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【ｗｈｏ　ｗａｔｃｈｅｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｔｃｈｅｒ？】 elias.ic

【ｐａｐｅｒｗｏｒｋ　ａｎｄ　ｔａｐｅ　ｒｅｃｏｒｄｅｒｓ】 elias.aes

【ｔｈｅ　ｅｙｅ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ　ｉｓ　ｑｕｉｅｔ】elias.musing

【ｓｅｒｖａｎｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｅｙｅ】 elias bouchard

【ｌｅｔ　ｕｓ　ｂｅｇｉｎ】 elias.drabble

【ｔｈｅ　ｂｅａｔｉｎｇ　ｈｅａｒｔ】 elias.hc

Elias’s physical and mental capabilities that don’t come from serving Beholding, not counting his memories and experiences of course, are entirely dependent of the body he inhabits. So, while he is careful to choose a host whose disappearance or personality change wouldn’t be noticed, he also takes note of what they know and what they can do. 

For his current body, he noted the young Bouchard was just a young researcher just trying to get by without being noticed, getting high on his breaks to make the monotony and creepy things seem more interesting. He was a capable man, and one who chose to carry several large books and file boxes at once instead of making multiple trips. 

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.”

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”

I think.. my favorite think Elias has said was just simply “Be seeing you.” to Martin as he was being arrested. Because I know-- I just know-- he had that huge shit eating grin on his face because seeing them is literally all he’s going to do from his cell. The inside joke energy is so strong and I just love it. 

For Elias: Describe what you looked like when you were actually still you. What were you like as a person? What did people see when they looked at you?

Elias folds his hands across his desk, remained intact within the Institute as the panopticon stretches to the sky above him. Far above him is the body of Jonah Magnus-- his body. Seated at the top of the world, watching and observing everything. Preserved, still intact, though his consciousness moved through this current vessel. He was an old man, hair completely white though the hairline did not recede, thin, still wearing the loose shirt and pants he had put on that day he attempted the Watcher’s Crown. His eyes were shut, the lids sunken in without the support of the eyeballs themselves.

The current body, one such Elias Bouchard, was not much different, having been changed once Jonah took over. He was still fairly thin, but there was more of a build to this one, more bulk. He filled out the suits he tended to wear to work much better. His hair was much the same as well, slicked back, still perfectly in place, slowly starting to turn white with age and time. These eyes almost seemed to glow, bright hazels that could see for literal miles and beyond. He stared directly into the one standing before him, the one who had appeared to ask him such a question.

“I was a scholar,” Elias answered simply, reaching into his shirt pocket to take out a silver monocle and chain, “Possibly not much to look at, just another student passing through the streets. Unremarkable. But, I had a hunger for knowledge, a desire to see more. Things beyond out comprehension, outside of our understanding. It was what drew me to the powers that be, these entities, and eventually to Beholding itself. It Knows and it understands. I think... to an extent anyone who looked at me could see that. That I was beyond my time, beyond my age. They certainly kept their distance as if they did.”

He smirked, the wide smile spreading further and further across his face in an almost unnatural way as he placed the monocle in front of his left eye, “And they would have been right,” he said, almost gleeful, as he dropped his hand back down to the other, “I have not changed, nor have my goals. I believe one might have described me as ‘arrogant,’” he gave a laugh, “Superiority is earned now, isn’t it? Sitting here high above all the world and the fears that tear apart humanity. I am right where I deserve to be, what I have worked for.”

He leaned back in the chair, letting his hands rest across his lap, “Do enjoy your stay. It was a lot of work to get things to this state.”

Elias’s eyes are not gray in the sense that that’s the color they are. No, they are gray in the sense that they are old, worn, and certainly don’t belong in the head that they are in. The point of saying they were gray in context was just to emphasize the fact that they don’t belong, that they know more than they seem, that they are well worn and used. And....have been passed through honestly a few heads too many. The eyes are dead and grayed. The way a corpse starts to look the moment after death.