#mag078

(MAG001) ARCHIVIST: My name is Jonathan Sims. I work for the Magnus Institute, London, an organisation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the paranormal. […] most of the Institute prefers the ivory tower of pure academia to the complicated work of dealing with statements or recent experiences and you have the recipe for an impeccably organised library and an absolute mess of an archive.

(MAG028) ARCHIVIST: We are not “paranormal investigators”. We are researchers. Scholars.

(MAG034) ARCHIVIST: Historic and prestigious as the Magnus Institute is, there are still many within the sphere of higher education that do not grant it the respect it deserves […].

Because… ah, yes… the prestigious Magnus Institute and its prestigious academic staff: Gertrude “if you have a problem, the solution is probably plastic explosives” Robinson, Elias “Extended Sound Of Brutal Pipe Murder” Bouchard, Jonathan “I broke into Gertrude’s flat” and “It is remarkably easy to buy an axe in Central London” Sims, Timothy “flirt my way into police reports” Stoker, Sasha “hack my way into police reports” James, Martin “Also, I get to burn some stuff, so that’s cool!” and “Turns out my suggestion is… fire!” Blackwood, Melanie “is on her way up here with a knife” and “They don’t get that the only way to deal with something like him is to watch his eyes go dead with your hands around his throat” King, Basira “We go in, we plant bombs, we leave, we blow it all to hell” Hussain, Daisy “Fine. Killing mannequins for Elias. And a clown. It’s been alright” and “Broke into Elias’s old office” Tonner, plus honorary mention for Helen “The door may have been in a wall some distance above a river” Distortion Richardson.

(MAG078) NOT!SASHA: [HEAVILY DISTORTED, DISTANT] Jooooonnnn~~ ARCHIVIST: Er… I… [SOUND OF A CREAKY DOOR OPENING] “MICHAEL”: You– ARCHIVIST: I–I, er… “MICHAEL”: – Need – A door. ARCHIVIST: NO. No, I–I just… I need… [DISTORTED VOICE FROM THE NOT!SASHA CALLING OUT HIS NAME AGAIN] ARCHIVIST: SHIT!

(MAG099) BREEKON: ‘scuse us. HOPE: Are you Jonathan Sims? ARCHIVIST: Yeah, wha–? Oh, sh– [THE ARCHIVIST EXCLAIMS & COUGHS AS THE WIND IS KNOCKED OUT OF HIM]

(MAG131) MELANIE: […] I hurt someone. And then, one day, I suddenly have this thing that takes all that rage, and it holds it. Tells me it’s right. That it’s me. It didn’t stay in my leg because of some Ghostly Masterplan; it stayed… because I wanted it. ARCHIVIST: … Shit.