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eyediotJONAHTHAN "JONAH" SIMS
Team
Sparrow
Sparrow
Age
36
36
Height
5'4"
5'4"
✧ Positive physical contact
✧ Talking with others for longer than 5 minutes
✧ Accept statements
✧ Make decisions
✧ Trying to martyr
✧ Lying about status
✧ Take statements
✧ Compel anyone
OOC INFO
Character Canon
The Magnus Archives
The Magnus Archives
Player Name
Space
Space
Player Contact
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spacemoth | spaceconfession#1557
Jonah is a PG AU where he never found Martin in the Lonely at the end of season 4, ended the world, then ended up in Sidereal where he met canon Martin, got to know him, got married, and settled. He's afflicted with the Lonely in a powerful sense and gives off his own cold chill to any nearby and can freeze himself overnight. He is also covered head to toe in various scars.
These scars include: pocked scars all over his skin. Any skin visible? Probably pocked scars. A thin scar across his neck, a very large burn scar on the palm of his left hand, a stab scar in his right shoulder, a different stab scar in his right hand. Not that anyone will likely see it, but he has a large scar in his left leg from a large animal bite, as well as a small scar in his left knee like someone jabbed something sharp and swirly in there. He also has a series of green handprints branded into his skin around his cheeks, chin, and mouth area.
If you need something answered, please private plurk only. Do not ping me in the discord during business hours. I do not see discord pings received during day time hours.
Jonah has a permanent opt-in post for his powers. If you do not opt in, his powers will simply not work on your character. Any time there's green text, he is speaking with audible static.
Threadjacking: Yes
Shipping: Maybe, but hard mode
Smut: No
Violence: Yes
Killing: Maybe
based on a code by 10billionghosts
INVENTORY
Date: 2023-01-30 04:18 am (UTC)Day 64 - Sparrow won Pretty Princess: won home item token, got a tape recorder and tape
Day 7x - Sparrow won: home item token, 50lbs of statements
Day 7x - Sparrow won: item choice. Took bear keychain that has small soundproof sphere when button is pressed. Works to keep anyone from hearing his Compulsion voice.
Day 84 - Sparrow won: obedience 3 charges item, home item token: used to get Eye fear wine from Sidereal
RECORDINGS
Date: 2023-01-30 04:50 pm (UTC)Night 64
Date: 2023-01-31 04:17 am (UTC)Martin....
I'm sorry.
I wasn't supposed to- I-it wasn't. Supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to leave. I didn't try to, I didn't- I- didn't do this by choice. I didn't want to ever break my promise to you.
There are... others here. This place. It's.... not good. It isn't the Apocalypse either, but. It isn't home. It isn't our home. A group of people. summoned by some sort of snake god where our conflict and suffering feeds it and gradually drains our souls.
There's a ...concept, isn't it? Me, having a soul. It's odd. It feels... wrong. of me to have. I shouldn't have one, I-i'm not supposed to anymore.
[A long beat, the tape just running for a few beats.]
I'm sorry. M-my thoughts got away from me a bit. But the others summoned here, they're all... Split into teams. Eight teams of eight, though it seems the individuals themselves rotate in and out a bit, some more than others. They're all... It's quite amusing, actually, but they're all named after woodland creatures. You'd think it's cute, but they happen to all be things snakes eat. Rabbit, Snail, Finch, Salamander, Mouse, Chipmunk, Robin's Egg, Sparrow... That. That's the ...group I was sorted to. Sparrow.
The days are.... Quite long. And it seems every few days, there are situations the teams are put into, forced to be in conflict. The one I was thrust into was simple enough. A bracket style tournament where two individuals are put in an empty room with a button. The goal being, of course, to simply press the button before the other person. The first person I was with I-i think was rather young. But she did attack me. We scuffled a bit, I sliced at her hand before she could do further damage to me. M-my powers were... not working. So I couldn't heal immediately, and I couldn't see well. I think I sliced her fingers quite badly. But I was able to proceed to the next room. And there was. I-i knew him, I'd met him outside the scenario. A child. He shouldn't be here, really. He's suffered enough. I was... tired. I'd taken injury in the previous round, and my leg was- I-it still aches when the Eye isn't active, you know? It ached terribly. So instead, we sat and talked a bit.
He'd made a promise to help someone important to him. And he needed to proceed in order to do it. So I... I let him win. I also thought... I thought you would... not want me to hurt a young boy. He went through, and I lost and was... buried alive. [He chuckles weakly to himself at that.] In a pine box under the ground. I lay there for a bit, I-i don't know how long. It was not any worse than the actual Buried. I could still move a little bit. The others managed to dig me out when it was over. I-i wasn't seriously hurt.
