It was mentioned way back in iirc season 2 when Jon was on his paranoia arc! And shout out to Gertrude, knowing it was Jonah when Elias stopped behaving so stonery.
@@biancamlf288 omg I saw this and relistened and realised it was meantioned and I just missed it lmao thank you for telling me I miss stuff sometimes! Have a good day and stay safe :]
“You’re smart but you’re lazy” Growing up with ADHD, that hit me like a freight train. I was always good at tests and terrible at getting homework done.
I remember thinking we would probably never get an og Elias statement but then this episode dropped and yes! I love weed daddy Elias! Also the soft piano music when Elias thinks about his father *chef's kiss *
7 weeks till the end... Poor Original Recipe Elias. Kid just wanted a nice starter job, and some wanna-be immortal with plans for planetary domination/destruction took over his body... Edit: Also, I love the weird voice of James Wright on the recording it's so effective, and makes so much sense. After all, why wouldn't one minion of the Eye be able to call upon the voice of another minion?
@@cezar3169 I know. I'm just stubbornly refusing to listen to it till it gets to youtube. Only got into the series in January, so I'm trying to prolong the experience, lol.
@@sornyeilevente973 It was Jonah, but that was my point. Of course John would be able to channel Jonah enough for Jonah to voice himself, since they're both Eye servants.
elias! the man, the myth, the all-knowing, ceaselessly watching legend himself! trying to get a job and next thing you know you're reliving your life's trauma and getting caught up in some eldritch horrors weekend plans. it happens to the best of us. i also love the endless nightmare fuel ramblings happening in the background, really spices it up.
@@Catglittercrafts I have a follow up interview this Thursday and I'm about to die from the anticipation between the two haha. Guess I'll need to relisten to some TMA this week to psyche myself up.
I feel bad for the orginal Elias, he was a pothead looking for a normal job only for Jonah to look at him and decide to use his body next. Now it's confirm Jon is the Eye's favorite child.
First Rosie last episode and now a OG!Elias statement! I remembering people in this fandom waiting for this and making theories for such a long time. Really nice to get these before the end of the show^^
The double voice was *exquisite*. So creepy yet insidiously melodic. Its why Elias/Jonah is my favorite villain. Sad to see him go (I can see it coming by this point). Nice to see how awful he is to other people! Around Jon he was always seductive, grooming.
Alright don't hate me. I try to picture Elias as a child in the part with his father and I can only see what looks like a cartoony child that sort of resembles Elias, but also with that thin lined devil mustache that I've always imagined he's had. There is no version of Elias in my mind without that freaking mustache and I had to pause because I couldn't stop laughing
I mean man, I kind of figured the actual Elias would be a bit of a space case but I was not expecting "he knows I'm high" to come from it. Was sort of picturing that Elias would be speaking himself though, probably scared shitless of Jonah and just really without the backbone we've come to know from him. Even now, this will likely stand as one of my all tiem favorite episodes
I’ll have you know that I listen to this podcast with my dog and this was the first and only time she decided she wanted none of it and hopped off the bed and left the room. You guys scared my dog and I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned.
Okay so i promise i am scared for Jon but that is a little overshadowed by my amusement about the fact that the Eye just kinda is kicking Elias to the curb in favour of Jon lol. Moment of silence for Elias, getting kicked out of his job by a malnourished, sleep deprived twink with access too much eldritch power than is healthy
JONAH/ELIAS (BACKGROUND) - that stinks of hate and wafts to him with promise of the fast approaching corpse that bears his face and holds within its chest the promise of his own annihilation carved in gouges deep and ragged cutting clean through bone that cracked to splintered powder cast of empty blackened earth that is his home again but something’s wrong with what he see upon the door is written not his name but words that mean no more to him than jumbled symbols twisting in the edges of his sight that tries to focus on the emptiness around him but the mist that curls its bitter weeping ache around his legs that bristle up with shivered gooseflesh stained with red that’s not his blood whose blood he bled but this is not from him and yet he knows he loved this blood when once it beat within a heart that joined to his through choice or circumstance but now it stains his weeping edges scarlet gloating now of all the butchered ugly fates that might already have befallen what you still might boast he loves at hands that might be moved by others or that might just now be his what have you done what have you done what have you done what have you done why do you hear upon the gloating wind the screaming of his name as now he begs him please to stop the razor slicing through that flesh but there is nothing he can do from here upon the threshold to a house she almost knows to be a home but empty hollow and devoid of all the trappings that could once have given comfort to the pale and weeping shadow of her life that has been left devoid and faded at the corners like a photograph whose sepia-tinted warmth has drained to just a crowd of faceless staring strangers among whom once she stood to feel safe as houses no-one dares to enter anymore in case they trip upon the mouldy corpse of memories that once gave hope and now provide her nothing but a smile upon the face of something grinning at her sharply and with teeth like rows of hungry needles desperate still to stick through skin like cloth into a tapestry of suffering that billows in the wind and gusts like sails upon a wide and pitch black sea with no horizon in the distance calling one and all towards it with a pull that makes her stomach drop to know she can’t resist the waves that lap and drag her over and across the surface still as cracked obsidian but deeper that the world could ever dream as something wakes and shifts below they grab the wheel and cry in panic at their howling crew to ready for a harrowed doomed escape from what begins to rise below them- [FOOTSTEPS AS THE ARCHIVIST AND MARTIN PACE AROUND LOOKING UP AT THE FLOATING FEAR CONDUIT THAT IS JONAH MAGNUS, CHANTING AND CHANNELLING IT TO THE UNFATHOMABLE EYE THAT STARES DOWN FROM ABOVE] MARTIN What do you mean he’s won? ARCHIVIST I mean, he’s done it. He’s… ascended, become a part of The Eye. He’s… he’s beyond us. MARTIN [To Jonah] Just shut up! Christ! ARCHIVIST He can’t hear you. MARTIN So, so what? He’s not aware of us? Of, of any of this? ARCHIVIST No. Or if he is, it’s only as a miniscule speck amongst the flood of knowledge and fear that’s passing through him. He is become the conduit between this new world and the thing that watches it. It’s all running through him. MARTIN Sounds awful. ARCHIVIST To someone so close to it, I imagine it would be a state of… agonised bliss. I can feel it… the… completeness of it all passing out from him. I can see everything from here, and that’s still just a hint of what he must be feeling - MARTIN [Warning] John… ARCHIVIST - as he watches a man run screaming down endless dark alleys that close and crush and press - [RUMBLING SOUNDS START TO RISE] MARTIN [Hard warning] John… Stay with me. ARCHIVIST Sorry. I-It’s a, it’s a