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Sounding a lot like hocus pocus magic shit from the who-where’s on the underside of the entire universe– he finds himself slump in posture at the words of a dumb tarot card throwing accuracy sharper than a blade through his chest. Though the last bit of his fortune telling was a bit off; abrasive in his mind. He dared to listen, and now he had to comment:
[ I don’t believe I have any goals, right now. ] –clarified briefly. i don’t have any goals at all…. He appeared troubled in visage, but on the other hand he was merely thinking with unwanted anxiety crawling up his spine. An itchy sensation fit for events he associated with forgetfulness or neglect. With all due respect the reading was quite vague in its description– everybody had someone they suffered with, right? He was of many and it wasn’t a big deal in the long run. [ don’t suppose this reading belongs to another Len, yeah? ]
Hand retreats, card returns to deck and hands shuffle them. Head tilting side to side, childlike eyes stare down at the droid. “Incense must be surrounding the wrong Len, yeah?” Holiday playfully mimics the blond’s speech pattern. Moving deck aside, arms fold on the table.
“I don’t take payments. That should inform my reading may not be accurate. I’m a beginner.” He adds with a laugh. A finger traces along table’s surface. “That aside, back to you. It sounds to me your setbacks are past woes. Emotional wounds dwindle motivation. It’s commonly associated with events such as breakups, an unrequited love, and loss of a family member or friend. Loss could be leaving out of your life, or death. Everyone goes through it and moves on, but there are times it cuts deep. There are people who have a hard time moving on and others who can’t move on at all. As everyone experiences it, not everyone can get over it. And one thing not everyone goes through is abuse.”
Clearing throat, the man continues. “I assume half of the reading was correct? Now this is only an assumption. Perhaps you don’t have any goals from the possibility of your emotional wounds that are deeper than a cut, it’s psychological trauma.” Holiday nervously fidgets with bracelets on his left wrist. “You looked like something was bothering you for a second, so I’m only speculating off of that.”
“Gaze into the crystal ball.” the man commands, wiggling his fingers. “I’m only kidding. Crystal balls don’t work. At least not for me, I’ve tried.”
He stands from his seat, excusing himself from the table as he picks up every lit candle and sets them at different surface edges to illuminate the room. Holiday returns to his seat and pulls a deck in hand. “Kagamine Len, right? Well, one of many.” He nods. Shuffling through the tarots, only one is chosen from the rest.
“This card represents yourself or any questions you may have. If you have any questions, I will gladly answer them for you after reading.”
Flipping it, he answers. “You card is Nine of Wands.
When the Nine of Wands appears in a spread it indicates that you are experiencing on-going difficulties and feel that you are losing faith in your own abilities. Stay true to what you believe in and stand your ground, however do not become stubborn and inflexible. Maybe you have been hurt in the past and now you are protecting yourself and being wary of making any future commitments, which may be due to the emotional wounds from a past relationship. You must obviously have become a stronger person due to your emotional experiences, but be aware that you do not come over as a cold and bitter person with others, especially with loved ones or those who are close to you.
Do not allow setbacks to cause you to lose incentive, stay focused on your goal. Have the courage and determination to succeed no matter what the obstacles or opposition you come up against, and it’s alright for you to stand your ground but use gentle strength and don’t make any demands. With quiet resolution you will reach your goal. Obviously you don't want to allow yourself to be defeated, so by all means prepare yourself for any setbacks. As a matter of fact you know that you are equipped to face the challenges ahead and have the strength to tackle any problem, all you need to do is just put the effort that will guarantee a successful outcome. You might be in in a position where you have to bide your time, but you must stay faithful to the purpose or goal, and once you have overcome the obstacles you are free. You just need to recognise that you are in a strong position to move forward. Even if everyone and everything seems to be against you at the moment, don’t give up.”
The man pats Len’s hand in reassurance at the table. Incense vapor from the side coil Len, loosely wrapping behind and dispersing.
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Deep within the forest of the unknown where neither sun nor moon are present, only a canopy of trees with purple light shining through the cracks illuminating the only path. Further into the walkway, trees decrease in size and branches divide. Above is both sky and clouds in purple monochrome, an unusual color.
