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For Elias: Which would you rather choose, to live forever aiming for the impossible or to die knowing that you can't succeed?
“The answer is obvious, because the answer is what I’ve done,” Elias held his hands to the side as he sat back, the wide smile spread clear across his face, “Aiming for the impossible is the life I chose serving my chosen benefactor. Its what we all choose. Aiming for the impossible doesn’t mean it can not be reached. To die accepting that I can’t? Unacceptable. Just look around at all I’ve done, all that I’ve accomplished.”
The world outside was screaming, delighting beings the humans suffering couldn’t even begin to understand. The sheer level of rising fear was a delight to all of those on the top. The watchers, as they were, could see all and know all, as the watched suffered their deepest, darkest fears.
“Aim for the moon, but land among the stars, hm?” Elias just gave a low laugh, folding his hands across his lap again, “The Eye is pleased. I have done the impossible.”
every week jonny sims breaks down my door, grabs me by the collar and screams ‘THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES IS A TRAGEDY’ and honestly thats very valid of him
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 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.”
Rosie: Jonah, there’s someone here to see you
Jonah: h̷̙̱̋̋e̴̖͛́ ̶̖̈s̴͙̒̕c̶̤̰̋͝ṟ̴̥̅͆è̵̫̳͘ă̶̧͗m̷̖͂͠ŝ̸͚̭̈ ̴̳̑̇h̴̤̑i̶̝̓s̷͖̯̐̉ ̴̟͚̓̊p̶̮̻̽͋ḭ̶̪̌̇t̷͈̒̎ͅç̵̀̉h̴̟͎́͊ ̸̮̆i̸̹͠s̴̩̈́ ̵̦͎̽l̶̬̀͌ó̶̙̒ẃ̷̳̫̉ ̷̗̍̆ả̶̲̌n̶̘̔̇ḋ̷͇̑ ̴̝͊͜b̴̛͙̥́l̴̨̻̎͊a̶͉̦͒̊c̵̮̔k̵̬̼͋͑ ̵̭̂͊ả̷̝̈́s̵̰̋̅ ̶̠͊ǹ̸̝̬i̷̫̺̋̚g̷͔̎̚h̵͉̿͑t̶̼́͜ ̵͖͎͆ţ̸̛͙̉h̴̢͂a̵̻̿̎͜t̴̹͗ ̶͇̜͑ḟ̶̲̊l̸̡̞̑̄o̸͎̒w̴͚̃͌s̵͈͌͝ ̴̠̜͗ȃ̵̰n̴͔̼̏͂d̶̰̦̊͌ ̶͉̦̓̚c̷̮͘h̵͖͘o̵̲̱̾k̶̹̲̎e̶̺̱̕͠s̶͙͓̄ ̸̝̆̒h̷̦͝i̴̤̎s̸̬̓ ̴̡̖̾̏w̵̝̓̔i̷͓̰̿ẗ̸̻͓͘h̷̫͍̍͘ė̶͜͠ŗ̷̘͝ē̴̝̹̚d̸͕̤̆
Rosie: Sorry he’s busy can I take a message
Jonah Magnus is just the pawn who got it right. He got what he wanted, alright, but the question is if he feels the cost is worth it?
|| "He won" doesn't mean Jonah got what he wanted, even though I believe right now he did. Jon told Martin not long ago that if it came down to it, the fight would depend on who the Eye chose since both Jon and Jonah feed off its power.
Jonah won because the eye chose him. And honestly, Jon could probably cut himself off from it and it wouldn't even matter. Jonah Magnus already won it's favor. The fight was over long before it began.
As soon as Jon said this line in MAG192 I was immediately reminded of this line, said by the Not!Sasha way back in MAG79 about Jon.
And this line where Jonah describes Jon as more “Archive” than “Archivist” in 160.
But it looks like Jonah was wrong. Not only is he not the king of this ruined world, he’s actually taken on the mantle he intended to give the man he’s been manipulating all this time. Jonah is now the Eye’s pupil, the conduit for all the world’s fear. After all, it’s right there in the transcript; Jon is still very much the Archivist.
The Archive is Magnus.
prev. / @institutetruther
Things in this new, changed world hadn't quite been what he expected. Turning the world into complete and utter fear, sure, but Elias's own place within that world wasn't what he anticipated. Though, in a way it was far superior. Never had he imagined how good it would feel to see everything to such an extent. All that fear flowed through him, spilling out in words he couldn't even stop it if he wanted to. His free will had been taken away almost entirely. Almost. His mind at least still seemed to exist separately from the body that told fears without pause. A gift? Perhaps. Or maybe Beholding simply dubbed it unnecessary. It got what it wanted of him after all.
His mind turned towards something in the distance, something that seemed familiar somehow. It was fuzzy, the blurry image of a domain that was guarded, but not entirely protected from the Eye's all seeing gaze. The protection around the house almost felt... Bitter. As if out of spite did it hide itself. Perhaps that would explain the energy he felt. Curious... If Elias put his mind to it, could he throw it there?
He focused, distancing himself from the cacophony of fear he could hear from his own mouth. It was a flicker, a fragment of a mind controlled, but he could see beyond himself. Once he managed to let go, he opened his eyes to the dark of the house. It was mostly unremarkable, but the place stunk of the Stranger. It was a sure confirmation to what he had expected, to who he believed was the one watching this domain.
"Well, this is a surprise," Elias's voice was distant and present all at once, even as his form seemed to only exist in a ray of light from the sky, "Tim. I never imagined I'd see you again. Let alone that you would have somehow survived... Well, you know." The smile on Elias's face was clear from any angle. As he spoke, there almost seemed to be whispers of fear still spilling from him, evident he wasn't completely separate from himself.
So tell me, Elias. What are you afraid of?
In light of episode 193, there will potentially be a special au for Elias. It honestly really depends on the rest of the third act.
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.
[REDACTED] : MULTIVERSE CONFIRMED MEANS I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT. BLIND ELIAS CUT OFF FROM THE EYE? YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.
Okay but if their plan doesn't work, then what? Everyone dies, but Jon is left alone to end the world himself. Can you just imagine
In light of the end of TMA, I would like to point out that my post canon verse for Elias is possible because the End took pity on him. It took Jonah, but left the vessel to live out the rest of his days, however short.
anyway Elias said he lived what could be counted as thousands of lives in one and it was all worth it so I count it as a win for him
a dream at the end of the world, or something
Pupil of the Beholding
Commission for @pluralismajestatis
I terribly apologise for my wretched mind
