's breathing far too hard, still nauseous from whatever the hell that was, to the point he's briefly worried he might puke. There's tears at the corners of his eyes, not quite crying but he's still making that awful choking noise he does when he's about to. ]
What- what the hell? Why did you- how-
[ Barnabas is incoherent and extremely distressed. He isn't experiencing any anger or fear towards Jonah, however.
[ Barnabas doesn't even notice, he's too busy trying to get air into his lungs and stop crying in public like the coward he is. This is ridiculous. Why does it keep happening. The next time someone appears out of nowhere he's turning heel and running away. Eventually, he manages to choke out, ]
[ It takes a long moment of shutting his eyes and focusing to come up with a coherent sentence. ]
And this is supposed to... change anything? I already told you- I do not care for whatever he has done. I do not-
[ He pauses to recollect himself. ]
I do not care for what he might do to me. I would say I am sorry for whatever people might have faced because of him, but I find I hold no feeling whatsoever towards his actions nor who they affect.
[ Barnabas is still trying to blink the tears out of his eyes as he says this, but he still says it with a force. It leaves a rather confusing picture to draw conclusions from. ]
I do not need- believe whatever you please, I suppose. I get the impression you are not going to heed any words I say anyways. If that is all, good day to you.
[ He wasn't really planning on connecting with other people ( what need would he have? ) but at the sentence realises he truly does not have any close friends besides Jonah, which is awfully... lonely. He clears his head before he can properly go through the implications of that ]
There is no need to apologise to me, ah... This is how one normally speaks, though I notice the linguistics are very different in the area, at first I thought it may be cast or class difference but alas... you'll have to excuse me on that notion. Are you certain you are unharmed, however? That was quite a fall.
Why, in London of course! From where did you fall? Surely you- unless it is a situation like one young miss Izzie? Were you thrown here by mysterious forces?
I am... one sir Barnabas Bennett. I do not mean to repeat my questions constantly, but are you quite certain you have no need for any assistance? A person such as yourself really should not be out on your own. Especially not at this hour, I should be heading home myself given my physical state...
I have recently been informed- I mean to say, it 2015.
[ He says it strangely, as if he doesn't quite believe it himself. A bit hypocritical for someone who's staring at Zeph as if wondering if there was something going on with him ]
you know, you aren’t gonna hide anything if you keep talking like that. and i’ve heard of you.
barnabas bennett, born 1779. you had a brother, and you were close with jonah magnus, for all the good it did you. got stuck in the lonely and supposedly died, but… nope. you’re here. congrats.
[ Barnabas looks angry for a minute, and then just tired. ]
I suppose you are here to torment me as well? Truly, is there such a crime as existing in the wrong time? And do not speak ill of those I associate with, if you have any problems they lay with me and myself alone.
I... [ He sighs ] I truly do not know. Even if I were aware, I am not in the habit of giving out information to strangers. Which I remind you, you still are, strange circumstances regardless.
I would ask you to enlighten me from where you learned such information, but I think that would only leave me more confused and paranoid than previous, so instead please refrain from any such details.
[ He's about to speak but hesitates, clearly unsure where to go in the conversation from here. Probably some old formality rule that doesn't exist anymore. ]
Admittedly, not much. Jonah- er, Elias is working on telling me things at a comfortable pace. You are awfully rude, are you aware? Asking questions such as this with no preamble. Has no one ever talked to you about such an unfavorable attitude?
…oh. of course you don’t know, he doesn’t say shit— fuck my life, fuck all this. you’re probably in so much danger right now. fuck my attitude, you need to leave him.
[ He's completely shocked by the vulgar language. And by this kid's audacity. The picture of victorian offense, if you will ]
Who on earth are you to dictate my actions? I am no danger whatsoever! No one in their right mind would listen to someone who speaks so- so foul! Jon- Elias is helping me, he has given me a place to reside and has been extremely patient throughout the entire process! What do you know of the man, to judge him so severely?
I do not care what he has become! I do not care for what he may do to me, nor what he may do to me, and certainly not for the words of someone I do not know who has no proof.
