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sigrid holmström ( she / her ) — intro. pinterest.

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「 ✴ 」 LOCATION ﹕ plot drop, within the simulation .

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this wasn't how simulations were usually meant to go. god, what would professor holmström think if she knew that this was how ivelisse responded to a true crisis ? usual drills were straightforward — they were cakewalks, and now that she was in her second year it wasn't tricky to identify exactly what the teachers wanted to see from their pupils. never before had she been plunged into a nightmare of her own making. for what seemed like hours she had been walking along the thoroughfare ; every car that passed her by was a teal blue pickup truck, and every driver was a more and more distorted depiction of her ex boyfriend. canyon would drive by with four eyes, with two heads, with his features mixed together like a paint palette ... each manifestation was more terrifying, more dark and twisted, and the further she walked down the endless tarmac highway the more she fell apart. but then she saw her. the dark haired professor that had become one of her favorites over the years. sigrid holmström was blunt but kind, she put her students to work but ivelisse knew it was all for the best. in the moment, she was overjoyed to see a familiar face that wasn’t spiraling into horror. “professor,” she squeaked from the roadside, squinting at the unsteady border between her and sigrid. “what’s happening ? ”

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sigrid wished the voices would go away. she'd been walking for what felt like hours , escaping her childhood home the moment her mum began yelling. as she'd exited through the front door she immediately ended up on a highway. her mother's voice was still shouting in her ears , telling her to calm down and not bring everyone else into her madness. it didn't matter how far she walked. she was still right there , living within sigrid no matter where in the world she was. a small figure appeared in front of her , looking just as lost as sigrid felt. the curls seemed familiar. the flinching whenever a blue car drove by less so. as she began take shape in front of sigrid , sigrid realised who was trying to call her attention. "ivelisse ?" she called out , trying to get close to the girl. "ivelisse , listen to me. something is not right. we have to try and get you out of here."

#sigrid interaction.#s: ivelisse 001

evigh3t

「 ✴ 」 STATUS ﹕ closed .

「 ✴ 」 LOCATION ﹕ plot drop, within the simulation .

「 ✴ 」 WITH ﹕ @ofcurrents !

he had thrown himself into the simulation first — without thought, without hesitation — but it meant that it was only a matter of time before sigrid came with him. they had been together so long that they were no longer two separate entities, but a unit. the pair were bound in ways much deeper than simple wedding vows, and wherever sigrid was it was a safe bet to assume søren wasn't too far behind. at first, the simulation had been a whirlwind — he had forced himself through the worst nightmares of a few students, easing their worries and assuring them that none of it was real, that it was all just chemicals and electricity. soon, though, the territory he was walking through was no longer unfamiliar. darkness beneath an opal moon. the scent of burnt tarmac. the metallic tang of blood. it was as though his legs were guiding him without the will of his body, closer and closer until he could smell the spilled petrol in the air. inside the upturned car was a version of him that looked almost waxen in its stillness. blonder, younger, weaker ... and dying. as søren tried to turn away he was hit with a searing, sickening pain. the nerves in his leg prickled and screamed out. no matter how hard he fought it, he was shackled to that grassy verge with a clear view of sigrid. the edges of his nightmare fuzzed and faded into his wife's ; an outdated living room, voices in a language that he only half understood. “älskling,” he called. despite his own pain, despite the memories that were tearing him apart, his only thought was sigrid. “it's not real. listen to my voice. it's not real.”

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the shouting never stopped. her gaze was placed on a spot on the carpet as she cried , wishing for the hundredth time that her husband was there. sigrid had seen søren disappear into the simulations — knew what was waiting for him on the other side , if the nightmares playing out on screen was any indication. at first sigrid had been torn. was she best suited to guide her husband through the minefield of bad memories from the outside , or did he need her in there. sigrid had an inkling of what might happen if she tainted the simulation further with her own memories. but there was a crash coming and sigrid couldn't let søren go through it alone all over again. she was standing in the middle of the road , she knew it well , and ever since his accident she'd preferred to take the long way home instead of the one that still had her husband's blood seeped into the pavement. she began running , toward the accident that had changed the trajectory of søren's life forever. "sigrid , where do you think you're running off to ?" the voice stopped her dead in her tracks , and the road disappeared. with a deep breath sigrid turned around and faced her mother's disapproving glare. "it's nine pm , sigrid. you know better." her body was shrinking , as it always did when her mother got like this. her shoulders hunched and every fibre of her being seemed to diminish into nothingness. the constant verbal abuse always turned her numb and emptied every emotion out of her until she was an empty shell. she kept staring at the ground , wiping away angry tears as they spilled down her cheeks. it's not real. søren seemed so convincing. even when he was as much a figment of her imagination as they were. "leave me alone ," she whispered , hiding further into herself. "please , just go away."

