#broken seals

[casmybelovedass]

So apparently the apocalypse is near

bc italy is so unwell that they think our president (of something) Draghi = dragons and the responsible for the vaccines Figliuolo = son (beloved son even) are signs that the apocalypse is coming

as dragons and the beloved son of God, SATAN have taken control of the country and have marked us with the devil's mark that's inside the vaccine

I FUCKING WISH I was making this up

Are we almost at the 666th broken seal?

[mcuntainbcrn]

She was never meant to awaken...

[centeris2]

Broken Seals (part 5)

Derek sat across from Anne in a corner of a restaurant, notebook in hand and looking at the book Anne had brought.

“Are you sure you want to talk about this?” Derek asked again for clarification. Anne swallowed and nodded, handing over her notebook to him.

“Fripp said it happens every 100 years, there will be girls that have to do this again. Maybe… us. I don’t know exactly, it’s supposed to be us but I don’t remember. So I have to assume my future self won’t remember either, I don’t want her to be caught off guard,” Anne tried to explain as Derek thumbed through Anne’s notebook, studying the text and images. It was everything Anne remembered about what had happened, all the things she had seen in Pandoria, recreations of the glyphs and symbols and statues.

“Do you think the others will do the same?” Derek asked.

“I’m sure Linda will, assuming she doesn’t have a record already, I don’t know about Lisa or Alex. So, you said you might have questions?” she nodded toward his own notebook.

“Yeah, for my investigation,” Derek opened his notebook and retrieved his pencil, “do you want to wait until we get food?” Anne nodded, rubbing her forehead. She was going to treat herself tonight, she was going to need cake and ice cream to deal with recounting everything in detail to Derek and answering whatever additional questions he had.

When Anne brought up the idea of telling Derek everything the others weren’t so sure. Alex didn’t want to say anything too negative because she was surprised Anne was even talking to her, but she didn’t like the idea of telling Derek everything.

“Derek is already investigating anyway, he is going to ask sooner or later. He’s only waited to give us time to cope, I guess,” Anne pointed out.

“But everything already happened, what’s the point of talking about it?” Lisa muttered, arms crossed.

“Maybe it can help Dark Core and Mr. Sands get taken down? They can’t operate if the government shuts them down. If not then at least what we went through will be remembered. Maybe it’ll help our future selves,” Anne tried to convince them.

“We don’t even know if we get reincarnated, maybe the images change to look like whoever are the soul riders through magic or something,” Lisa countered.

“But Fripp said it happens every 100 years, even if it isn’t some future us it’ll be someone. If you could go back to the day you came to Jorvik, if you could have known and gotten some warning, wouldn’t you want it?” Anne asked Lisa directly.

“I wouldn’t mind reading your accounts, especially since you said you included drawings of what you saw in Pandoria,” Linda admitted.

“Derek would collaborate with you on that,” Anne promised, looking back at Lisa for her answer.

“I just…” Lisa trailed off, Anne taking her hands.

“I know, just write it out, write out everything, and then never think of it again,” Anne told the redhead. Lisa took a deep breath.

“I’ll think about it,” Lisa muttered.

“Thank you,” Anne let go and looked at Alex properly for the first time.

“I just don’t trust him,” Alex muttered, arms crossed.

“He is already involved, he knows everything, it’s not like you can hide Tincan’s true form now. Derek found out about Tincan’s horn before any of us,” Anne pointed out, Alex pouting and looked at her feet.

“Fine,” Anne grumbled, “Alex, you needed knowledge before you could go into battle with Katja and Buck. This is your chance to write a warning to the future Lightning Soul Rider. What would have been good to know before all of this started? Maybe like how Katja can control minds with physical contact?”

“Ugh, fine,” Alex snapped, throwing up her hands in defeat, “I’ll tell Derek everything I remember. Happy?”

“Yes, thank you,” Anne said sincerely, surprising Alex.

[fallesto]

“I know you are in pain. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh, huh? But you’re not the only one to be tested… Did you know that I had a wife? So beautiful, isn’t she? We were pregnant with our first child. And we were just babies ourselves really. And I was terrified. On becoming a father. Mostly about money. She wasn’t worried. She had faith that things were going to work out. She always had faith… And then one day, she was going to go visit a friend. There was an accident… and the Lord taketh. And they rushed me to a hospital and put me in a room with this little pink bundle stuffed with tubes and had to be strong because my little girl was going to live. God was looking out for our daughter. And they left me in a, alone in a room with her. I just… stared… at my daughter. So helpless. So innocent… and all she had in the world was me. A nobody, from nowhere, with nothing. And in that moment I knew that God was testing me. He was laying out a path before me and all I had to do was choose. So I put my hand on my little girls head and I leaned in and I could smell. And we prayed together. Prayed for wisdom. Prayed for strength… then I knew. I heard God’s plan for me. And I took my fingers and I put them on that little plastic tube taped to her angelic face and I pinched it shut. And after a little while her legs began to kick and kick… then nothing… stillness. Release. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh. Pain… sacrifice… these are all part of his test, and we have to prove that we can serve God no matter what he asks.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

[mcuntainbcrn]

[centeris2]

Broken Seals (part 2)

“... Yes?” the question came after a very long judging glare, the butler clearly not impressed by Alex.

“I’m uh, a friend of Anne’s, I was wondering if she was home? I, uh, have some notes she left at school?” Alex tried not to grimace at how obvious her lie was.

“I can take it to Miss von Blyssen,” he shot out his white gloved hand for the paper.

“Oh no! I uh, want to them to her myself, if that’s okay?” Alex tried again. The butler made a rather visible and audible sniff, Alex had a feeling he was sniffing her, and finally stepped back enough to let her inside.