[ He's lying to himself. Too many people have been telling him to stay away, that Jonah is a bad person, but he refuses. ]
No- I do not need any proof. I am fine. I am no damsel in distress, and have no need for someone to attempt and 'save' me. I am quite firm in my beliefs. I doubt anything you present me will change the fact.
[zeph catches barnabas by his arm. they look into barnabas’ eyes, their eyes glowing a harsh green. xe speaks, and xer voice is staticky.]
stop stewing in your ignorance and look.
[barnabas’ vision is overtaken by visions. visions of jonah, unsettling his workers with personal details he shouldn’t know. intentionally making the personal information of his employees easily accessible to the public. that awful, horrible feeling of being watched that permeates every single room of the institute. feeding the rumour mill to make his employees feel insecure in their privacy.]
[then it shifts. a young man from an earlier time (but still later than barnabas’) working for the institute, lonely and scared. jonah calls him into his office, and says he’s getting a promotion. congratulations to him. then, before the man knows it, he is strapped to a table. jonah gouges both eyes, without care or caution. and he replaces them with his own.]
[a different scene. a girl, scared, hiding in a closet. there’s eyes on her arm. she’s trying her best to stay quiet, though the hyperventilating isn’t helping much. the closet door opens, elias behind it. his expression is cold, unlike the way it is when barnabas is with him. he tugs the girl—who is screaming, now—harshly out of the closet. he takes a knife and stabs out one of the eyes on her arm, and she screams louder—]
[ Barnabas actually does fall this time. Flat on his ass, too. He's breathing far too hard, still nauseous from whatever the hell that was, to the point he's briefly worried he might puke. There's tears at the corners of his eyes, not quite crying but he's still making that awful choking noise he does when he's about to. ]
What- what the hell? Why did you- how-
[ Barnabas is incoherent and extremely distressed. He isn't experiencing any anger or fear towards Jonah, however.
[ Barnabas doesn't even notice, he's too busy trying to get air into his lungs and stop crying in public like the coward he is. This is ridiculous. Why does it keep happening. The next time someone appears out of nowhere he's turning heel and running away. Eventually, he manages to choke out, ]
[ It takes a long moment of shutting his eyes and focusing to come up with a coherent sentence. ]
And this is supposed to... change anything? I already told you- I do not care for whatever he has done. I do not-
[ He pauses to recollect himself. ]
I do not care for what he might do to me. I would say I am sorry for whatever people might have faced because of him, but I find I hold no feeling whatsoever towards his actions nor who they affect.
[ Barnabas is still trying to blink the tears out of his eyes as he says this, but he still says it with a force. It leaves a rather confusing picture to draw conclusions from. ]
There is no need to apologise to me, ah... This is how one normally speaks, though I notice the linguistics are very different in the area, at first I thought it may be cast or class difference but alas... you'll have to excuse me on that notion. Are you certain you are unharmed, however? That was quite a fall.
Why, in London of course! From where did you fall? Surely you- unless it is a situation like one young miss Izzie? Were you thrown here by mysterious forces?
I am... one sir Barnabas Bennett. I do not mean to repeat my questions constantly, but are you quite certain you have no need for any assistance? A person such as yourself really should not be out on your own. Especially not at this hour, I should be heading home myself given my physical state...
I have recently been informed- I mean to say, it 2015.
[ He says it strangely, as if he doesn't quite believe it himself. A bit hypocritical for someone who's staring at Zeph as if wondering if there was something going on with him ]
you know, you aren’t gonna hide anything if you keep talking like that. and i’ve heard of you.
barnabas bennett, born 1779. you had a brother, and you were close with jonah magnus, for all the good it did you. got stuck in the lonely and supposedly died, but… nope. you’re here. congrats.
[ Barnabas looks angry for a minute, and then just tired. ]
I suppose you are here to torment me as well? Truly, is there such a crime as existing in the wrong time? And do not speak ill of those I associate with, if you have any problems they lay with me and myself alone.
I... [ He sighs ] I truly do not know. Even if I were aware, I am not in the habit of giving out information to strangers. Which I remind you, you still are, strange circumstances regardless.
I would ask you to enlighten me from where you learned such information, but I think that would only leave me more confused and paranoid than previous, so instead please refrain from any such details.