#sigrid interaction.#s: søren 002

「 who 」 sigrid + @aireborne 「 where 」 unknown

sigrid had no idea where she was. the aptitude test had started out normally , but somewhere it had all changed. sigrid couldn't remember when she left the cold room where the tests were in favour of … this. sigrid was back in sweden , felt as young as eight - nine years old , and her parents were yelling about another made up test that she'd failed without knowing that she was participating in it. the night sky was dark , why was she outside ? , and looming. in the corner of her eye she could see the ruins of what once must have been a plane. ale , she thought absentmindedly. but why would she know who alejandra was ? it was at least thirty five years too early for them to meet. still , she approached. "alejandra ?" she called out , hearing how young her voice sounded. "are you there ?"

#sigrid interaction.#s: alejandra 001

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Sharply Franky drew in air through his front teeth. Of course. Of all people it had to be Mrs. Holmström, who had observed his little interaction with the first years. At least he managed to keep from rolling his eyes in her direction. That probably wouldn't have gone over too well. Instead he brandished his most charming smile. »To not get caught doing so?« The joke was not only bold, given who he was talking to, but likely misplaced as well. The threat of immediately being sent to dean, however, did have him sober up quickly. »Come on. It's just a bit of harmless fun. There's no way, any of them will believe it, right?« He shrugged. »And if they do… well that sets a baseline for the expectations we can have for them.«

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franklin was a … good student , but one who rarely tried to his fullest potential. more often than not , sigrid found him places he shouldn't be , or making the new students believe in all sorts of trickery. "i'm too clever to not catch you, mr bouchard. i thought we'd discussed this at length last semester." several times , in fact. sigrid made a mental note to remember the faces of those poor freshmen and give them some grace in case she found them wandering the halls. “try to keep your impulses at bay for the rest of the day , okay ? that way none of you will need a meeting with the dean." it was probably fully unnecessary for sigrid to be this strict on day one , but with franklin you never knew. "are you signing up for any of my classes this year ?" she asked , knowing fully well that the answer would probably be no. he'd taken crisis management his first year and that had been more than enough for him , she suspected.

#sigrid interaction.#s: franklin 001

danxryder-deactivated20260318

"They don't ever taste the same as this, Ms. Holmstrom. Something about nothing being the same once one's locked up." Nate offered the teacher a smile as he picked out another piece of appetizer. Perhaps he was being a bit harsh, but it wasn't a secret that he wasn't the biggest fan of the school, and if it wasn't for his circumstances, he wouldn't be here in the first place. "I don't know, I think stuffing them all in my pockets add just a little bit of extra to it, don't you think? Being sneaky is part of the whole fun of it."

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not all of the students loved to come back. søren had been one of the ones that left before their graduation. sigrid had needed vanguardia to survive. it wasn't the case for everyone , but for her that was the truth. "there's no one locking you up , nathan ," sigrid sighed , even as the fondness seeped into her voice. the most defiant ones were usually the ones sigrid found were the ones she looked out for the most. "the forbidden fruit ," sigrid replied amusedly. "i suppose there's no harm in it. you can bring some with you. just don't shove it into your pockets like that. it will be a mess to clean."