lot. MARTIN I, I can see that, but you need to keep it together. ARCHIVIST S-Sorry, I think… I can handle it. MARTIN Right, so what’s the play? ARCHIVIST … I-I’m not sure. MARTIN Well… we came here to confront Elias - Jonah - whatever! So, how do we do that? ARCHIVIST He’s too far gone. He’s barely even aware we exist. MARTIN And I’m guessing you can’t just destroy him like the others? ARCHIVIST No. God knows what would happen if I called upon The Eye to try and destroy a vital piece of itself. Best case scenario, nothing happens. MARTIN And worst case? ARCHIVIST No idea. An enormous explosion that destroys the world? We get torn apart, but still suffering or, or cast off to the edges of the fearscape, maybe? I, I don’t know. MARTIN Okay. So not that then. But… what about something, like, physical? ARCHIVIST I - What? MARTIN Look, I know it’s all about dream logic and metaphor and all that… stuff, but, y’know, what if we just… what if we just grabbed him and, y’know, pulled him down? Or just threw something heavy at him? ARCHIVIST Uh… I, I don’t… MARTIN Or, or, or, what about, um… That’s Elias’ body, right? I mean, yeah, they’re obviously Magnus’ eyes, but that’s still a Bouchard body up there so… so maybe Magnus’ original body is just still lying around here somewhere? That, that was a weakness before the transformation, so… maybe we could still use that? ARCHIVIST It’s gone. Ashes swept away by the winds of ecstatic terror. What you see up there is all that remains. MARTIN Right. [softly] Right, right, right. … Is the original Elias still in there somewhere? ARCHIVIST He’s, uh - MARTIN Maybe we could get through to him somehow? ARCHIVIST Ah, no, it isn’t that - Ahh… [CEASELESS CHANTING CEASES] [BACKGROUND STATIC LIKE RUSTLING PAPER ECHOES THROUGH THE CHAMBER] [STATEMENT STATIC RISES] MARTIN Again? But you just did one for Ro- [Realisation] Oh no…
[PANOPTICON SOUNDS FADE TO A TICKING CLOCK AND THE OCCASIONAL RUSTLE OF PAPER] ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) He recognises those eyes. He’s seen them all his life, watching him, judging him, cutting through him so no part of him was secret or safe. They peel away the armour, his carefree smile and practiced shrugs. They are the eyes of his father, and they stare at Elias over an old mahogany desk, sat in the face of a man who said his name was James Wright. His interviewer smiles with his mouth, but the eyes are the same. [JONAH/ELIAS IS A DARK, STATIC-VOICED ENTITY - EACH LINE A CRACKLING MIX OF DEEP INTONATIONS YET STILL CHARACTERISTICALLY ELIAS] JONAH/ELIAS So tell me, Elias. What are you afraid of? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) Elias Bouchard freezes in place. The question catches him completely off-guard. Why would he ask him something like that? Elias is applying for a research job - what the hell does that matter? “Why, uh… Why do you ask?” He gets the words out through a throat that doesn’t want to speak. JONAH/ELIAS In the Institute we are keenly interested in the anatomy of fear. Much that is stored here is disquieting. It is important to know if anything here might… upset you. ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) His mind races. He can’t tell the truth, obviously. Elias can’t look this man in the face, and tell him that he is what scares him. That his eyes, the curiosity and judgement that pulses out of them, they terrify him in a way he can’t put into words. He feels that prickly panic building in the back of his skull, that worry that spills through: he knows. He knows I’m high. The thought leaps to Elias’ mind for only a second before he remembers that he’s not. He hasn’t lit up all day, of course not, he’s got an interview. But even so, he can’t shake the familiar paranoia. He looks again at his would-be employer, who seems like he’s about to repeat the question. “Spiders,” Elias says quickly. “I’m afraid of spiders.” James Wright nods, the smile curling into one of satisfaction, though Elias is sure the man doesn’t believe him. Those eyes break contact for a moment, flicking up to the corner of the office where, at the edge of a bookshelf that sags with age and weight, a small cobweb has started to form. JONAH/ELIAS Very wise. A very sensible fear. ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) It is. Yeah, it is. But is it true? For a moment, Elias really can’t remember. Right here and now, the thought of a spider genuinely repulses him. The image of a scuttling, filthy creature, eight eyes glinting out in the darkness, crawls into his mind, and he shudders, looking away for a second. But the uninvited thought keeps going. He imagines the spider moving up his leg, his body, he imagines feeling its bristling hairs against the skin of his shoulder, his throat, his cheek. It’s spindly probing legs finding their way up his face. Elias can’t stop himself picturing that spider sat there, venom dripping from fangs that hang, poised over his eye. He can’t shut his eye. A cough from over the desk breaks his train of thought. His interviewer is staring at him, and all at once he’s back with himself, burning with embarrassment. Those eyes stare, impassive and stern as ever, but… is that a twinkle of satisfaction? As though he has been given him an answer he likes. The next question comes slowly, and Elias tries to squash down the fear growing in his chest. JONAH/ELIAS So tell me. Have you ever had an experience that you would consider supernatural? [MEMORY BRINGS UP THE BUZZING OF FLIES] ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) And immediately Elias is in that room again, fumbling for the light switch, smelling the coppery scent of old blood mixed with the crusty odour of a room that has been hot-boxed a bit too often. The memory is as fresh and vivid as the day it happened. He knows that Allan is dead, but he needs the light to be sure, to see it for himself. He finds it, and the switch feels slippery beneath his fingers. [SWITCH IS CLICKED, AND THERE IS THE SOUND OF DISGUST AND RETCHING] When the light comes on. Elias has no idea how much of the crimson that bathes the scene is from the blood on the walls, how much from the blood that tints the lightbulb, and how much is simply the shading of his memory. But he remembers so clearly what he was thinking as he looked at the what was left of Allan Schrieber: where are his eyes? What did they do with his eyes? “No…,” Elias tries to say, though his mouth is dry and his head is swimming. “No, I don’t, uh, I don’t think…” James Wright says nothing as another memory bubbles up from inside Elias, like the last scream of a drowning diver. [SOUND OF PAPER, PAGES TURNING IN A BOOK] Allan is in the library, irritated at the interruption, but happy to see a friendly face. The whites of his eyes are riddled with the crimson veins of sleeplessness, but his hand trembles with a feverish energy as he tries to explain the significance of the book he’s found. Even sober, Elias couldn’t have followed what his friend was saying, lost in layers of theological scholarship, but he smiles anyway to see the reserved young Allan so passionate about his subject. He looks at the book itself. It’s old, crumbling, with none of the usual college library markings. He asks Allan where he got it, and his friend doesn’t answer, instead glancing around with a sudden self-conscious suspicion. Elias shuffles round to get a closer look at the pages, then stops in confusion, as he realises that they are all blank. Allan only laughs when he says so. Was the laughter really that cruel? Or is it just the warping of memory, the past he tries to forget, mixed with the nightmares that came after, the faces he dreamed of seeing in those pages.