[ He's about to speak but hesitates, clearly unsure where to go in the conversation from here. Probably some old formality rule that doesn't exist anymore. ]
Admittedly, not much. Jonah- er, Elias is working on telling me things at a comfortable pace. You are awfully rude, are you aware? Asking questions such as this with no preamble. Has no one ever talked to you about such an unfavorable attitude?
…oh. of course you don’t know, he doesn’t say shit— fuck my life, fuck all this. you’re probably in so much danger right now. fuck my attitude, you need to leave him.
[ He's completely shocked by the vulgar language. And by this kid's audacity. The picture of victorian offense, if you will ]
Who on earth are you to dictate my actions? I am no danger whatsoever! No one in their right mind would listen to someone who speaks so- so foul! Jon- Elias is helping me, he has given me a place to reside and has been extremely patient throughout the entire process! What do you know of the man, to judge him so severely?
I do not care what he has become! I do not care for what he may do to me, nor what he may do to me, and certainly not for the words of someone I do not know who has no proof.
[ He's lying to himself. Too many people have been telling him to stay away, that Jonah is a bad person, but he refuses. ]
No- I do not need any proof. I am fine. I am no damsel in distress, and have no need for someone to attempt and 'save' me. I am quite firm in my beliefs. I doubt anything you present me will change the fact.
[zeph catches barnabas by his arm. they look into barnabas’ eyes, their eyes glowing a harsh green. xe speaks, and xer voice is staticky.]
stop stewing in your ignorance and look.
[barnabas’ vision is overtaken by visions. visions of jonah, unsettling his workers with personal details he shouldn’t know. intentionally making the personal information of his employees easily accessible to the public. that awful, horrible feeling of being watched that permeates every single room of the institute. feeding the rumour mill to make his employees feel insecure in their privacy.]
[then it shifts. a young man from an earlier time (but still later than barnabas’) working for the institute, lonely and scared. jonah calls him into his office, and says he’s getting a promotion. congratulations to him. then, before the man knows it, he is strapped to a table. jonah gouges both eyes, without care or caution. and he replaces them with his own.]
[a different scene. a girl, scared, hiding in a closet. there’s eyes on her arm. she’s trying her best to stay quiet, though the hyperventilating isn’t helping much. the closet door opens, elias behind it. his expression is cold, unlike the way it is when barnabas is with him. he tugs the girl—who is screaming, now—harshly out of the closet. he takes a knife and stabs out one of the eyes on her arm, and she screams louder—]
[ Barnabas actually does fall this time. Flat on his ass, too. He's breathing far too hard, still nauseous from whatever the hell that was, to the point he's briefly worried he might puke. There's tears at the corners of his eyes, not quite crying but he's still making that awful choking noise he does when he's about to. ]
What- what the hell? Why did you- how-
[ Barnabas is incoherent and extremely distressed. He isn't experiencing any anger or fear towards Jonah, however.
[ Barnabas doesn't even notice, he's too busy trying to get air into his lungs and stop crying in public like the coward he is. This is ridiculous. Why does it keep happening. The next time someone appears out of nowhere he's turning heel and running away. Eventually, he manages to choke out, ]
[ It takes a long moment of shutting his eyes and focusing to come up with a coherent sentence. ]
And this is supposed to... change anything? I already told you- I do not care for whatever he has done. I do not-
[ He pauses to recollect himself. ]
I do not care for what he might do to me. I would say I am sorry for whatever people might have faced because of him, but I find I hold no feeling whatsoever towards his actions nor who they affect.
[ Barnabas is still trying to blink the tears out of his eyes as he says this, but he still says it with a force. It leaves a rather confusing picture to draw conclusions from. ]
There is no need to apologise to me, ah... This is how one normally speaks, though I notice the linguistics are very different in the area, at first I thought it may be cast or class difference but alas... you'll have to excuse me on that notion. Are you certain you are unharmed, however? That was quite a fall.
Why, in London of course! From where did you fall? Surely you- unless it is a situation like one young miss Izzie? Were you thrown here by mysterious forces?
I am... one sir Barnabas Bennett. I do not mean to repeat my questions constantly, but are you quite certain you have no need for any assistance? A person such as yourself really should not be out on your own. Especially not at this hour, I should be heading home myself given my physical state...