In line of sight is a bridge of bricks connecting to a small piece of land surrounded by water where a cozy old-fashioned home is built. Disheveled wooden planks lay around the yard, an incomplete pathway.
“We have a customer!” Gretel exclaims, peeking through a stained glass from the bottom floor.
Ciel covers his face with a medical mask previously tucked under his chin. Hansel scrambles about, calling out for Strawberry Witch, or Fragola. If that even is her name.
A red carpet bursts through the door, knocking over the cauldron displayed outside. Two blonds step foot out, welcoming Jersey. At the doorway stands Fragola, pulling the carpet with her toy-like wand, bringing Jersey into the house bigger in comparison of the exterior. The young woman reaches for Jersey’s waist before he falls face-first into the ground. Hansel and Gretel grit their teeth at each other in shock. That was a close one!
“Hansel, Gretel! Prepare a table for this young man.”
They bow their heads at her and skip to an empty spot of the building. The two summon their wands, much threatening in appearance compared to Fragola’s. The sharp end of Hansel’s staff taps the ground and he draws out a table then chair through the floorboards. Gretel follows suit aiming her cute firearm above and pulls the trigger three times. A tablecloth falls above with a plate and utensils. The young woman smiles at Jersey, patting him on the back and motions him to sit.
“Welcome to Amazing Dolce, the newest bakery cafe in business. I’m Fragola and I’ll be your waitress this lovely afternoon.” The witch introduces, holding out a menu.
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With Campus smiling through the door frame when the door opens, Jersey can’t help but smile back. He greets Campus and nods when he says one of his brothers are here and they have to keep quiet, closing his eyes and titling his head upwards when Campus starts to lean down to connect his lips with Jersey. Their lips never meet however and Jersey blinks his eyes open to see Campus standing up straight with his face over his shoulder. Jersey picks up the sound of footsteps and someones voice as he leans to look behind his friend at the source of the noise. Campus’s brother Holiday appears and Jersey doesn’t relax too much. He doesn’t mind Holiday really, he seems like a chill person to be around but Jersey hasn’t interacted with him much one-on-one since he really only comes to visit to spend time with Campus and Parka. He hardly ever sees Holiday at home either due to Holiday always being away because of his work. Maybe Jersey can finally get to know him a little better since he’s here? “Hi Holi. Yep one of the blonde ones is here once again.” Jersey replies, giving Holiday a small wave. Holiday seems to turn and continue walking in front of them when Jersey enters the house. Campus is beside him starting small talk with Jersey while walking up the hallway. Jersey snakes his arm around Campus’s side and happily keeps talking until his eyes catch Holiday turning to enter the kitchen. The smell of food then suddenly hits Jersey’s nose as he and Campus venture further. “Were you in the middle of eating something, Camp?” Jersey questions as he drops his arm back to his side and rushes on ahead, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen to take a look. Holiday is standing in front of a table with rows of plates situated along it, decently sized hot pockets placed upon each. Holiday slowly turns his head away from the mass of plates to look at Jersey due to his sudden entrance. Jersey is rooted still in the doorway not really sure about what to do. His eyes train on Holiday’s own, giving him a look of confusion and a silent ‘What are you doing?’ is evident along with it.
Campus finally catches up to Jersey in the doorway, peering into the room as well. Jersey breaks eye contact with Holiday and turns to his friend. “Um..I dunno if you guys made them all cause I was coming but ah..That’s a bit much for three people don’t you think?..six hot pockets..really? I mean I’m always up for seconds but y'know..”
“Oh, yeah. We get a couple a blonds here.” The elder brother responds with a yawn, turning away from the two. Campus shakes his head, mumbling he only recalls having Jersey over and seeing White, but barely. Not exactly a couple of blonds. “Ya know, I was working with some other blond folks this week, and the week before.” He slowly speaks, making his way to the kitchen. Campus shivers, pleasantly, when he feels Jersey’s arm around him, continuing to chat about recent happenings and so on. “Do you wanna watch a movie? We got a couple of new ones— Huh? Oh, no, not at all. I wasn’t eating anything before you came in.”