“Well, er…” Elias is shaking all over. “That is to say…” Another one. Allan is curled up behind the sofa in the living room they share. Elias stares at his weeping friend, bleary-eyed, trying to follow his housemate’s strange monologue, half-confession, half-conspiracy theory, half-urban legend. “It saw me,” Allan keeps saying, over and over again, “It saw me through the pages. And it’s coming.” He sees it, he says, in every mirror, every distant doorway, a silhouette on every skyline. Coming closer each and every time, finding its way towards him, step by step. “It has no eyes,” Allan sobs, “so it has to feel its way towards me. But it knows. It knows!” Elias has no way to comfort him. He can’t even understand what he’s talking about. And so on that, the last night of Allan Schreiber’s life, he just gets him high, and leaves him to sleep it off.. “I… don’t know,” Elias says at last. “You can never really be sure, can you?” Beyond that stretch of polished mahogany, so well waxed that his pale, sweating face is clearly visible, James Wright’s smile remains unchanged. JONAH/ELIAS Who indeed? Now tell me: why do you want this job? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) Elias tries not to visibly sigh with relief. This, at least, is a question to which he has prepared an answer. He clears his throat slightly, shaking off the lingering image of Allan’s body. ‘Well,’ he begins, ‘I’ve always had the greatest respect for the work put out by this institute on mythological traditions, especially some of the recent papers on Indo-European traditions which was very useful for my dissertation on -’ He stops. Those eyes. They know. They can see right through all his bullshit, right to the core of him. They know what he really thinks. A position in a small, obscure little academic organisation, the first step on a path to the position he actually deserved. This place could be anything, as far as he is concerned. Medical research, a grant foundation… it doesn’t really matter. So why choose the Magnus Institute? Barely known outside its own little sphere of influence, hardly respected among the wider academic community. [PIANO MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND] His father’s words came to him again, as they always had, through childhood, boarding school, university. “You’re a smart boy, Elias, but you’re lazy. You have every advantage that I and this world could possibly provide, and yet you insist on squandering them. Don’t think I don’t see you, looking at those other children with envy, as though their meaningless little lives could contain anything of substance, anything for a Bouchard to aspire to. You are better than them, and they know it. And it is your job to prove worthy of that distinction.” Elias’ stomach tightened at the memory, the fierce judgement in his father’s eyes. Even laid out in a casket, it was as if he had looked at Elias with disdain. What should he say? That he had no idea why he wanted this job? That he was all alone in the world, no friends, no family, nothing but the deep certainty that he deserved better. That he was destined to be important. That it was in his blood. Where had he heard about this job opening? Had it been in a newspaper? He knew no-one who worked here, but received a letter anyway inviting him to interview. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t even sent out a CV. Yet somehow he found himself sat across from this man whose smile hadn’t moved the whole time, and whose eyes seemed to know why he was here far better than he did. “I, uh,” Elias’ voice wavered, paused. “I’ve always had the greatest respect for the work put out by this institute on mythological traditions, especially some of the recent papers on Indo-European traditions which was very -” JONAH/ELIAS Enough. Tell me, why are you here? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) I… I don’t know. JONAH/ELIAS Were you drawn here? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) Yes. I was. JONAH/ELIAS Against your will? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) No. JONAH/ELIAS Then why did you heed the call? ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) Because… this is the place I know I should be. JONAH/ELIAS Good. The job is yours. ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) [STRANGE STATIC RISES. A FAINT REPEATING RUMBLING SOUND STARTS UP] Elias has the briefest of flashes, a sudden burst of terror, an image of himself, strapped down, helpless. The vanishing of well-known faces, and the harsh sneers that replace them as they stare at him. He cannot move. He cannot scream. What is happening? What is that he feels deep down his skull? What are they doing to his eyes? The presence, old and rotten, in his mind? He can do nothing but watch. [SOUNDS FADE] The moment passes, and Elias returns to himself. He tries to smile, and thanks his new employer for the opportunity. [STATEMENT STATIC RISES, THEN FADES AWAY INTO THE SOUNDS OF THE PANOPTICON] MARTIN You alright? That was… intense. [JONAH/ELIAS’ CHANTING NARRATIVE UNCEASES] JONAH/ELIAS (BACKGROUND) …as they look down to see the pitch black void of ocean getting darker still as something rises up that dwarfs the sky and yet they know it is the smallest tip of only one appendage reaching up splitting timber splitting steel splitting friends all into shapes and forms and spatters that don’t register as human even as the inky frozen sea pulls air out of their lungs because it is so cold it is so cold it is so coldly sneering as sticky strands pull taut against the flailing struggles as they try to pull away from what approaches in the distant edge of this colossal latticework of bone and sickly paste that twists and curls with each vibration of those fools like them now caught and wrapped and flailing in their heaving desperation not to see it looming over them with glassy eyes and fangs that drip with poison and the promise of the slow and steady agony of feeling all that was herself dissolved and broken down into the bitter pleading - ARCHIVIST Yeah… uhh… I just… uhh… MARTIN Was that… the real Elias? Is he still in there then? ARCHIVIST No… No. It was… an echo. The last spasm of a corpse. It-It’s far too late for either of them. MARTIN Damn. ARCHIVIST There was never anything we could have done. But I-I saw… MARTIN What? ARCHIVIST You were right. MARTIN About what? ARCHIVIST His body is vulnerable. At least to me. MARTIN … What’s the catch? ARCHIVIST I could kill his body, sever the link, break The Eye’s power, and Jonah Magnus would die. MARTIN Okay, that sounds good but…? ARCHIVIST But, that wouldn’t actually harm The Eye itself. And with him gone it would… it would choose a suitable replacement. MARTIN Oh. ARCHIVIST If we kill Jonah Magnus, I take his place. MARTIN Oh god. ARCHIVIST And I think… …that’s exactly what it wants. [CLICK]