I have recently been informed- I mean to say, it 2015.
[ He says it strangely, as if he doesn't quite believe it himself. A bit hypocritical for someone who's staring at Zeph as if wondering if there was something going on with him ]
you know, you aren’t gonna hide anything if you keep talking like that. and i’ve heard of you.
barnabas bennett, born 1779. you had a brother, and you were close with jonah magnus, for all the good it did you. got stuck in the lonely and supposedly died, but… nope. you’re here. congrats.
[ Barnabas looks angry for a minute, and then just tired. ]
I suppose you are here to torment me as well? Truly, is there such a crime as existing in the wrong time? And do not speak ill of those I associate with, if you have any problems they lay with me and myself alone.
I... [ He sighs ] I truly do not know. Even if I were aware, I am not in the habit of giving out information to strangers. Which I remind you, you still are, strange circumstances regardless.
I would ask you to enlighten me from where you learned such information, but I think that would only leave me more confused and paranoid than previous, so instead please refrain from any such details.
[ He's about to speak but hesitates, clearly unsure where to go in the conversation from here. Probably some old formality rule that doesn't exist anymore. ]
Admittedly, not much. Jonah- er, Elias is working on telling me things at a comfortable pace. You are awfully rude, are you aware? Asking questions such as this with no preamble. Has no one ever talked to you about such an unfavorable attitude?
…oh. of course you don’t know, he doesn’t say shit— fuck my life, fuck all this. you’re probably in so much danger right now. fuck my attitude, you need to leave him.
[ He's completely shocked by the vulgar language. And by this kid's audacity. The picture of victorian offense, if you will ]
Who on earth are you to dictate my actions? I am no danger whatsoever! No one in their right mind would listen to someone who speaks so- so foul! Jon- Elias is helping me, he has given me a place to reside and has been extremely patient throughout the entire process! What do you know of the man, to judge him so severely?
I do not care what he has become! I do not care for what he may do to me, nor what he may do to me, and certainly not for the words of someone I do not know who has no proof.
[ He's lying to himself. Too many people have been telling him to stay away, that Jonah is a bad person, but he refuses. ]
No- I do not need any proof. I am fine. I am no damsel in distress, and have no need for someone to attempt and 'save' me. I am quite firm in my beliefs. I doubt anything you present me will change the fact.
[zeph catches barnabas by his arm. they look into barnabas’ eyes, their eyes glowing a harsh green. xe speaks, and xer voice is staticky.]
stop stewing in your ignorance and look.
[barnabas’ vision is overtaken by visions. visions of jonah, unsettling his workers with personal details he shouldn’t know. intentionally making the personal information of his employees easily accessible to the public. that awful, horrible feeling of being watched that permeates every single room of the institute. feeding the rumour mill to make his employees feel insecure in their privacy.]
[then it shifts. a young man from an earlier time (but still later than barnabas’) working for the institute, lonely and scared. jonah calls him into his office, and says he’s getting a promotion. congratulations to him. then, before the man knows it, he is strapped to a table. jonah gouges both eyes, without care or caution. and he replaces them with his own.]
[a different scene. a girl, scared, hiding in a closet. there’s eyes on her arm. she’s trying her best to stay quiet, though the hyperventilating isn’t helping much. the closet door opens, elias behind it. his expression is cold, unlike the way it is when barnabas is with him. he tugs the girl—who is screaming, now—harshly out of the closet. he takes a knife and stabs out one of the eyes on her arm, and she screams louder—]
[ Barnabas actually does fall this time. Flat on his ass, too. He's breathing far too hard, still nauseous from whatever the hell that was, to the point he's briefly worried he might puke. There's tears at the corners of his eyes, not quite crying but he's still making that awful choking noise he does when he's about to. ]
What- what the hell? Why did you- how-
[ Barnabas is incoherent and extremely distressed. He isn't experiencing any anger or fear towards Jonah, however.
[ Barnabas doesn't even notice, he's too busy trying to get air into his lungs and stop crying in public like the coward he is. This is ridiculous. Why does it keep happening. The next time someone appears out of nowhere he's turning heel and running away. Eventually, he manages to choke out, ]