The older teen follows behind, peeking into the entrance and spying more than three plates. “What the, did you just cook all that?” He questions his brother, who looks back at him. That just proves Campus had no involvement in this. As for Holiday, he rubs his eyes with a chuckle. “Ahaha, I forgot about these. I just went and put two more in the microwave, then I see this.”
“... You’ve made a total of eight hot pockets. Um, ehem, I think I’ll probably take two or three off your hands.” He nudges Jersey to enter the kitchen, stepping in himself.
Holiday opens the microwave, picking up two plates. “That’s it, no more cooking. Gotta remember I already made this many! I’ll be taking three, I’m pretty hungry.” The young man picks up a third turnover, then a glass bottle resembling beer. Turns out it’s sparkling apple peach juice.
“Hey, you guys wanna watch a movie? Unless I ain’t too cool to hang around, heheh.” The elder brother grins and Campus shakes his head, “No, no. It’s totally fine.”
“I wish I had my phone on me, pretty sure Parka woulda gotten a good laugh at this!” Holiday laughs, striding out the kitchen. Campus looks over to Jersey, raising a brow. “Do you want to grab two, or three? Unless we cut one in half if you’re not that hungry. Also, what kind of drink? We got soda, juice, cider, a little bit of other.”
Jersey is sitting absentmindedly on the coach holding his PSvita and hitting buttons in time with the notes on his game. He sighs, only really playing this to pass the time before glancing down towards his phone resting beside his leg. His eyes light up when he realises it’s about time for him to get going, putting his hand held console to sleep and slipping his jersey that’s hung over the couch around his waist, pulling it into a tight knot.
Today Jersey is visiting his best friend Campus at his house and not the apartment he shares with…a certain asshole. So that is to say Jersey is pretty ecstatic as he rushes out the door shouting a quick goodbye to Punkish and putting his keys in the ignition of his motor scooter as fast as he can. How unlike him. Punkish is probably wondering what possessed the teen’s body today.
Beaming down the streets Jersey shoots a quick text to Campus to say that he’ll be there in around ten minutes before pocketing his phone again. Campus would probably kill him if he knew that Jersey had used his phone while driving but he didn’t need to know. The road was pretty dead at this time anyways. A large house came into view after about nine minutes of driving and Jersey proceeded to pull into the driveway, maneuvering around the side of the house and parking his scooter in the spot that he’s had claimed for years. Hopping off the scooter he only just came to realise that he’d been driving without his helmet when he reached up to grab it off his head and only ended up latching onto fistfuls of hair.
’Ah..well lucky it was dead on the road today..Heh.’ Jersey thought while slowly removing his hands from his helmet-less head.
Jersey made his way up the pathway towards the door, checking his phone to see is he had received any messages while driving. There was one from Blue that Jersey quickly dismissed, he’d read it later and maybe reply, he didn’t have time for his weird antics right now. Jersey disappointingly placed his phone back in his pocket and gave a few knocks on the door. He wondered if it would just be Campus here today or if any of his brother’s would be home too.
Campus picks up his phone the second he feels a vibration on his stomach, where his device laid on. It’s a text from from his best friend!
Wait, hold up. He’ll be here in ten minutes? He drops his phone on the couch, quietly running up the stairs to change out of his pajama pants. He was dressed earlier, minus the pants, to be more comfortable at home. He then rushes to the bathroom, combing his hair to give it more style.
He finishes just in time seconds before hearing knocks at the front door. The older teen quickly heads down the steps to the door, opening it with a smile.
“Hey, glad to see you!” He greets him and lowers his head. “One of my bros is home while the other two are out. He’s napping so can’t be too loud.” There’s a pause until Campus taps at his own lips. “There’d be no problem doing that, right...?” He refers to kissing.
A hand rests on the blond’s shoulder and footsteps are heard from up the stairs. Campus stands straight in surprise. Speak of the devil.
“Mmm, hey, did someone come home?” A tired voice inquires the older teen. It doesn’t sound like Parka and that voice sounds too relaxed to be Genius. It’s none other than the second eldest, Holiday.
Campus removes his hand from his friend, “Uh, yeah. It’s just Jersey.”
