TMA!Jacobi and Jon

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Are you sure this is the place?" he asks the driver, who was already speeding off, leaving Jacobi in front of the old building.

"Thanks for your help!" he calls out with false cheer, rolling his eyes before trudging his way up to what he had been told was the Magnus Institute. He doesn't even flinch at the screech of tires that comes from blocks behind him. He doesn't have to see the car erupt into flames as a very confused driver crawls out and phones for help. That's chaos for someone else.

Instead, he takes the steps up, backpack on his shoulder. He had flown all the way out here, so it's not as if he's going to be missing any leads. Besides. He has an appointment.

The closer to the door he gets, the more uncomfortable he feels about this. It's like a whisper of wind against his skin, a suggestion of something dangerous, but Jacobi's never let something like that bother him. He walks through, hands in his pockets.

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[epistemological]

It's not often that Jon heads towards the front doors; most people don't these days, given everything that's happening. Or maybe that's just Jon's perception, from the point of view of the Archivist. It seems less busy. It seems less safe. He doesn't like to think of it other than in the aspect of 'Peter Lukas is doing a shit job of it' before moving right along. But he's aware of someone coming in and they don't... seem familiar or dangerous.

He's not... the most welcoming, he knows that, but Jon does at least have the shape of a human being still, even if it comes with the feeling of being watched by too many eyes and the faint edge of being viewed by those eyes as a steak sandwich at best.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

He's reasonably certain there's no compulsion.