#v.ii

As it turns out, the Outsider, or Jonas (’mark of god’ - haha puns!) as he is called, has some pretty human flaws.  

He’s an over-eater Now that he has human functions and once again requires food to sustain himself, the ex-god now finds himself falling back into old habits born from when he was a starved street urchin who knew if he was offered food, he better not waste the opportunity. Jonas is not only quick to stuff his face out of an ancient fear of losing his meal, but oftentimes he will quite literally stuff his face to the point of nausea and/or vomiting when he is presented with a bountiful supply of food. Even when he’s only slightly peckish, when given food, he will behave like a starved dog and not know when to stop eating. 

He has too many goals (relevant to THE RAVEN) Jonas strives to accomplish many goals and his role serving as the Void’s information-hungry deity is largely to thank for simplifying the effort. However, while he is a quick learner, he is still as easily overwhelmed as any other human and will quickly learn to slow down and cut back. Equipped with a brain more brilliant than Sokolov himself, the ex-Outsider strives to learn swordplay, paint beautiful portraits and landscapes, learn to cook, learn to play the double bass, become a student at the Academy of Natural Philosophy, become the Academy’s top student, graduate as valedictorian from the Academy, become head of the school, write novels and educational texts, as well as become a celebrated natural philosopher become known for solving the Isles’ energy/power problem by driving away from consuming whale oil (he already knows how to accomplish this)... All of this among many, many other things. 

“  OF COURSE  - of course !   ”    there’s  a  bit  of  fiddling  ,  a  sort  of  rushed  bumble  before  the    SNAP !    -   CLICK !     sound  of  camera  going  off.   back  straightens  as  he  flips  through  to  see  the  end  result ,  a  grin  spreads  across  face  , stretching  from  cheek  to  cheek ,  showing  off  sharp  tooth.   “   LOOK AT THAT !   i  believe  it  turned  out  rather  well  ,  don’t  you  ?   ”

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The Outsider, as was his former title, is quick to take note the odd sense of joy the other seems to gain from his request – even despite his inebriated state. He’s also quick to shrug it off, knowing full-well how very few in this life didn’t covet this opportunity. To slay the Outsider.

Or what was left of him, at least.

Hazel eyes are half-lidded and he sways slightly in place. Hand tightly gripping the glass neck of his bottle of brandy, he sloppily lifts the alcohol to his lips–managing to spill the drink on himself in the process–and he poisons himself once again with that same numbing feeling he had grown accustomed to during his time in the Void. 

“M….my reas’ns are myyyown.” Voice nasal and slurred, thick brows furrow as the drunk ex-god tries his damnedest to focus on the one with the weapon. “Jus’ do it already.“

Wincing at the pain in his head, Sam grimaced, rolling onto his side as he found himself lying on the ground. What happened? He put a hand to his head and looked around, squinting slightly as his head throbbed. Slowly, the hunter shifted so he was sitting, and then standing, taking in the old wooden house that he had been in what had seemed like a moment ago. He went over what had happened in his head; he was hunting something with Dean, trying to track down multiple disappearances of people all tied to this house. And then, when the two of them had split up to search the house, Sam had found an hourglass. He had touched it, just to look at it, and then there had been a flash of light, and... then he had woken up on the ground.