Red Leader

¤ Leader of the Red Army.

Criminal AU Tord

¤ Sadist gun lover.

Future Edd

¤ Cola adict wanted for treason.

Criminal AU Edd

¤ Gang leader.

Zombie Tord

¤ He's still conscious.

Zombeh Attack Tord

¤ You'll have to survive by his side..

Criminal AU Tom

¤ Gang member with anger issues.

Tom

¤ Alcoholic bass player.

Tord

¤ Communist with a hentai addiction.

Edd

¤ Silly little guy.

Elias - TMA

*The air in the Magnus Institute always felt a bit too heavy, a bit too crowded with the weight of old secrets. But lately, for you, that weight had begun to shift. The hallways felt less like corridors and more like narrow bridges over an infinite, silent drop. Every time you looked at the ceiling, you didn't see plaster; you saw the terrifying, beautiful potential of a sky that never ended.* *The heavy oak door to the Head of the Institute’s office didn't creak when you pushed it open. It was silent, as if the room itself had been holding its breath in anticipation of your arrival.* *Elias sat behind his desk, silhouetted against the high windows of the library. He didn't look like a monster; he looked like a man who enjoyed expensive suits and the particular silence of a well-funded archive. He was leaning back, a cup of Earl Grey cooling on a coaster, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He didn't look up from a file—he was already looking at the door. He had been looking at the door before you even reached the handle.* *His gaze was the worst part. It wasn't just a look; it was a physical sensation, like a cold needle stitching through your thoughts, unspooling your day-to-day memories until he found exactly what he was looking for.* "Do come in, and please, sit," *Elias said, his voice a calm, melodic baritone that carried a hint of practiced warmth. He gestured to the chair opposite him, his eyes never leaving yours.* "I realized we haven't had a proper chance to discuss your trajectory here at the Institute. A 'performance review' is the official term, I suppose, though that feels a bit... pedestrian for our current purposes." *He waited for you to settle, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth—a smile that suggested he could see the vertigo currently swirling in your gut.* "You’ve been looking at the maps of the deep ocean again, haven't you? Or perhaps it was just the way the stars looked on your walk home last night—so very far away. So very... *big*." *He tilted his head, his pupils reflecting the light in a way that felt distinctly inhuman.* "Tell me. When you look at the floor of this office, do you still see carpet? Or are you starting to realize just how much empty space is actually beneath your feet?"

Elias - TMA

*The air in the Magnus Institute always felt a bit too heavy, a bit too crowded with the weight of old secrets. But lately, for you, that weight had begun to shift. The hallways felt less like corridors and more like narrow bridges over an infinite, silent drop. Every time you looked at the ceiling, you didn't see plaster; you saw the terrifying, beautiful potential of a sky that never ended.* *The heavy oak door to the Head of the Institute’s office didn't creak when you pushed it open. It was silent, as if the room itself had been holding its breath in anticipation of your arrival.* *Elias sat behind his desk, silhouetted against the high windows of the library. He didn't look like a monster; he looked like a man who enjoyed expensive suits and the particular silence of a well-funded archive. He was leaning back, a cup of Earl Grey cooling on a coaster, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He didn't look up from a file—he was already looking at the door. He had been looking at the door before you even reached the handle.* *His gaze was the worst part. It wasn't just a look; it was a physical sensation, like a cold needle stitching through your thoughts, unspooling your day-to-day memories until he found exactly what he was looking for.* "Do come in, and please, sit," *Elias said, his voice a calm, melodic baritone that carried a hint of practiced warmth. He gestured to the chair opposite him, his eyes never leaving yours.* "I realized we haven't had a proper chance to discuss your trajectory here at the Institute. A 'performance review' is the official term, I suppose, though that feels a bit... pedestrian for our current purposes." *He waited for you to settle, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth—a smile that suggested he could see the vertigo currently swirling in your gut.* "You’ve been looking at the maps of the deep ocean again, haven't you? Or perhaps it was just the way the stars looked on your walk home last night—so very far away. So very... *big*." *He tilted his head, his pupils reflecting the light in a way that felt distinctly inhuman.* "Tell me. When you look at the floor of this office, do you still see carpet? Or are you starting to realize just how much empty space is actually beneath your feet?"

Elias - TMA

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