[Another few beats. He's clearly thinking about something before he speaks again.]
It feels wrong. I shouldn't be in a house with strangers, certainly not ones that seem to genuinely care about the wellbeing of others. I-i don't... I know you would disagree, but I don't deserve that. Certainly not the kindness of strangers. The people here, they don't... Know about the Fears. Or about Avatars or the Apocalypse. They've never heard of the Archivist. They're all so.... blissfully, bloody ignorant on all of it. They should be able to stay that way. Away from me. I'll just... ruin this world too. I'm not sure what the Web wants, except maybe they were all starving at our home and used whatever means the Mistress could to drag me here so they can all feed again. There was... so much suffering after that scenario, Martin. I couldn't stay in the room for too long, or I would've... I-i would have. Done my usual. You know how it goes.
...I'm sorry. This is... a lot. I don't even know if you'll ever hear this, if the way Sidereal works will get this to you. All the same, it feels better talking to this than... any of them. Not for anything they lack, I just... You know me. Always felt better talking to these things, even if it wasn't my choice.
I miss you. I don't know if I'm supposed to do something here or let them loose on another world. I don't- Martin, I don't want to do that. I'll do my best to keep it contained. I'm trying to keep my promise to you to not perceive anyone, not actively. I swore to you I wouldn't anymore. So I'll do my best to keep my eyes on my own plate, as it were. And. And if I can find a way out of this place back home... I will. First chance I get. There's no use getting attached here. You're what matters, and I'll do whatever it takes to get back to you, love.
[click]
Night 70
Date: 2023-02-26 10:21 am (UTC)It's. It's all gotten complicated. There are... other gods here.
I'll back up a bit.
A young man who, despite origin and appearance, could very well be Tim as a rebellious youth, and another young man both set the forest surrounding our enclosure on fire. It was sudden, but I believe it may have been something they planned for some time with the sheer volume of fuels used - blankets, wood, anything they could get their hands on. In retaliation, the snake god here attacked certain individuals. It... warped their personalities. Some in small ways while others in very large ways. Only one aspect of themselves, it seems, to their logical extremes without restraint.
Another god appeared. Requested the rest of our help to return their natural state by - god. You'll love this. [Said in a tone that very much is sarcastic.] By walking through their dreams to their heart and ridding it of the corruption.
Dreamwalking.
It sounds as though some walked through many different people's hearts, I only walked through one. A man only a few years my junior, quite bright really. But very ill, despite his attempts to repair the damage done to his body. He hasn't told me as such, and I didn't perceive it, but it was clear from his heart what happened. It was... It was odd. Walking through someone's dream and not only being able to actually affect it, but to help rather than... watching.
From speaking with him after, it did sound like I and a few others were able to truly help him. I suppose I should give the credit to the others who ventured through the dream. I don't know much good I did, really.
But the problem. The complication happened today, after we'd all rested.
I-
Another you. Another you is here. He'd been here before, apparently, then disappeared for some time and reappeared today. I thought when I felt your, ah. Well. Your satnav signal ping to me, as it were, that it was you, obviously. Which would have been odd in hindsight considering what we did to relieve you. But he is here. I spoke with him and the last thing he remembers was me asking him to run away with me in your office... and turning me down.
[He can't help how his tone saddens at the memory himself. He knows he and his husband have talked about this at length and come to terms with the misunderstanding, but all the same.]
I'm not sure if it's better or worse that those on my 'team' [and Martin can practically hear the air quotes at that word] are exhibiting abilities they have. [His breathing hitches as he... thinks about this. Would it do to worry Martin more?] One is a young girl who is very much a werewolf. She seems to mean no harm, and sounds as though she is in full control of herself, but I can't help but wonder for how long? Another young girl can make a duplicate of herself that seems to act independently. It was odd since it did appear to be an exact copy without any differences but... You know. You know what I have to wonder.
...I'm sorry, Martin. I still haven't found a way back to you. I'm still looking. I haven't stopped. But... You'll understand if, while I'm stuck here, I look out for the Martin that is here? He's afflicted with the Lonely terribly, almost as badly as I am. You know how you always complained that you kept seeing more and more versions of myself, but almost none of you. I suppose you're out in other places instead of rotating through Sidereal. How about that?
But... To the point. There's no change in plan for me. Not when it comes to you. But I'll make sure no harm comes to him in the meantime. I love you, Martin. I'm still looking for a way out. I'll come home to you as soon as I'm able.
INVENTORY AND NOTES
Date: 2023-03-13 01:14 pm (UTC)overheard from snekmanji
Date: 2023-03-23 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-03-23 05:54 pm (UTC)