“Huh... Oh, the blond one.” The elder brother walks up to them, scratching around his messy bedhead hair.
“There’s more than one blond, eheh...” He replies with subtle disappointment because he can’t do what he requested earlier. Might that be too questionable or may that not matter? “Ah, sorry, sorry! Please sit down.” The older teen motions his friend to enter further inside.
[[Wow! It’s been a year and I was having a little struggle trying to figure out the email, but I got it.
I was thinking about promoing this blog but nah, since a lot of people ignored my replies and starters, to put it bluntly. Some of you are familiar in my list, I’m @mirroredsinger. I’ll be using this account with friends rather than with strangers. If I even need to make this post. If I have interacted with you before, and talked (just a bonus), I don’t mind roleplaying with you. Also this account will have new muses, but I don’t feel up to adding them into the list. Not now or tomorrow, at least. I do have a lot of module muses!
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Energy walked slowly along the footpath towards the hospital doors, his eyes never leaving his left arm that was being cradled by the other. His arm sported a horrific gash that was loosely bandaged with material that seemed to be ripped from a shirt of some kind.
Energy hissed lightly as the wind picked up and whipped against his face, stinging the small cuts that lined his cheeks and nose. ‘Mmhm’ the blonde pondered, slowly removing his right hand from his arm to lightly touch his scratched face. “What a nice breeze.” The energetic teen smiled as he let his injured arm sag and rest against his side, small droplets of blood pooling behind him as he walked. Humming to himself he pushed open the hospital doors as he reached them and merrily hopped inside the air-conditioned building. 'What a gross smell. So gross, so uncomfortable.’ he thought as he paced himself forward toward the reception desk. When Energy had reached the desk the lady behind it glanced worryingly toward his face not knowing what other damage had been done to the kid. Her eyes widened when Energy suddenly lifted his injured arm and waved it at her energetically. “S-sir please stop doing that!!” She exclaimed, as small specks of blood began to litter the once clean marble desk. Energy froze mid wave and begin to pout.
“I was just showing you my injury! Could I please go see a doctor or something? Stylish will be mad if she finds out I ditched going to the hospital again. It’s just a small cut though…”
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Second time their eyes come in contact with the blond’s figure. Hitori raises their brows, eavesdropping on the conversation between the boy and the nurse. Did something terrible happen?
Nah, there’s nothing to really worry about. Things will go fine, even better! If something did happen, it would be the doctor’s responsibility and not their’s. The teal-haired teen brings out their phone and mindlessly goes through websites and messages.
They feel a presence of another person sitting next to them and pay no mind to it, until they felt something poking against their arm and shoulder.
“Hah, uh, yes? Thanks, I picked these out myself and got them custom made.” Hitori focuses on their messages more than the person talking to them. Was it rude? They didn’t feel like coming contact with an overly-cheerful person in a quiet atmosphere. Not to mention their voice sounded like a shrill right on the first word, a hello.
“Nice ta meet ya, Energy. I’m, Mi-Miku? You know about her?” Hitori shoves their phone inside of their pocket and turns to boy’s voice. The corner of their eyes catch Energy’s wounded arm. “Ggh!” they shudder and their legs go stiff. “Hmm, I’m Street Pop and I aspire to be like Miku. So, yes! I am a module. Do I really look like her? That makes me really happy because I love her so much! She’s a big inspiration to me. Too bad my hair is very green and not so much like teal...”
Hitori coughs and hits their fist against their chest. A single tear forms on their eye. “So-sorry. I choked on my words.”
“Energy, right? Doesn’t that hurt at all? I can’t, I can’t help but notice your arm. There’s so much dried up blood on it and I think it’s still bleeding too. You’re going to the emergency room, right? It’ll get all gross and infected if you don’t seek immediate medical attention.” Their voice trails off, mumbling things about illnesses and diseases and how it’s so easy to get sick if people don’t take care of themselves.
“Sorry. I’m probably bein’ rude. You look very excited and you sound like it to, I guess you’re fine.” They can feel their arms sweating in the cooled room, embarrassed for saying so much and being overly concerned over a stranger.
One person leaves their seat and heads to a room. The teal teen scoots over one seat, one person away before leaving next.