@@The_Natalist I actually just copy-pasted the official transcripts from their website so I and others could read while listening easier, but thank you :)
I am glad we got a statement of original Elias the Pothead. RIP. He was a rich with no family or friends and touched by the Eye. Therefore he is weak to the Eye's avartars, both Magnus and Jon. Makes sense as always, love it. Also it is really interesting that the Eye has no eyes so they just use other's eyes!
Me noticing how much closer we are to getting to 200, the episode that broke me SDLKJFSLKFJSLHFSLD This statement tho is absolutely A RIDE learning who the original Elias was like and connects with what Gertrude and Eric said about him so like sdfhskajlsfhsd
"Enough. why did you heed the call?" "because this is where I'm meant to be..." IS NO-ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE NUANCE TO THAT INTERACTION? like, it could just be another part of the story, but it could be a break in character, Jon and Jonah speaking to each other, rather than just playing the roles of Elias and James
wee hee next time: the boys fight!!!!!!!!! i was using that scene for a time-travel fuck-it-up-further fic and i'm excited for the excuse to relisten to it!!!
Jon got the good oil. No Jonah body to be all stabby with, they can mess up Elia’s body, no Elias soul fragment to help them. Okay, thanks well timed knowledge dump.
Is it weird that I'm kind of jealous of whatever Jonah's got going on up there? Jon clearly is, too, I'm just. From an outside perspective- and that is the only perspective for that -it sounds kind of. Mm. Not relaxing? But good. Filling.
Yeah, Jon was drifting into a kind of envy.. And the fact he can feel the Eye daddy WANTING him to become its primary conduit/vessel.. Its not really sexual, but it feels like the enormity of that for Jon.
@@Badficwriter compulsive behavior and/or the threat of shame from a secret being revealed is a common tool used by mother of puppets to manipulate people
I got so used to Jonah!Elias that I forgot the real Elias was just a pothead with daddy issues and supernatural trauma
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EW.
I'm sorry but "he knows I'm HIGH" hit me like a train and I've been laughing for 30 minutes
Currently stoned on the bus and honestly, mood 😭
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BAHAHA SAME
Jonah's insane fear ranting is like the coolest thing and I love it. Really sets the scene
They finally got to my greatest fear of all:
Job interviews
Real. They are pure anxiety XP
I have been laughing for 10 minutes because of the fact the elias 'hello jon apologies for the deception' bouchard is a stoner
It was mentioned way back in iirc season 2 when Jon was on his paranoia arc! And shout out to Gertrude, knowing it was Jonah when Elias stopped behaving so stonery.
@@biancamlf288 omg I saw this and relistened and realised it was meantioned and I just missed it lmao thank you for telling me I miss stuff sometimes! Have a good day and stay safe :]
So nice of Jonah to voice-act his own lines in the statement. That's what I call dedication to the craft!
The implications… that Johnathan simply CHANNELED his voice.
“You’re smart but you’re lazy”
Growing up with ADHD, that hit me like a freight train. I was always good at tests and terrible at getting homework done.
Mood
You just have to find work you like, school is just to broad and boring
Same. This ep hit pretty close to home, didn't it?
“What are you afraid of?”
“Getting married for a third time.”
Ross?
Alright then, Ross Gellar
“The first two took everything, I haven’t a thing left to spare!!!”
I remember thinking we would probably never get an og Elias statement but then this episode dropped and yes! I love weed daddy Elias! Also the soft piano music when Elias thinks about his father *chef's kiss *
Dilly, dally.
weed daddy ... 💀
7 weeks till the end...
Poor Original Recipe Elias. Kid just wanted a nice starter job, and some wanna-be immortal with plans for planetary domination/destruction took over his body...
Edit: Also, I love the weird voice of James Wright on the recording it's so effective, and makes so much sense. After all, why wouldn't one minion of the Eye be able to call upon the voice of another minion?
idk if you know this but TMA ended 8 weeks ago iirc. You can listen to the rest on Spotify rather than wait for the End here if you'd like.
@@cezar3169 I know. I'm just stubbornly refusing to listen to it till it gets to youtube. Only got into the series in January, so I'm trying to prolong the experience, lol.
John isn't using Jonah's voice, it was Jonah voicing himself for the statement. At least I think.
@@sornyeilevente973 It was Jonah, but that was my point. Of course John would be able to channel Jonah enough for Jonah to voice himself, since they're both Eye servants.
elias! the man, the myth, the all-knowing, ceaselessly watching legend himself!
trying to get a job and next thing you know you're reliving your life's trauma and getting caught up in some eldritch horrors weekend plans. it happens to the best of us.
i also love the endless nightmare fuel ramblings happening in the background, really spices it up.
