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fortunexix
an indie, selective/mutuals only rp blog featuring a pokemon oc, fortune teller sibyl. penned by rae.
About. Rules. Main Blog. Ask. How do readings work?
Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you
// Gonna come out and say that I want to interact with more people, but I get in my head about it. I'm always worried that I'm gonna bother people.
So I guess like this post if you want to interact or plot.
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖙.1
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. quotes from episodes 1-5, slightly edit for rp purposes. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.
"No live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality."
"When I was a kid, my brother taught me how to spot faces in clouds."
"This is a master key. It’s supposed to open any of the doors in the house."
"I believe you."
"And... I mean, that fucked me up pretty bad."
"But in the meantime... if you're feeling overwhelmed and you think nobody will understand, you can talk to me."
"You know, there's not a single record of this basement. It's not on any of the blueprints."
"This whole house is cold."
"Just because someone's a good person, just because you care about them... doesn't mean they won't burn you."
"Yeah, I'm... I don't know, I'm cold."
"This house is bad, [name]. It's bad."
"It's been like that since we were kids. It's a twin thing."
"I told you not to follow me. Why did you?"
"My little Houdini."
"I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."
"You just have to trust me on this. I haven't been wrong before, have I?"
"You're really freaked out, huh?"
"I know we're all going to have a lot of feelings about that... some more than others."
"Get up, we have to get out of here. Right now."
"You know how when you take one of your pictures, you capture something forever, just the way it is? Stories do that, too."
"What, is the guilt getting in the way of your new lifestyle?"
"I stayed as quiet as I could, thinking maybe he'd just stay down there. But then I heard a creak... that's how I knew he was coming."
"Dreams can spill, just like a cup of water spills sometimes."
"Dancing in the red room. Don’t step so loud."
"Something's bothering you tonight."
"It's time to wake up, sweetheart."
"Now you have to get dressed for bed. I have something you can wear. Middle drawer of my dresser."
"Sorry for everything I said. I should have always believed you, about everything."
"I've missed you. So much."
"And I see an accident waiting to happen if you don't pull those ropes down... bodies swinging back and forth right there."
"Pretty soon, I start seeing that little dead girl's face everywhere."
"Just, maybe it's a middle child thing, but I just would rather focus on living my actual life."
"I'm having a total déjà vu right now."
"The dumbwaiter is not a toy, it can be dangerous."
"I just feel kind of weird about how I left the other night."
"I mean, I don't know, what do people usually talk about? How are you? How was your day? Stuff like that."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't... I couldn't... I couldn't help her."
"Most times, a ghost is a wish."
"I mean, I feel like... I can feel him here sometimes."
"I told you she was in trouble. I told you to find her."
"You can hold onto it tonight, and when you're older, I'll give you this one."
"I'd like you to answer me now."
"I'm frozen. I can't talk or move my arms or legs. I usually start to panic, and my breath gets fast and heavy."
"Sleep paralysis is actually more common than you think, but it's completely harmless."
"The night after he died. It started with drops of water."
"Stand here… is it cold? Do you feel cold?"
"I'm pretty good at secrets."
"You've never cared about anyone more than yourself, and that's sad."
"You... You believe me, right?"
"Now, I've been called a lot of things in my life, but 'fearless' is not one of them."
"They say she's a nightmare, but she's real."
"You might want to come up with an excuse, though. You know, something that's gonna piss her off less than the truth."
"You... you fixed her."
"The mind… it is a powerful thing. Especially the grieving mind."
"Yeah? And how old were you when you came out?"
"She's not mean... she's scared."
"It's just a carcass in the woods. It's just a carcass... in the woods."
"You know, you're supposed to protect me. But you say the meanest things to me when I try to tell you."
"It’s funny, you think you’d scream when you see something like that, but you don’t. You just stare."
"Hallucinations are actually fairly common because of the disrupted boundary between your dream state and your wakefulness."
"And I'm gonna be right here, right there with you. All the way, just like you were for me, okay?"
"She's going to have a pretty messed up view of death coming out of this no matter what."
"That’s okay, I get scared too sometimes."
"She doesn’t talk, even if I yell at her. She just stares at me. And her eyes must hurt... because she doesn’t blink."