“If I’m correct, are you at school?” Their voice is quiet, considerate to not ‘shrill’ like Energy with guests coming by. ‘What kind of accident has this kid been in. Is gym class really dangerous as how I heard it to be?’
Cloaked under temporary ‘invisibility’ in the guise of a small creature, a mouse. It scuttles under tables and past chairs, making its presence well known with small squeaks.
The small mouse scurries up a chair and jumps a leap of faith, landing near a stool in front of a bar.
Under the stool, it grooms itself and cleans it whiskers. The mouse turns around in a full circle to check anyone nearby that could possible want to harm the creature. It climbs up the stool and rests in the center.
It spots a young man on the other side of the counter drying a single glass. Purple smoke emits from the small creature like vapors from a coffee cup, transforming into a young man wearing an accessory resembling a boater hat not nearly big enough to cover his entire head.
Tricker places his shoulder onto the counter top and rests his chin high on the back of his palm.
“Good afternoon. Is it near closing, opening, or a night off?”
Tricker makes little to no eye contact, polishing a white cane with a purple handkerchief. He tucks the cloth away inside his hat, placing it back on his head.
The cane appears to have a face similar to a tapir’s with its own little bowtie, the object rests on his hat.
“Have you been sleeping well, having good dreams, or have you been troubled sleeping in the past few days? Unless you have some other problems. Unless, I have come to the wrong person and you don’t need any help.”
Hot. Too hot, way too hot–if he didn’t find anything to cool down right now he was going to explode into little sparkles, because let’s face it that’s what this child is made of.
A moment goes by and he finds a little stand selling cold treats and quickly rushes over to get something. He quickly decides on a banana flavored ice cream with strawberry flavored soda. Two favorite flavors in one, perfect.
Within moment of turning around and stepping forward, aiming for the shade, he had bumped his head into the back of someone.
“AA! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to–!!”
On an instant, the young man turns around with no one directly in front of him until he looks down. Is the blond kid timid because of him, because of his mask? General bends his knee at an angle and teasingly leans close to the blond.
“State your purpose, what do you want?” his voice is low to creep out the poor blond.
He stands tall and rubs the back of his head. “Sorry, sorry. Are you okay? You should be more careful with what and who’s in front of you. About that, it was a joke like how you earthlings call it. Or was it too scary?” General adjusts the straw of his treat, inserting it back into his mask.
A warm spring breeze passes around the masked man in an early afternoon walk. Unlike the rest of the population, he’s heavily dressed in leather and no signs of struggle from heat. The other pedestrians, or at least most, are dressed fit for today’s weather.
He does wear a protective gear over his eyes, the sunlight not bothering his eyes just like... the rest of his face. What a strange young man, nothing but his hair is the only exposed part of his body!
General looks over his shoulder, fascinated by a small food stand serving cold treats and drinks. He walks up to the small line and stands behind the last person. Small children run between him and the other. More people stand in line and right behind him. It’s his turn to order and he decides on a root beer float, preferably vanilla ice cream with melon-flavored soda.
The masked man walks out of line and sticks the straw into his mask where he’d normally breath in fresh, filtered air.
Hitori sits at the edge of the last chair with a skateboard behind their feet. It's about time they got another checkup and for the possibility of new medication. They comb their long hair and cross their arms afterwards. The teen sighs, regretting not bringing a pair of earbuds to jam out from a long wait. After twenty minutes, the teen moves one seat over. One patient has gone into another room but that's one less of a person in a long line.
The teen drums their palms on their thighs and taps a foot without paying mind if it'll bother the other visitors or not. From the entrance, another person walks in.
Being subtle, they catch a glimpse of another teen, a blond one. Hitori doesn't fully examine him and averts their gaze to the front desk.
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"Hm. "He blinked, unsure if he startled her. "You’re Meiko right? I’m Gakupo……" He shrugged. "Sorry if I scared you."
"Correct! That's my name. All is well, it didn't bother me too much. It's nice to meet you." She lightly chuckles and looks back at the sky. "It's so calming today, don't you think so?"
She shoves her hands in her pockets to keep them warm.
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