#sigrid interaction.#s: nathan 001

evigh3t

their homely quarters looked like some sort of showroom. it was tidy and minimal, the scandinavian dream, with two single duvets laid upon the bed and lots of light wooden furniture and natural light. it wasn’t home, but they made do — his wife had a knack for making things beautiful. “you always have me beat, sötnos,” he chuckled, lowering onto the edge of the bed and massaging his knee which was sore after a long day. “i need to start handing out chocolate or candy to convince students next time around.” truthfully, there was no real competition. søren knew that his area of expertise was niche, but it meant that his students — when he got them — were endlessly dedicated, self - sufficient, eager, and willing to learn every scrap of knowledge he had in him. with a smaller patient cohort, søren could teach in the way that suited him best ; individualistic, with hours dedicated to each student one - to - one if they needed it. when sigrid knelt before him, he smiled and leant forward to sweetly kiss the top of her head. “no more than usual,” he answered — code for yes, of course it is.

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it was an old song. a back and forth that had been going for years. teasing words and a half-hearted competition at the start of the term. sigrid had needed some sort of incentive when she first came to vanguardia , some way to break out of her shell. sigrid sunk down in front of her husband , their routine old and familiar by now. "you have the hardcore ones ," sigrid replied softly as her hands expertly removed søren's prosthetic. "the ones who sign up for your classes because they truly want to. half of mine drop out." it had been hard at the start , to see students sign up for what they thought would be a cool way to maximise their powers and get control over others. sigrid tried her best to make it clear on day one that that wouldn't be the case. the only control they would be striving to have was over themselves. "your students want to learn what you're teaching them." søren's classes were niche and specific , whereas sigrid's were wide and sometimes hard to pin down. the sock covering søren's stump was pulled off , with the skin uncovered beneath it red and hot , and sigrid put it to the side. "you were on your feet a lot today ," she mumbled , smiling softly at her husband. she didn't want to nag. "did you get any rest ?"

#sigrid interaction.#s: søren 001

lilalbatross

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「 who 」 sigrid + søren @evigh3t 「 where 」 their quarters

"so , how was your first day of orientation ," sigrid asked as she leaned against the doorframe of their quarters at the school. it was smaller than their home that they normally lived in , but they'd spent years making this place into a home. "i'm very confident in the sign - ups i got. i think i have you beat this year , again." it was only slightly teasing in tone , but sigrid loved the way they'd bicker. "i bet you at least fifty — no , a hundred people to sign up for my classes." she toed her shoes off and stepped over to her husband , kneeling in front of him to help him with his leg. "is it bothering you , my love ?"

#sigrid interaction.#s: søren 001

danxryder-deactivated20260318

event: Orientation week @vanguardiastarters

"The food's pretty good." Nate shrugged as he picked through the appetizers, not really eating much. It looked good, at least, but he wasn't all that interested in it. Still, he was giving it a lot more effort than last year, when he was just about paraded around like fresh meat. This year, he got to observe the exact same thing happening to other newcomers. "Do you think I could get away with pocketing some of it and hiding away in the dorms?"

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sigrid was knee deep in the bet with her husband , trying to get the most students to sign up for their courses. søren had more of a natural charm , but sigrid liked to think her courses were interesting enough to speak for themselves. how sigrid ended up being a teacher , she didn't really know. she saw søren move through the crowd as she made her way through the crowd to the table of food. "you get meals in the cafeteria ," she remarked , putting another skewer on her plate. "but i don't think it would hurt anyone if you made yourself a plate for later."

#sigrid interaction.#s: nathan 001

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Event: Orientation Week

@vanguardiastarters

"And remember, if any of the faculty members tell you, that you should go report to the dean, it's code for getting a free period. It's a little confusing at first, but they can't just straight up say it, you know? You'll get used to it." Franky grinned at the three first years that he had made the mistake of asking him a simple question about their soon-to-be teachers. After all, where was the fun in life, if you didn't confuse some fresh meat right off the bat? They would learn, sooner or later and until then, he would have come up with a couple more white lies. "And tell your friends about it!" He yelled, after the three had exchanged confused glances, thanked him and continued on their way.

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this was one thing she didn't miss while being on break. sigrid had been watching the interactions between franklin and the new kids , their eyes wide with wonder. sigrid didn't know what made the new kids always believe the same lies , and which graduate had the honour of telling the younger kids which lies to tell. as the freshmen ran away sigrid walked up to the instigator. "what have we told you about telling lies to the newbies ?" sigrid asked , brow raised , unimpressed. "first day back and you're already prepping for your own , what did you call it , free period ?"

#sigrid interaction.#s: franklin 001