"He knows I'm high" caught me so off guard
Well, looks like Elias was a stoner all along.
How hilarious that I should listen to this to calm myself down just before a huge job interview, lol.
How’d the interview go?
@@Catglittercrafts I have a follow up interview this Thursday and I'm about to die from the anticipation between the two haha. Guess I'll need to relisten to some TMA this week to psyche myself up.
@@Catglittercrafts I got the job!
@@laurenivey congratulations!
@@micahconnor8954 Thank you TToTT
“He knows I’m high” as someone who’s come home multiple times after smoking weed those words are absolutely hilarious
I feel bad for the orginal Elias, he was a pothead looking for a normal job only for Jonah to look at him and decide to use his body next.
Now it's confirm Jon is the Eye's favorite child.
Elias Classic, Tim, and Sasha are canoeing and complaining about how awful Jack Magnet is as a boss
@@Observer_Decay That imagery is hilarious
*Tim voice *"Double narrator "
Omg! We're getting amazing lore left and right!
Dude Jonah's chant is actually sooo well done? Like, the rythm of it is AMAZING. Pull up the transcript and try and read it out loud it's amazing
All i could imagine when Elias thought "he knows I'm high" is that he ate the forever weed brownie before the interview
“The what 🐴”
So Jon really is the Eye's special little boy. Great.
"That's still a *Bushard* body up there." I love the way Martin annunciates it
I completely forgot how good this statement is! something about the descriptions of Elias' memories is just so effective
This episode, even by Johnny's own standards, is just incredibly well written.
Right, seriously stands out, truly a top tier episode. Not just because it's so well written, but man it's interesting to hear about the real Elias
First Rosie last episode and now a OG!Elias statement! I remembering people in this fandom waiting for this and making theories for such a long time. Really nice to get these before the end of the show^^
The double voice was *exquisite*. So creepy yet insidiously melodic. Its why Elias/Jonah is my favorite villain. Sad to see him go (I can see it coming by this point). Nice to see how awful he is to other people! Around Jon he was always seductive, grooming.
Anyone else notice the occasional "JOHN" in the background?
Holy shit
not really, but now I'm listening intently for them
HUHH in Jonah's speech? or during the statement? i can't hear anything
Alright don't hate me. I try to picture Elias as a child in the part with his father and I can only see what looks like a cartoony child that sort of resembles Elias, but also with that thin lined devil mustache that I've always imagined he's had. There is no version of Elias in my mind without that freaking mustache and I had to pause because I couldn't stop laughing
REAL
Martin asking questions of Jon is like Peter Parker asking questions of Dr. Strange during the memory erasing spell. He triggered something.
I mean man, I kind of figured the actual Elias would be a bit of a space case but I was not expecting "he knows I'm high" to come from it. Was sort of picturing that Elias would be speaking himself though, probably scared shitless of Jonah and just really without the backbone we've come to know from him. Even now, this will likely stand as one of my all tiem favorite episodes
I’ll have you know that I listen to this podcast with my dog and this was the first and only time she decided she wanted none of it and hopped off the bed and left the room. You guys scared my dog and I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned.
Okay so i promise i am scared for Jon but that is a little overshadowed by my amusement about the fact that the Eye just kinda is kicking Elias to the curb in favour of Jon lol. Moment of silence for Elias, getting kicked out of his job by a malnourished, sleep deprived twink with access too much eldritch power than is healthy
Why did the comments dry up in this one? They were keeping me company
everybody’s too on the edge of their seats to pause and type 💀
JONAH/ELIAS (BACKGROUND)
- that stinks of hate and wafts to him with promise of the fast approaching corpse that bears his face and holds within its chest the promise of his own annihilation carved in gouges deep and ragged cutting clean through bone that cracked to splintered powder cast of empty blackened earth that is his home again but something’s wrong with what he see upon the door is written not his name but words that mean no more to him than jumbled symbols twisting in the edges of his sight that tries to focus on the emptiness around him but the mist that curls its bitter weeping ache around his legs that bristle up with shivered gooseflesh stained with red that’s not his blood whose blood he bled but this is not from him and yet he knows he loved this blood when once it beat within a heart that joined to his through choice or circumstance but now it stains his weeping edges scarlet gloating now of all the butchered ugly fates that might already have befallen what you still might boast he loves at hands that might be moved by others or that might just now be his what have you done what have you done what have you done what have you done why do you hear upon the gloating wind the screaming of his name as now he begs him please to stop the razor slicing through that flesh but there is nothing he can do from here upon the threshold to a house she almost knows to be a home but empty hollow and devoid of all the trappings that could once have given comfort to the pale and weeping shadow of her life that has been left devoid and faded at the corners like a photograph whose sepia-tinted warmth has drained to just a crowd of faceless staring strangers among whom once she stood to feel safe as houses no-one dares to enter anymore in case they trip upon the mouldy corpse of memories that once gave hope and now provide her nothing but a smile upon the face of something grinning at her sharply and with teeth like rows of hungry needles desperate still to stick through skin like cloth into a tapestry of suffering that billows in the wind and gusts like sails upon a wide and pitch black sea with no horizon in the distance calling one and all towards it with a pull that makes her stomach drop to know she can’t resist the waves that lap and drag her over and across the surface still as cracked obsidian but deeper that the world could ever dream as something wakes and shifts below they grab the wheel and cry in panic at their howling crew to ready for a harrowed doomed escape from what begins to rise below them-
[FOOTSTEPS AS THE ARCHIVIST AND MARTIN PACE AROUND LOOKING UP AT THE FLOATING FEAR CONDUIT THAT IS JONAH MAGNUS, CHANTING AND CHANNELLING IT TO THE UNFATHOMABLE EYE THAT STARES DOWN FROM ABOVE]
MARTIN
What do you mean he’s won?
ARCHIVIST
I mean, he’s done it. He’s… ascended, become a part of The Eye. He’s… he’s beyond us.
