Tarotstuck

[DistantRed]

((If you wish to join, please go look at the OOC post https://homestuckrole-play.rpg-board.net/t2438p45-tarot-stuck-interest-check-and-discussion#33693))
((Whoever wants to introduce the first character can if they want))

Shakespeare once said:

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts."

Shakespeare however did not know how big this stage truly was, nor did he know that men and women as HE knew them were players as well, nor did he know that there are multiple exits and entrances, and most importantly, he did not realize at all how many parts would be played.

Harry Houdini said:

"I am a great admirer of mystery and magic. Look at this life - all mystery and magic."

A great magician such as Houdini clearly knows that life is full of mystery and magic, but he never knew to what extent, nor did he know that this would all be shattered.

Mother Teresa said:

"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway."

Oh, how right she is. Again, her view was too narrow to truly understand. When you have the big picture, all will be known.

Queen Victoria said:

"Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves."

How fitting! Please forgive me for being so rude, but what is more quiet and calm than death? The greatest event is happening soon. The "exit" and "entrance" of everything is underfoot. Though there shall be many trifles along the way.

Julius Caesar said:

"The die is cast."

A fitting metaphor!... if your dice has thousands of sides, with multiple sides at once being possible, and new sides appearing and disappearing as it rolls.

St. John said:

"If a man wishes to be sure of the road he treads on, he must close his eyes and walk in the dark."

The path surely must be stumbling and falling then. Though if this is a quote meaning faith, it is true that there is only hope to not reach a bad ending.

Cleopatra said:

"All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise."

You shall welcome everything and never be comfortable again. I grant that wish. Hahahaha.

Sun Tzu said:

"The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand."

I'm not even sure anybody can count high enough to win this final battle.

Muhammad Ali said:

"If you lose a big fight, it will worry you all of your life. It will plague you - until you get your revenge."

He may have been referring to one of his own fights, but prepare for the most deadly plague without vengeance.

Buddha said:

"Chaos is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence."

Yet another person who doesn't have the full picture. There is so much more chaos than you even realize.

[quote]Salvador Dali said:

"Let my enemies devour each other."[/quotes]

We all consume each other like a snake eating its own tail.

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These are all points made by once-living people.
Now begins the story of more once-living people.

[BurdenKing]

Bevlea, her loose colorful clothing fluttering in the wind as her cart was drug through the great plains before her with the starry night sky over her head, watched as the horizon neared her yet still extended beyond itself. It grew infinity before her, only small features like hills and the occasional tree breaking the monotony of the view before her. Her Lusus pulled the cart along silently, still full after she had fed it just a couple hours before, so she simply pulled out her husk top out. She sought distraction, something to keep her mind from drifting off into REM and leaving herself vulnerable on such a vulnerable night.

ManeleCharlatan has come online

With her status changed, Bevlea began to surf around the web, trying to use various mapping programs to plot out her next destination, and her next meal ticket. She had swindled the fuck out of the last town, spreading the normal tall tales of fate and the power of the cards to a bunch of Highblood with to much money to spend. She had already counted and spent much of the loot, but there was a pile of gold and other such valuables still sitting behind her. It beckoned, but she knew to resist otherwise she would falls asleep counting her money as she always did.

No, tonight would be a long night, and she had to stay up until she was able to find an actually decent camp site that she could hide all of her possessions in. Seeing as how she was stuck in the middle of the fuck off huge plains, she could only try and keep an eye out and make sure her Lusus didn't drag her to some stupid as fuck location like a stream or something in the middle of the plains.

[thanatosGambit]

Drifting slowly through the various dream bubbles and Incipispheres of other sessions, the Land of Forests and Crystals glides peacefully through the void. Afraid to sleep, Jack drinks another alchemized Monster-coffee, his near-heart-attack of choice for maintaining his vigil. His land, dark as the Furthest Ring itself, rustles gently in the eternal breeze. Louder rustles could occasionally be heard through the treetops, but Jack tried not to think about that either.

His caffeine intake maxed out and his hands trembling visibly, Jack Terntal opens up his Blacktop. TAROTSTUCK is declared in capital letters at the top of the page, and although he had taken an interest in it recently due to his futile efforts to divine his fate, he has now become bored with the story. How could anyone read a story without pictures? Insanity.

