Pick Your Diva!

                              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.”

    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.”

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    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.

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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 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!

Edit: On another thought; if you do run into this blog and wish to interact, sure.

    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.

     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.

     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.

I’ll RP with you :D