MARTIN
[To Jonah] Just shut up! Christ!
ARCHIVIST
He can’t hear you.
MARTIN
So, so what? He’s not aware of us? Of, of any of this?
ARCHIVIST
No. Or if he is, it’s only as a miniscule speck amongst the flood of knowledge and fear that’s passing through him. He is become the conduit between this new world and the thing that watches it. It’s all running through him.
MARTIN
Sounds awful.
ARCHIVIST
To someone so close to it, I imagine it would be a state of… agonised bliss.
I can feel it… the… completeness of it all passing out from him. I can see everything from here, and that’s still just a hint of what he must be feeling -
MARTIN
[Warning] John…
ARCHIVIST
- as he watches a man run screaming down endless dark alleys that close and crush and press -
[RUMBLING SOUNDS START TO RISE]
MARTIN
[Hard warning] John…
Stay with me.
ARCHIVIST
Sorry. I-It’s a, it’s a lot.
MARTIN
I, I can see that, but you need to keep it together.
ARCHIVIST
S-Sorry, I think… I can handle it.
MARTIN
Right, so what’s the play?
ARCHIVIST
…
I-I’m not sure.
MARTIN
Well… we came here to confront Elias - Jonah - whatever! So, how do we do that?
ARCHIVIST
He’s too far gone. He’s barely even aware we exist.
MARTIN
And I’m guessing you can’t just destroy him like the others?
ARCHIVIST
No. God knows what would happen if I called upon The Eye to try and destroy a vital piece of itself. Best case scenario, nothing happens.
MARTIN
And worst case?
ARCHIVIST
No idea. An enormous explosion that destroys the world? We get torn apart, but still suffering or, or cast off to the edges of the fearscape, maybe? I, I don’t know.
MARTIN
Okay. So not that then. But… what about something, like, physical?
ARCHIVIST
I - What?
MARTIN
Look, I know it’s all about dream logic and metaphor and all that… stuff, but, y’know, what if we just… what if we just grabbed him and, y’know, pulled him down? Or just threw something heavy at him?
ARCHIVIST
Uh… I, I don’t…
MARTIN
Or, or, or, what about, um… That’s Elias’ body, right? I mean, yeah, they’re obviously Magnus’ eyes, but that’s still a Bouchard body up there so… so maybe Magnus’ original body is just still lying around here somewhere? That, that was a weakness before the transformation, so… maybe we could still use that?
ARCHIVIST
It’s gone. Ashes swept away by the winds of ecstatic terror. What you see up there is all that remains.
MARTIN
Right.
[softly] Right, right, right.
…
Is the original Elias still in there somewhere?
ARCHIVIST
He’s, uh -
MARTIN
Maybe we could get through to him somehow?
ARCHIVIST
Ah, no, it isn’t that - Ahh…
[CEASELESS CHANTING CEASES]
[BACKGROUND STATIC LIKE RUSTLING PAPER ECHOES THROUGH THE CHAMBER]
[STATEMENT STATIC RISES]
MARTIN
Again? But you just did one for Ro-
[Realisation] Oh no…
[PANOPTICON SOUNDS FADE TO A TICKING CLOCK AND THE OCCASIONAL RUSTLE OF PAPER]
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
He recognises those eyes. He’s seen them all his life, watching him, judging him, cutting through him so no part of him was secret or safe. They peel away the armour, his carefree smile and practiced shrugs. They are the eyes of his father, and they stare at Elias over an old mahogany desk, sat in the face of a man who said his name was James Wright. His interviewer smiles with his mouth, but the eyes are the same.
[JONAH/ELIAS IS A DARK, STATIC-VOICED ENTITY - EACH LINE A CRACKLING MIX OF DEEP INTONATIONS YET STILL CHARACTERISTICALLY ELIAS]
JONAH/ELIAS
So tell me, Elias. What are you afraid of?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Elias Bouchard freezes in place. The question catches him completely off-guard. Why would he ask him something like that? Elias is applying for a research job - what the hell does that matter?
“Why, uh… Why do you ask?” He gets the words out through a throat that doesn’t want to speak.
JONAH/ELIAS
In the Institute we are keenly interested in the anatomy of fear. Much that is stored here is disquieting. It is important to know if anything here might… upset you.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
His mind races. He can’t tell the truth, obviously. Elias can’t look this man in the face, and tell him that he is what scares him. That his eyes, the curiosity and judgement that pulses out of them, they terrify him in a way he can’t put into words. He feels that prickly panic building in the back of his skull, that worry that spills through: he knows. He knows I’m high. The thought leaps to Elias’ mind for only a second before he remembers that he’s not. He hasn’t lit up all day, of course not, he’s got an interview. But even so, he can’t shake the familiar paranoia. He looks again at his would-be employer, who seems like he’s about to repeat the question.
“Spiders,” Elias says quickly. “I’m afraid of spiders.”
James Wright nods, the smile curling into one of satisfaction, though Elias is sure the man doesn’t believe him. Those eyes break contact for a moment, flicking up to the corner of the office where, at the edge of a bookshelf that sags with age and weight, a small cobweb has started to form.
JONAH/ELIAS
Very wise. A very sensible fear.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
It is. Yeah, it is. But is it true? For a moment, Elias really can’t remember. Right here and now, the thought of a spider genuinely repulses him. The image of a scuttling, filthy creature, eight eyes glinting out in the darkness, crawls into his mind, and he shudders, looking away for a second. But the uninvited thought keeps going. He imagines the spider moving up his leg, his body, he imagines feeling its bristling hairs against the skin of his shoulder, his throat, his cheek. It’s spindly probing legs finding their way up his face. Elias can’t stop himself picturing that spider sat there, venom dripping from fangs that hang, poised over his eye. He can’t shut his eye.
A cough from over the desk breaks his train of thought. His interviewer is staring at him, and all at once he’s back with himself, burning with embarrassment. Those eyes stare, impassive and stern as ever, but… is that a twinkle of satisfaction? As though he has been given him an answer he likes. The next question comes slowly, and Elias tries to squash down the fear growing in his chest.
