Or so I wished, real life it turns out doesn’t really gel well with storybook fiction….
“Jacobine brocht hàà indéfini Hiiser?”
On hearing these words, Jacobine instantly popped right up from her sunder and started to rapidly sweep her hair with her hands in an effort to neaten it. Sensing that even that wasn't enough, she reached for her very pristine comb to straighten it even further, turning her once tumbleweed of a hair to dried spaghetti perfection. Satisfied, she then put on the finishing touches in the form of her petting her skirt down, making itlook a little less dishevelled. Seeing the massive transformation that was taking place right before my eyes, I couldn’t help but just sit there in shocked silence as Jacobine wrapped up her performance. Edging for me to stay quiet, Jacobine then replies.
“Mamaaa do keen heiii.”
A short pause ensues before the voice on the back spoke back, rather unconvinced, “Qualificatif Jacobine? ìch heer Stìmma.”
“Keng mama nee et gëtt keen hei.”
This time a longer pause ensues as the voice from beyond was presumably thinking whether to trust her words or not. The answer was not, unfortunately, as she proceeds once again pressed Jacobine “Jacobine ìch heer hàà. Dü wìrklig sìcher non persona drii Hüss? Mama nìt vertràuia. Mma kumma Zentrum”
“Ma..m..aa” Jacobine says, trying to form whatever sentence she could think of to dissuade the person outside from coming in, but it’s too late. With a click, the door swings wide open to reveal none other than Jacobine’s mom on the other side. Or well at least what I assume was her mom. Their looks were so uncannily similar, I wouldn't have been surprised one bit if it did turn out to be her sister! Just like Jacobine, her mom too was blessed with the trait of luscious brown hair, with her tying it up in a ponytail style identical to the one Jacobine was sprouting. In fact they were so similar even her clothing style matched, with her mom too was dressed in the weird old fashionist way wearing a simple wool blouse and shawl similar to Jacobine. As far as I was concerned, the person that just budged in might as well have been Jacobine with additions of wrinkles here and there due to ageing.
On seeing that Jacobine’s room was intruded by well... me, Jacobine’s mom instantly turned to face Jacobine with a look that told me that Jacobine was probably a little under the cosh for bringing me in.
“Jacobine,” Her mom says way more angrily now “Wie oft habe ich dir gesagt, dass du deine revolutionären Freunde nicht nach Hause bringen sollst?? Willst du, dass die Polizei wieder an unsere Tür klopft?”
So apparently Jacobine has been bringing some other ‘revolutionary’ friends home huh.. What happened to Besties for life huh Jacobine??? But whatever, save this information mind, it might be useful for later….
“Mammaa net all Frënn, déi ech Heem ze dinn, sinn d ' revolutionär, si ass alles aner als revolutionär!” Jacobine replies the kind of tone a kid might use when he/she was doing naughty things and really really wants their parents to leave him/her alon
“Nun, wenn sie keine Syndikalistin ist, was ist sie dann??” Her mom ask demandingly
Oh no mam I am 100% not whatever syndie scum you were talking about, in fact I think it's finally time to properly introduce myself ay.
“Mam,” I say in the most polite tone I could muster, “I am not some ‘revolutionary’ friend, I am Katherine von Weiss, daughter of Konrad von Weiss and proud member of the Weiss Family.” but ended up sounding a little imperious “And as a member of the Weiss Family, I can assure you that I am anything but a revolutionary/syndicalist. Do not fear mam, with I around, no police will ever come knocking ever.”
Hearing this my words, all the colour instantly faded from Jacobine’s mother’s. Then she bowed, and not just any bow. She put in a lot of effort into her curtsy, making sure to have her feet in a v shape as her hands on both sides and pulled at her blouse hard enough to see the taut but not hard enough to overstretch her blouse and thus breaking it. She then bowed her head forward, trying her best to make it go as low as possible in order to show the maximum respect towards me, a teenager. Like whattt. Contrastingly, Jacobine is just standing there facepalming herself in one corner watching the whole scene pan out.
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I, for one, was just as stunned as Jacobine’s mom and was desperately looking at Jacobine for advice on what to do next. Seeing this clear indecision, Jacobine gave herself one final facepalm before quietly saying something along the lines of she won’t look up unless you give her permission to before going back to her previous state. Knowing this I adopted the imperious tone of old and spoke once again “I Daughter of Konard Weiss allow you Mother of Jacobine to raise your head once more.”