Jack minimizes his open browser, whose name will remain obscured. He remembers speaking with his denizen, and like much of the other details about his session, he tries his best to forget. Instead, he scrolls down to an old version of Trollian he picked up to monitor his session. All of the lines have vanished, including his own, into utter black. This does not, however, stop him from using the program.

thanatosGambit has come online

Jack thinks for a moment about his mood, and finally decides upon 'mystified'. He truly has no idea as to how he is going to save himself, much less his former session, from the oblivion so familiar to the victims of causality. He decides to finally work up the courage and find someone to talk to. He begins to troll random people, randomly beginning chats with humans and trolls alike, simply looking to pass the time. He always felt more secure online anyways, like life hadn't completely screwed him yet.

[thanatosGambit]

Sera Fortes feels a paper ball bounce off her head, and tries to ignore it, irritated visibly. Another one follows, and then a third. Stifled giggling can be heard from her doorway.

Trying to meditate for just ten minutes, and this is what I get. Fantastic.

Becoming completely fed up, Sera rips off her headphones and momentarily laments the loss of music before wheeling and firing a Nerf gun at the doorway. Giggles turn to gasps as the children gathered at her door scatter.

"AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" Sera yells after them. Too late, they're already gone. She's normally quite cautious about her words, but since her parents aren't home and she's technically the acting babysitter, her frustration got the best of her good judgment.

That's certain to bring me some flak when they get home. Great one, Sera. Classy.

Sera often finds it difficult to stay out of her own head, and frequently retreats there on reflex whenever she feels a negative emotion. Which happens a lot, considering her younger siblings desperate need for attention.

Sera would do absolutely anything to be free of this life. She even thinks to herself, I would be able to face any dangers and conquer any disasters, if only I could just be free.

Walking to her door, she turns the lock and double-checks that the doorknob key is safely inside her room, removed from its normal place on top of her doorframe. Those little butt-munchers are going to have to break in here to bother me now. Let's see them do THAT without getting in heaps of trouble. Even as she thinks this to herself, she knows that she would ultimately be the one to pay the piper should the door be broken by her siblings, as she's "older" and "responsible", and all sorts of other nonsense. 17 isn't even that old!

Taking a deep breath to calm herself from her internal rant, Sera sits back down in front of her computer, ignoring the blank walls of her room and distinct lack of decor. All the imagery she required, she carried around inside her own optic memory, removing her motivation to spend time and money on sprucing up a room she barely noticed existed. Pesterchum should cheer her up. If they aren't nice there, at least they're usually entertaining. Plus no paper balls to be thrown at her head while she's online, so that's a plus.

grassrootsThaumaturge has come online

[paranoidArtisan]

Buck wakes up within his rather spacious and homely room, filled with all kinds of merchandise he collected from his trips with his brother in Japan. Suddenly, he felt a stinging pain; a headache, which he couldn't bear. It takes time for the headache to subside. Oh how he regretted drinking alcohol with his best friend  adoptive brother. The fact that he was curious of what vodka tastes is like a deathtrap, without the death, however, only an unbearable pain. A torture. Looks like he didn't start his morning all according to his daily routine.

It's a good thing that Pantheon took the liberty of leaving him a glass of water and aspirin to help subside the throbbing headache. He quickly took the medicine and drank the water provided to him. A few minutes of idleness later, he felt a little better.

It's a mistake he will never forget, yet it's not a mistake if looked upon the other way. Something good might have happened? He shook his head, his memories vague. All he remembers is Pantheon getting him to bed and fell asleep. Not that it means something or anything, baka, he muttered to himself. But still, it's a mistake, and it won't happen again. Never drink alcoholic beverages.

Oh well. Past is past, he declared, and he set off to start his daily routine. He went to his desk and turned on the laptop. A picture of a League of Legends champion, Renekton, is seen as his desktop wallpaper. He rubbed his hand on the screen playfully, and did his first order of business before surfing the net to watch some anime and read some manga.

paranoidArtisan has come online.

[thanatosGambit]

http://unsupported.msparp.com/chat/Tarotstuck/log

Here's the official log, as of right now. I hope it proves useful towards progressing the RP

EDIT: So it's only showing in the log what hasn't yet timed out of the official chat. You'll need to piece the two together to read the entire thing.

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