JONAH/ELIAS
So tell me. Have you ever had an experience that you would consider supernatural?
[MEMORY BRINGS UP THE BUZZING OF FLIES]
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
And immediately Elias is in that room again, fumbling for the light switch, smelling the coppery scent of old blood mixed with the crusty odour of a room that has been hot-boxed a bit too often. The memory is as fresh and vivid as the day it happened. He knows that Allan is dead, but he needs the light to be sure, to see it for himself. He finds it, and the switch feels slippery beneath his fingers.
[SWITCH IS CLICKED, AND THERE IS THE SOUND OF DISGUST AND RETCHING]
When the light comes on. Elias has no idea how much of the crimson that bathes the scene is from the blood on the walls, how much from the blood that tints the lightbulb, and how much is simply the shading of his memory. But he remembers so clearly what he was thinking as he looked at the what was left of Allan Schrieber: where are his eyes? What did they do with his eyes?
“No…,” Elias tries to say, though his mouth is dry and his head is swimming. “No, I don’t, uh, I don’t think…”
James Wright says nothing as another memory bubbles up from inside Elias, like the last scream of a drowning diver.
[SOUND OF PAPER, PAGES TURNING IN A BOOK]
Allan is in the library, irritated at the interruption, but happy to see a friendly face. The whites of his eyes are riddled with the crimson veins of sleeplessness, but his hand trembles with a feverish energy as he tries to explain the significance of the book he’s found. Even sober, Elias couldn’t have followed what his friend was saying, lost in layers of theological scholarship, but he smiles anyway to see the reserved young Allan so passionate about his subject.
He looks at the book itself. It’s old, crumbling, with none of the usual college library markings. He asks Allan where he got it, and his friend doesn’t answer, instead glancing around with a sudden self-conscious suspicion. Elias shuffles round to get a closer look at the pages, then stops in confusion, as he realises that they are all blank. Allan only laughs when he says so. Was the laughter really that cruel? Or is it just the warping of memory, the past he tries to forget, mixed with the nightmares that came after, the faces he dreamed of seeing in those pages.
“Well, er…” Elias is shaking all over. “That is to say…”
Another one. Allan is curled up behind the sofa in the living room they share. Elias stares at his weeping friend, bleary-eyed, trying to follow his housemate’s strange monologue, half-confession, half-conspiracy theory, half-urban legend. “It saw me,” Allan keeps saying, over and over again, “It saw me through the pages. And it’s coming.” He sees it, he says, in every mirror, every distant doorway, a silhouette on every skyline. Coming closer each and every time, finding its way towards him, step by step. “It has no eyes,” Allan sobs, “so it has to feel its way towards me. But it knows. It knows!” Elias has no way to comfort him. He can’t even understand what he’s talking about. And so on that, the last night of Allan Schreiber’s life, he just gets him high, and leaves him to sleep it off..
“I… don’t know,” Elias says at last. “You can never really be sure, can you?”
Beyond that stretch of polished mahogany, so well waxed that his pale, sweating face is clearly visible, James Wright’s smile remains unchanged.
JONAH/ELIAS
Who indeed? Now tell me: why do you want this job?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Elias tries not to visibly sigh with relief. This, at least, is a question to which he has prepared an answer. He clears his throat slightly, shaking off the lingering image of Allan’s body.
‘Well,’ he begins, ‘I’ve always had the greatest respect for the work put out by this institute on mythological traditions, especially some of the recent papers on Indo-European traditions which was very useful for my dissertation on -’
He stops. Those eyes. They know. They can see right through all his bullshit, right to the core of him. They know what he really thinks. A position in a small, obscure little academic organisation, the first step on a path to the position he actually deserved. This place could be anything, as far as he is concerned. Medical research, a grant foundation… it doesn’t really matter. So why choose the Magnus Institute? Barely known outside its own little sphere of influence, hardly respected among the wider academic community.
[PIANO MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND]
His father’s words came to him again, as they always had, through childhood, boarding school, university. “You’re a smart boy, Elias, but you’re lazy. You have every advantage that I and this world could possibly provide, and yet you insist on squandering them. Don’t think I don’t see you, looking at those other children with envy, as though their meaningless little lives could contain anything of substance, anything for a Bouchard to aspire to. You are better than them, and they know it. And it is your job to prove worthy of that distinction.”
Elias’ stomach tightened at the memory, the fierce judgement in his father’s eyes. Even laid out in a casket, it was as if he had looked at Elias with disdain. What should he say? That he had no idea why he wanted this job? That he was all alone in the world, no friends, no family, nothing but the deep certainty that he deserved better. That he was destined to be important. That it was in his blood.
Where had he heard about this job opening? Had it been in a newspaper? He knew no-one who worked here, but received a letter anyway inviting him to interview. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t even sent out a CV. Yet somehow he found himself sat across from this man whose smile hadn’t moved the whole time, and whose eyes seemed to know why he was here far better than he did.
“I, uh,” Elias’ voice wavered, paused. “I’ve always had the greatest respect for the work put out by this institute on mythological traditions, especially some of the recent papers on Indo-European traditions which was very -”
JONAH/ELIAS
Enough. Tell me, why are you here?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
I… I don’t know.
JONAH/ELIAS
Were you drawn here?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Yes. I was.
JONAH/ELIAS
Against your will?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
No.
JONAH/ELIAS
Then why did you heed the call?
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Because… this is the place I know I should be.
JONAH/ELIAS
Good.
The job is yours.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
[STRANGE STATIC RISES. A FAINT REPEATING RUMBLING SOUND STARTS UP]
Elias has the briefest of flashes, a sudden burst of terror, an image of himself, strapped down, helpless. The vanishing of well-known faces, and the harsh sneers that replace them as they stare at him. He cannot move. He cannot scream. What is happening? What is that he feels deep down his skull? What are they doing to his eyes? The presence, old and rotten, in his mind?
He can do nothing but watch.