Only when the last of my words exit from my mouth did Jacobine’s mom slowly start rise back up. Tilting first her head back to a straight positon before untangling the rest of her body from the curtsey position. Now back to her original state, Jacobine’s mom ascertained that it right for her to speak again and with an extremely formal tone said “Pardon me for my previous display of brashness Fräulein Weiss, my child Jacobine Vahelm, she has been inviting many 5th columnist into the house lately and I had foolishly thought you were one of them. I never expected my daughter would have befriended a person of such high esteem as yourself, Fräulein Weiss.”
“Uhhh,” I begin, still a little uncertain how I was to response to this. Should I say something like idk what the heck you talking mam got get some pills and you know prepare for whatever whacking I get next?? Or like actually make some lore-appropriate response lest the gods strike me down again? Seeing that Jacobine was basically giving me the please just get on with it look, I decided to opt for the latter option. “Do not apologise for your child actions mam, taking care of her must have already been quite the handful and burdening you with my words won't drive home the point any further. As such, I would also request you to not fret about your child, under my guidance I will ensure that your child is lead onto a superior path, one less corrupted by the influences of said entities..”
Hearing this mini speech of mine, Jacobine’s mom nods her head reverently as if I was the second coming of Christ or smth. “Oh thank you Von Weiss, thank you for what you have done for our family. The Vahelm family will be eternally grateful for your help.”
"It was no problem at all Mdm Vahelm."
"But it is so, what..whatever can I do to repay your kindness von Weiss?" She begs
"Well," I say hearing my stomach grumble, "Some food would be nice."
"Happily Von Weiss. Would some cake to be to your liking, Fräulein? I understand it most likely won't be the best you have eaten but…"
"It's fine," I say cutting her off. My stomach had grumbled earnestly the moment it heard cake and frankly I kinda wanted to get her out of my presence, "If that is all you have, then that is all you shall serve."
"Very well von Weiss,” Se says before giving a small curtsey “I'll be back shortly,” Jacobine mom says before scurrying into the kitchen to prepare what I assume was the cake.
Seeing the last portion of her body having finally been eclipsed by the partitioning wall, I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Finally, it is all over. Not only has my friendship with Jacobine never been stronger, but I am now also receiving a cake to top it off. It seems that today is going surprisingly well. Now all I have to do is to just follow the plan and talk some filler with Jacobine before I can finally pang kang. Mission accomplished.
Turning back to face Jacobine, I couldn’t help but let out a smile. Oh how I love it when a plan comes together. "So Jacobine, what are gonna do nooooooooowwwwwww."
Eh what's happening to my voice? Waittt…. no no no this can't be happening, not now!
But it was.
Everything had ground to a stop. Jacobine's expression slowly cruising mid-movement, her mom's foot just peeking from the partition, inching slowly forward, even the air itself seemed to have come to a standstill, the very particles themselves hanging in suspended animation.
As for me, well I was basically in full on denial mode. No way could this happen! I thought the phenomenon stopped way back! Wasn’t I just supposed to be trapped in this world forever and suck thumb?? I mean yea I do obviously want to go back to my old world and get myself dragged into whatever flavour of the month shenanigans Jacobin is up to then meet my eventual demise once the police deem us as too big to ignore. But you knowww here's nice too I guess. Plus I just solved my friendship issues with Jacobine and am feeling particularly proud of myself. It is thus natural that I won't want to you know just well throw it away. Waittttt, doesn't this kinda mean tacit acceptance of my situation… Hold up, do I even want to go back to my old normal life now?
Well either way It not like I have an option to stay anyways since force of nature don’t exactly give priorities to let overgrown apes like us choose stuff unfortunately. Knowing this, I decided that since I can't possibly probably break out of it and that the forces that have conspired to form this isn't going to just give up anytime soon, I might as well get on with it already. Thus I pushed my sole hard into the ground and slowly but surely tipped my body backwards to the point that I would fall straight to the ground once my feet left the ground. With the last bits of my strength, I did just that, figuratively flinging (in reality I just did a hard wiggle) my body off the floor and letting it float slowly towards the ground. The last thing I remember before my head made contact with the ground was my mind tearing itself apart debating my fealty to the world as the forces set in once again, dragging me back to my old world.