"You don't have to help me. I'll find her."
"Don't touch me!"
"We didn't know you were into... uh, bridesmaids?"
"He was dead. He was dead and she was back."
"I want the gates and doors locked. I want the only keys. I want to know, every day, that it’s empty."
"Do you remember what we talked about before? About our dreams?"
"Hill House [or location], not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within."
"I'm sorry to bring this up again, but... why the hell would she go to that house?"
"She never stays after dark."
"I didn't understand then, but I guess I do now."
"You're a crazy kid, you know that?"
"I believed you. I always, always believed you."
"The house had stood so for a hundred years before my family moved in, and it might stand for a hundred more."
"… And whatever walked there, walked alone."
"When you're little, you learn how to see things that aren't there. And when you grow up, you learn how to make them real."
"Hold on to me, very tight. Keep your eyes closed. No matter what you hear, don’t open them."
"What matters is you want to change."
"She fucking knew better... and she did it anyway."
"You see? Nothing scary at all."
"This is where he died."
"Don't worry, [name]. I don't expect you to believe me."
"Touch me."
"And she buried it so deep she had to make up a monster just to compartmentalise and cope."
"That's the first step: imagine the worst thing possible, assume it's true, and go from there."
"You had another nightmare? You can sleep with me for tonight."
"There's... something down here."
"They don't believe me about anything."
"Should we talk about your day, or would you rather come to bed?"
"You get in, lock the doors, don't unlock until you see me come outside."
"No, no, no, no, no, no!"
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"I'm interested in what services you have to offer."
A tall man in a black coat is outside her wagon, appraising it with a smile of some sort while clasping his gloved hands behind his back.
"A fortune teller? Did I hear that right?"
He finally looks in her direction, setting himself into action and holding his left hand out for a shake.
"I'm a friend of that funny man you read for a few days ago. Red hair, big smile, you know the one."
Sibyl looked down from where she sat in the driver's box of her wagon— though not far down as the man standing beside her was quite tall. She regarded him with a blank expression as she attempted to get a read on him. He was smiling at her, but there was something about him that unsettled her.
"I am indeed a fortune teller," she answered, reluctantly turning to face him fully. "I remember him. Did he... send you to me?"
It wasn't uncommon for a patron to refer a friend to her. However, Sibyl got the feeling that this man was no friend of Alder's. She would keep that to herself for now. Just in case her suspicion was ill-placed.
"Have you come to see what insight I might have? Or have you come for something else?"
psy·chic adjective relating to or denoting faculties or phenomena that are apparently inexplicable by natural laws, especially involving telepathy or clairvoyance.
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the harsh skepticism that dulls faba's initial thrill for receiving such an analysis continues to crease his brow as he allows for several quiet moments to creep by when she responds with a seemingly new-found sense of respect, describing her reading from an entirely new — much more realistic — angle. that is more like it!
he sniffs, peering down at the spread once more. sibyl's quick turnaround, especially when paired with her dramatization, might be considered foolish, if it were not true — many people could stand to learn from him. why stop at just one student when he has surely earned the ear of at least one hundred? the stars of course, having perished ages ago, would not know anything about that. still, it could serve as a decent enough start, he supposes.
his gaze snaps onto her outstretched hand, regarding it carefully. it seemed she had no intention of letting faba run her out of town under the pretense of fraud, though she planned to leave soon enough. to accept would only make things more interesting between them, as he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be keeping a vigilant eye on the stand either way.
worst case? she gets the satisfaction of being right, and he is stuck with some nosey ward, as he would choose to see it. best case? he gets paid, as well as the most delectable I told you so! that he's been treated to in years. how could he resist?
"very well," he finally relents with a chuckle, dropping the weight of the chair back upon the pavement as he leans forward with his own hand reaching out to take hers weakly in begrudging agreement, "seeing as you are so confident, I find myself inclined to accept... however, I do hope that you are prepared to face your truth should the luck that has seen you through thus far abandon you during this venture."
As she shook Faba's hand Sibyl smirked, though it was obscured by her mask. His reaction was predictable. These haughty types would hop on any opportunity to boost their own egos. She was more than happy to humble him. It was just a shame it would have to wait.