[SOUNDS FADE]
The moment passes, and Elias returns to himself. He tries to smile, and thanks his new employer for the opportunity.
[STATEMENT STATIC RISES, THEN FADES AWAY INTO THE SOUNDS OF THE PANOPTICON]
MARTIN
You alright? That was… intense.
[JONAH/ELIAS’ CHANTING NARRATIVE UNCEASES]
JONAH/ELIAS (BACKGROUND)
…as they look down to see the pitch black void of ocean getting darker still as something rises up that dwarfs the sky and yet they know it is the smallest tip of only one appendage reaching up splitting timber splitting steel splitting friends all into shapes and forms and spatters that don’t register as human even as the inky frozen sea pulls air out of their lungs because it is so cold it is so cold it is so coldly sneering as sticky strands pull taut against the flailing struggles as they try to pull away from what approaches in the distant edge of this colossal latticework of bone and sickly paste that twists and curls with each vibration of those fools like them now caught and wrapped and flailing in their heaving desperation not to see it looming over them with glassy eyes and fangs that drip with poison and the promise of the slow and steady agony of feeling all that was herself dissolved and broken down into the bitter pleading -
ARCHIVIST
Yeah… uhh… I just… uhh…
MARTIN
Was that… the real Elias? Is he still in there then?
ARCHIVIST
No… No. It was… an echo. The last spasm of a corpse. It-It’s far too late for either of them.
MARTIN
Damn.
ARCHIVIST
There was never anything we could have done. But I-I saw…
MARTIN
What?
ARCHIVIST
You were right.
MARTIN
About what?
ARCHIVIST
His body is vulnerable. At least to me.
MARTIN
…
What’s the catch?
ARCHIVIST
I could kill his body, sever the link, break The Eye’s power, and Jonah Magnus would die.
MARTIN
Okay, that sounds good but…?
ARCHIVIST
But, that wouldn’t actually harm The Eye itself. And with him gone it would… it would choose a suitable replacement.
MARTIN
Oh.
ARCHIVIST
If we kill Jonah Magnus, I take his place.
MARTIN
Oh god.
ARCHIVIST
And I think…
…that’s exactly what it wants.
[CLICK]
Legend.
The fact that you got the background for elias is awesome
@@The_Natalist I actually just copy-pasted the official transcripts from their website so I and others could read while listening easier, but thank you :)
*sees the next episode title*
me: DONT LIKE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THAT ;-;
I am glad we got a statement of original Elias the Pothead. RIP.
He was a rich with no family or friends and touched by the Eye. Therefore he is weak to the Eye's avartars, both Magnus and Jon. Makes sense as always, love it.
Also it is really interesting that the Eye has no eyes so they just use other's eyes!
I feel so bad for Elias.
A yapper (jonah) achieved his yapping max and the other yapper (jon) can only catch a glimpse of it... Broo this would make a great comic probably
BRO I ACCIDENTALLY SKIPPED FROM 139 TO THIS ONE NOOOOOOOO THE SPOILERS ARE CRAZYYYYY 😭😭😭😭
one of my favorite statements, love the writing and voice acting so much
Pothead Elias is bae
i love the rambling from jonah that was cool
Me noticing how much closer we are to getting to 200, the episode that broke me SDLKJFSLKFJSLHFSLD
This statement tho is absolutely A RIDE learning who the original Elias was like and connects with what Gertrude and Eric said about him so like sdfhskajlsfhsd
"Enough. why did you heed the call?"
"because this is where I'm meant to be..."
IS NO-ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE NUANCE TO THAT INTERACTION?
like, it could just be another part of the story, but it could be a break in character, Jon and Jonah speaking to each other, rather than just playing the roles of Elias and James
I felt that too!
wee hee next time: the boys fight!!!!!!!!! i was using that scene for a time-travel fuck-it-up-further fic and i'm excited for the excuse to relisten to it!!!
@Naima Kindlund Same, I need an update.
og Elias my beloved
….
When… when Jonah joined in… could that be them actually talking to each other??? Like through the statement????
aw crap this is the web foreshadowing isn't it
we'll see
heh, "see", how fitting
Jon got the good oil. No Jonah body to be all stabby with, they can mess up Elia’s body, no Elias soul fragment to help them.
Okay, thanks well timed knowledge dump.
alexander jiggles newall
It's insane to me that this has like 8x less views that the first season
ELIAS SMOKES WEED
ELIAS SMOKES WEED
ELIAS. HE SMOKES WEED
ELIAS SNOKES WEED
ELIAS SMOKES WEED
ELIAS SMOKES WEED
ELIAS SMOKES WEED
They already mentioned it in like season 1-2 didn't they?
are you okay
He does indeed snoke weed
This one's shorter than our usual... it took me by surprise. Wonderful acting though! :D
me about to take a rip to start the day- "hes high!"
Hi Alex!
Is it weird that I'm kind of jealous of whatever Jonah's got going on up there? Jon clearly is, too, I'm just. From an outside perspective- and that is the only perspective for that -it sounds kind of. Mm. Not relaxing? But good. Filling.
I feel you
Yeah, Jon was drifting into a kind of envy.. And the fact he can feel the Eye daddy WANTING him to become its primary conduit/vessel.. Its not really sexual, but it feels like the enormity of that for Jon.
SPOILERS
Magnus Protocols trailer sounds alot like this episode, which has me very nervous
Damn Elias.
4:57 WTF 😨
God damn I feel bad for the real Elias...
This hurts a lot. 😢I'm so scared!
6:04 I LAUGHED OUT LOUD
Was it intentional that the guy with a weed fixation chooses the spider as his fear?
What do spiders have to do with weed?
@@Badficwriter compulsive behavior and/or the threat of shame from a secret being revealed is a common tool used by mother of puppets to manipulate people
@Badficwriter, they represent the fear of manipulation, so maybe that has something to do with it
@@Badficwriter You've probably found out the answer by now but just in case you haven't, the Web is also the fear of addiction.
Mahogany mahogany!
i love getting to see jonah be a little freak
Alexander Jiggles Newall
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