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"Yes, I quite imagine you are," Elias mused, his mostly flat tone not bothered by the fact he'd interrupted him, "There's no need for the tone, I was simply stopping down to check how you're doing."

Jon's progress was slow, but it was still progress. Still a ways off from the next mark, and yet closer all the time. If only he would give in and just listen, really listen, to what was being given to him. It could be truly spectacular.

"You resist too much. If you continue as you are, you will never get through enough," Elias just sighed, "You know that."

ANGY

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Elias didn’t move. He continued to stare at Jon, looking directly into his eyes. He knew what he could see in the Archivist. But, did Jon understand what was looking back? Could he feel that weight bearing down on him as the Ceaseless Watcher gazed on him through those seemingly ageless eyes? No, no Jon wasn’t quite there yet. This discomfort came simply from the man standing over him, the one who killed Jurgen Lietner in Jon’s office and framed him for it. The boss breathing down his neck about his work. Slowly, letting the moment drag on as he pulled his hands back, he backed off. He straightened himself, smoothing out his shirt before just letting his hands hang at his sides.

“My apologies,” he responded simply, taking a step back, “I’ll let you get back to it,” his eyes left from Jon’s now to look over the crate of tapes beside him, how seemingly random they were. It didn’t seem like they would help on the surface, even Elias was sure of that. He looked back to Jon again as he started to turn for the door, “Keep looking. Maybe something will... stand out for you.” 

With that, he walked out of the door, closing it behind him, the audible click of his heels loud, echoing until he was back up to the main floor.

jon saying that most of the other archivists went a similar way to gertrude implies that jonah magnus had a habit of murdering his archivists whenever they started to threaten to fuck his shit up. which is funny in contrast to how he presents himself as a enigmatic puppet master pulling the strings from behind the scenes when in reality the moment anyone starts to pose a threat to him he’s like “oh god oh fuck guess it’s uhhhh time for some brutal pipe murder”

For everyone: Cookies with raisins or nah?

“I’m not much of a sweets guy, even less of raisins,” Jordi just shrugged, folding his arms across his chest, “As a concept? Sure, go nuts.”

Dusan waved his hand to the side, “I don’t have any issue with them, but it’s not as if I eat cookies too much. Gotta watch my figure, you know?” He smirked, gesturing to his waist, obviously thin in his tight sweats. He’s proud of himself. 

“All of the above,” Elias just nodded once, “However, it is quite rude to tempt one if you have no biscuits to offer. I suggest you fix that before you return.”

There was a sort of loud hum from Zenyatta’s systems as the sensors on his head flickered sporadically for a moment, “I can not eat them, but I do enjoy baking them. Many I have met enjoy oatmeal raisin cookies. It is a delight to see their smiles when they smell them baking.”

The young Five just tapped his foot, his head tilting to the side as he considered the question, “I prefer chocolate, but after so many years spent alone with only cans of beans to sustain me, I’m not particularly picky anymore.”

Day to day

He arrives with the sun rising behind the clouds as the morning begins. Hand grazing along the frame of the door as he opens it for the day. The first few researchers, as well as Rosie who works the front desk, would arrive within the hour to start their day. Until then, the institute stood quiet and looming.

The building itself was never very obvious, a simply built structure with an unassuming story. Most of the denizens of London barely gave it a second glance, many writing off the paranormal has nothing more than simple stories we tell to freak each other out. Even less had a favorable view of the Institute ever since they had files leak years ago. It took some long years to build up their reputation again, but it seemed they had gotten somewhere at least where they were invisible once more. 

Invisible, the ceaseless watcher observing from the shadows, as it always had. Beholding the world and all it tried to hide. 

Elias paused in the stairwell before heading up to his office. He didn’t have to focus for very long, gazing down those stairs into the basement. Into his archives. He knew his Archivist was down there starting early as he tended to do these days, trying to organize an impossible mess his predecessor had left for him. He was determined, Elias had to hand that to him. potential shown bright in him, and the Eye was certainly pleased. Afraid as he might have been, as he might have tried to hide, he pressed on. 

The smile spread far across his cheeks, lifting to his eyes as Elias turned to ascend further, “Another day, another statement, eh Jon?” he simply chuckled to himself as he headed to prepare for the day. There was some more filing to be done.