Though perhaps there was one way for her to get some instant gratification from this meeting.
"Yes, I am sure all of my accomplishments have simply been nothing more than one long lucky streak," said Sibyl as she leaned back casually in her chair. Crossing her legs, Sibyl folded her hands neatly in her lap before locking eyes with Faba. She stared him down as the cards on the table began to move on their own.
One by one, each card rose up off the table and slipped itself neatly into the deck sitting in front of Sibyl. Then the deck shuffled itself for the next client to come.
Then Sibyl chuckled and added, "I am a charlatan and a fake psychic after all."
"Five thousand, alright." He nabbed a 5-note, and two more 1-notes to go with it before folding them all together and putting them on Sibyl's side of the table. The rest of the bills are promptly folded up again and stuffed back into his pocket just in time for him to clue-in to the sound of another friend approaching.
He hardly has the time to register just what it is he's looking at before 'Cheese' is hopping up into his lap, and by that point he'd accepted it completely. His grin's as wide as can be, sufficiently distracted by the friendly Pokémon enough so that he greets the little guy, thanks him for coming to see him, and then lays his hand down with his palm facing the Chingling in case it wanted some affection.
Remembering why he was here in the first place, Alder returned his attention to the lady across from him,
"Oh, it's no problem. I don't mind at all. Maybe he'll bring me good luck, eh?"
When offered affection, Chingling happily nuzzled into Alder's palm with a cheerful chirp. Sibyl watched her Pokemon with a smile on her face— though it was obscured behind her mask. Alder was a kind man. That much was apparent from how gentle he was with Cheese.
Her attention turned to her cards as she began to shuffle the deck. Once thoroughly shuffled, Sibyl selected a card from the top, middle and bottom of the deck before laying them out between herself and Alder. Then she waved her hand over the cards, the cards seemingly flipping themselves over with the motion.
Sibyl looked over the cards, stroking her chin as she considered their meanings. Her smile slowly faltered when she realized what the cards were telling her.
"The Lovers and Justice. Both in reverse," she started, motioning to the first and middle card.
"Together these cards paint the picture of a tragedy," she went on. "You have lost a partner— a Pokemon that was dear to you. That is what the Lover's tell me. As for Justice, you blamed yourself for the loss and let the grief weigh on you."
Then she motioned to the last card.
"The Moon represents many things. From illusions and trickery to confusion and secrets. However, here it tells me that you have or that you will confront the part of yourself that clung to the grief that steered you away from your path."
Sibyl smiled again. "You have a warm spirit. I believe you will use what you have learned to help guide others along their own journeys."
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Sitting in the driver's box of her wagon with a sleeping Chingling seated comfortably in her lap, Sibyl watched the road ahead as her Tauros pulled them onward. The old wooden cart swayed and creaked with every bump and dip in the uneven dirt road. The trip was long and she was looking forward to settling down for the evening.
"Just a few more miles," she told herself with a yawn. Just a few more miles and they would be in a new town. A new town meant new clients. New clients meant more money. More money meant—
Sibyl's thoughts were halted by an odd sight ahead; there was a man lying on the road ahead. Pulling back on the reins, Sibyl commanded her Tauros to stop. When the cart came to a stop, she set hopped down from the driver's box with her Chingling in hand and approached the man on the road.
"Sir, are you okay?"
// I am hoping to have those starters out today. I'm sorry.
What does your soul look like?
A shadowed figure within a void. You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.
// I want Sibyl to be cool but also a little pathetic and a little funny.
Sibyl thumbed through her wallet as she counted the cash she had available under her breath. She had just enough for some supplies. Food and fresh water for a trip to the next town over. That meant new clients and more cash. And so the wheel turned ever forward.
However, the psychic's thoughts of the immediate future were cut short when she bumped into someone on the street. Nearly dropping her wallet, Sibyl snatched the worn leather billfold out of the air, clutching it like it was her last lifeline. Then she looked at the person she had so carelessly bumped into.
"I am sorry," she said, quickly bowing her head. "I should watch where I am going."
// Sorry, yall. Work was insane today. But I am free to make those starters/do those replies tomorrow!!
// apparently anon was off. It's on now. lmao
// I really want to use Sibyl more. Maybe like/comment if you want a starter