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[interconnectedness]

cw: parental murder, blood, general craziness and demons?

[ What's most apparent is that he's not in his body, not his real body. The knife is still solid in his hand as he goes into his parent's room. He doesn't really want to do it but they've already been using him and now he knew that they were trying to do the same thing to other children -- using them as pawns to summon demons and start the apocalypse.

He had to stop them. No one else would stop them, after all, and they were going to destroy everything good in the world just like they'd destroyed him. When he'd been just a baby a portal had been opened, one that never closed. He'd been used in their attempt to take away all the good. He knew even at the young age of 11 that he was too far gone, damaged, but they couldn't take away the simple beauties in life for everyone else, like sunsets. Simon loved sunsets and his parents and those like them wanted to destroy that for everyone.

So, what came next was violent and unhinged. His parents were asleep when he first starts to stab them. He keeps stabbing and stabbing. Everything is covered in blood and what's left behind is a scene from a horror movie.

But the next thing you know, Simon's in his bed, there's no blood but his parents are certainly dead. ]

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[11calls]

[Alex doesn't know what to say for a moment, but she can still smell blood around her, and feel it on her hands for a moment even though there's no blood on him. Or on her. There's an itch that feels like there wants to be blood there, but in the end it's all she can do but to just take a few deep breaths before she responds softly and the words are laced and woven with every single bit of Alex's single minded determination:]

We're going to save the sunsets, Simon.

[interconnectedness]

[ Sometimes, Alex is very good at knowing exactly the right thing to say. Simon doesn't say anything at first, though. The whole thing is a bit... jarring to him despite all the strange things. ]

I know. [ Because Alex is the one that can save the world. ]

[11calls]

Okay. [There's a soft smile in her voice before she adds:]

Are you okay? With this whole thing being out, I mean. It's not like home where people have to listen to the podcast to know you.

[interconnectedness]

It does not matter now.

[ It's already out there after all. ]

[11calls]

Yeah it does. It sucks. Is there anything I can do for you though?

[Alex will tell people to fuck off for him if she needs to.]

[interconnectedness]

What could you possibly do, Alex?

[nobasisinfact]

[There's a long pause before Richard actually speaks.]

I think you need a drink.

[interconnectedness]

What would I need a drink for?

[nobasisinfact]

There's any number of answers to that.

[interconnectedness]

And?

[nobasisinfact]

And there's the distinct probability that people are going to pry.

[interconnectedness]

There is a distinct probability I am good at evasion.

Audio:justannie

[spherenpc]

Do you regret it?

[interconnectedness]

Never.

[spherenpc]

Did it need to be done?

[interconnectedness]

Yes.

[spherenpc]

Then you did the right thing. A good thing.

audio;

[tevinteraltus]

Well, I suppose that is one way to avert an apocalypse.

[interconnectedness]

It was not the end of it.

[tevinteraltus]

Really? Parricide didn't do the trick, then?

[interconnectedness]

They were only one cog in a machine.

[tevinteraltus]

The apocalypse machine, I assume. Very well, then. Are you heroically seeing to the others, then?

audio - un; Angel [Late 1/28/2019]

[unknownmoirai]

[She's sitting at the edge of one of the spheres, watching the bend and bow of the water outside as she sorts through the different memories. She doesn't make a habit of replying to them but seeing Simon's makes her pause. Uncertainty twists uncomfortably in her stomach but hope blossoms there too.

This isn't right... not completely.

It's close to the middle of the night when she finally replies. Her voice is feminine, sweet and feather light as she confidently whispers the one fact she knows to be true.]

No one can steal the sunset.

[interconnectedness]

It's not a literal sentiment. These people want to steal things that make people happy, the good things in life. They want the world to end.

[unknownmoirai]

I understand that but that isn't exactly what I mean either.

[She pauses thoughtfully and then continues.]

Do you stop believing in the sun when it hides behind the clouds? There might be dark days ahead of you but there is no end and no beginning. Life is and it will thrive. Where there is darkness there is light but the opposite is true as well.

Everything exists in a balance and where there are people who wish to steal it, there are the equally strong fighting back. Hope, like the sun, is what keeps us going forward. It allows us to see the best parts of ourselves, even when we are blind to it.

[She pauses and exhales a slow steadying breath.]

That's all I mean. Nothing is hopeless.
Some things are just harder than others.