Ugh, rich people.

“So I’ll just go to-”

“Stay here,” the butler said sharply before departing, leaving Alex awkwardly standing in the entrance. It probably had some fancy name that Alex couldn’t pronounce, something French probably. All the marble and artwork and flowers surely had fancy rich names.

“Oh,” Anne’s disappointed voice echoed through the hall, Anne clearly displeased to see Alex, “what do you want?”

“Uh, notes?” Alex said, Anne raising her eyebrow.

“Can we talk?” Alex sighed in defeat and admitted her purpose.

“Fine,” Anne muttered and motioned for Alex to come up the stairs and follow her down the hall, the butler watching her with a critical glare.

“Your butler is scary,” Alex muttered once she was inside Anne’s room and the door was closed.

“He takes his job seriously,” Anne offered before crossing her arms and staring Alex down.

“So? What did you want to talk about?” Anne got to the point.

“I just… wanted to apologize?” Alex winced again at her tone.

“Very sincere. What for?”

“I’m sorry for saying stuff behind your back, okay? There,” Alex said in a rush, Anne rolling her eyes.

“I feel so much better,” Anne muttered drily.

“I said sorry! You should say sorry!” Alex pointed out.

“Me? What for!”

“For saying nasty things about me!”

“I’m not sorry for that,” Anne snorted, crossing her arms.

“What! Why not?”

“Because I let you know my feelings, I didn’t hide them from you. You still haven’t told me what you said about me, you still aren’t being honest with me,” Anne demanded, angry and curious.

“Oh… uh… nothing too bad…” Alex winced.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Anne commented.

“Oh it’s all stuff you’ve heard before!” Alex tried to wave it away before she sighed, “just, like, that you’re stupid and only think about yourself, and only care about your makeup and always try to make yourself look better than you are.”

“Oh, I… figured you’d say worse to be honest,” Anne muttered, noticing Alex staring at the ground and blushing.

“Or did you?” Anne asked, Alex biting her lip and making sure she didn’t look at Anne.

“What? Did you call me a rich bitch cunt? Sleazy skank?”

“Yeah… but… I didn’t mean it?” Alex offered apologetically.

“Huh, never thought you’d be the coward,” Anne commented, making Alex snarl.

“Coward?! Who you calling a coward?” Alex demanded.

“You still won’t say it to my face,” Anne explained, not phased.

“Say what? What I think of you? Do you really want to know what I think of you!?” Alex demanded, her voice getting louder.

“You want us to be friends, you better be able to say how you feel about me to my face,” Anne pointed out.

“Fine! I think you’re an entitled cunt who has had everything handed to her, you think you’re the hottest shit and if anything gets in your way you flirt and flash your boobs or hike up your skirt to get what you want! Hell you didn’t even have to do anything to save the world! You didn’t fight or anything! You just sat back and made some pretty portals-” Alex’s words were cut off by Anne’s backhand across her face.

“I didn’t fight?” Anne hissed, “who went up against Sands and Jessica? Oh right, that was Concorde and I, we’re the ones who kicked them into that portal. Who climbed up and down a cliff and went into another dimension to get their horse? Oh yeah, me-”

“So you say! No one was there, you really expect me to believe the Pretty Princess of Jorvik would-”

“Yes I do! I thought friends believed each other!”

“And you always lie to make yourself feel better! You’re not the most popular, you’re not the prettiest, if Jessica hadn’t turned out to be evil she would have won the modeling contract! You convinced yourself that Josh liked you when he couldn’t care less about you! Then as soon as another guy comes along you throw yourself at him to become a model!” Alex knew she needed to stop and rein herself in, she needed to stop using such disgust in her tone. Alex could see the hurt in Anne’s eyes, but Alex just kept going.

“The only reason people like you is because you’re rich! You’re just a dumb bimbo that everyone laughs at behind your back because you’re too fucking stupid to realize everyone is just using you and they’ll ditch you when they are bored of you and something better comes along!”

“At least I’ll get somewhere!” Anne shouted back, fighting back tears with anger, “I’m not going to be stuck in some shit job turning into a drunk druggie like your mother!”

Alex decked Anne in the face, a line crossed, “don’t you fucking dare talk about my mother! She has worked and fought and earned everything unlike your mom who fucked her way into riches! At least my mother has dignity and I hope I have a fraction of her strength! You’re just going to end up in a miserable arranged marriage for your money like your mother!”

Anne said nothing, still looking away after Alex had punched her, and Alex took a moment to take a deep breath.

In the extended silence Alex continued to breath, realizing she felt better. All the nasty thoughts she had about Anne were now out in the open, and it felt… good?

“Wow… I…” Alex began to say with a smile before Anne glared at her, tears and blood running down her face.

“Get out.”

“Anne, I’m sorry, but didn’t that feel good? Now we can actually talk, sort things out, like friends-”

“I said get out!” Anne screamed, shoving Alex toward the door.

“Anne! Come on! We can talk-”

“Why!? So we can be ‘friends’? Why would you want to be friends with a lying dumb bimbo?! OH! So you can use me too! Of course!” Anne’s screaming got the attention of the butler, who opened the door.

“I didn’t mean that for us…” Alex protested, the butler gripping her shoulder.

“Is this person bothering you, Miss von Blyssen?” the butler asked, fingers digging in.

“Yes, get her out of here,” Anne snarled.

“Wait! Anne! We can talk about this! You just need some time to calm down! We’ll talk about this later, won’t we?” Alex shouted as she was pulled away. Anne closed the door, not bothering to watch Alex get thrown out.

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