Fandom Duodecies Infinitum - A Homestuck RP

[Noivian]

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There is a story told, about a time long since past, of twelve young heroes, and their journey to obtain the Ultimate Reward. If you have the time to listen, I will tell it to you. Come, make yourself a hot drink, settle in. It will be a long tale, full of twists and turns, hurdles and nigh-impossible odds.

Are you ready? We will begin.

Twelve trolls stand in their respite block.

> ENTER NAME

Squad141 Venchi1986 Sebastian Cokak VIII AnemoVictorious GamerKitty205 Fwunki ​

 

[Squad141]

> Yorick Devri-​

You don't really need to enter anything, really. After all, you already know your name is YORICK DEVRIM, and today doesn't seem especially important, at least right now. You are currently standing at the edge of your RECUPERACOON inside your RESPITEBLOCK, right next to your closet where you keep all of your clothes and costumes. You've just gotten dressed, after all, since you happened to sleep in a little late.

You don't have many things in your respiteblock due to its smaller size compared to the rest of your hive, which is completely on purpose. You are perfectly comfortable with having a smaller personal area if you can allow all of the other things downstairs. Besides your sleeping pod, there's also your DESK, which has a small mirror taped to the hive wall so that you can apply your MAKEUP if necessary (though you haven't touched it in around a sweep now). On top of it, is also your polka-dot HUSKTOP, and the PARASOL MODULE that attaches to your PINSTRIPE POLE, the "weapon" you wield, but also use for most of your tricks and performances. The only other object in the room is your TOYBOX. Walking over and opening it, you find your TERROT CARD DECK, JUGGLING MATERIALS, PLAYING CARDS, FIDDLE, and your favorite when you were a grublet, the JACQUE IN A BOX.

Even without any posters are additional decorations in your block, you know the toys and other entertaining paraphernalia show your great interest in JOLLIES N' JESTS, and GOOFS N' GAFFS. But even then, that might tip some other trolls off to stay away from you. The horrid Church of Mirth has only grown over the sweeps, and now as a Purpleblood, you've done all you can to not associate yourself with that nonsense. You even isolated yourself as much as you could, mentally and physically.

At this thought, you turn and exit the second glasphalt door to your block, the one that didn't go downstairs. You exit out into the blue and violet and green jungle you and your lusus inhabit and take a deep breath. You feel like you might have to ring the large BONGLONG (which you prefer to call a bell) that hangs from the small steeple just above the overhang, but you shake your head and head back inside.

After all, it feels like it might be a long day.

 

[Noivian]

>LAZZAT ADNIMI​

Huh? Who's this?

You are a CERULEAN BLOODED troll, and you stand in your RESPITE BLOCK, as prior said. Beyond the comfort of your hive's walls, a storm rages outside. You peer out the floor to ceiling window, touching the panes, looking pensive and pretending to be brooding as you watch the ragged sea pound against the bluffs below. Your hive is perched just out of reach of the waves' destructive force, high up above a sea cave. The wind is howling, the rain is pattering against your roof and window. A massive beam of light scours over the landscape as well as it can. Yes, you live in a lighthive. The massive lamp atop your hive serves as a warning to passing ships, not to run into the bluffs.

Lightning flashes, and you hear the cries of your lusus when thunder follows shortly after. With a heavy sigh, you suppose you should go make sure the old thing is alright. You pace your way through the halls and down the winding staircase. You pause by your MEAL BLOCK, however, and peer suspiciously at the puddle of water outside your MEAT VAULT. Damn thing must be broken again and leaking. With an exasperated sigh, you continue down and down another winding staircase, until eventually you emerge to an area directly under your hive, inside the sea cave.

It's a charming little room you've constructed - there's a small dock where one can tie a boat, which doubles as a shipyard for building and repairs. Adjacent to that was where your lusus lived. It was more or less like an enclosure at the zoo. There was plenty of space on the rocky shore of the cave for your seal lusus to lounge, and a large gated water area for him to swim. But as you leave the chiseled rock stairwell and out onto the metal catwalk that overlooked your dock and lusus enclosure, your eyes widened in disbelief. There was your lusus, its large body hauled up onto the rocky shore, bleeding cerulean blood from multiple puncture and slash wounds all over its body. It didn't look like it was moving or breathing anymore. The dark sea washed inward into the cave, the water lapping over its corpse, threatening to lug it out to sea. You call out to it, voice filled with despair, but metal fills your mouth before you can get more than a syllable out. A flash of gold in the dim light, the taste of salt water and pain as you're forcefully pulled back against something, yanked around like a hoofbeast on reins, this gold bit in your mouth knocking into your teeth painfully. Your hands flail wildly as you try to grasp onto something, anything, but you were not prepared for a fight in your own hive. You don't even have your weapon on you!

"Listen to me very carefully," a feminine voice growls in your ear. It would have been hot, if you weren't currently in distress over your lusus being dead and your life being potentially in danger as well. "We're going to go back upstairs. You're going to write down every password you have and give me every key you own. Then you're going to get lost. If you try to fight back, if you try to run, I will make you wish I killed you. Nod if you understand." You do your best to nod despite this troll's firm grip on the bit in your mouth. She seems satisfied. "Good." Together, the two of you perform an awkward crab walk back up the stairs into your hive.

Once back into the hive proper, you're finally released from the awkward grip. You turn in time to watch her close the door and break the handle off, effectively sealing you in here with her. She looks to you over her shoulder, orange eyes glaring. "Get writing," she commands. You scramble off to your study, rummaging through your desk for a notebook and writing utensil. She finds you a few minutes later, as you're writing down your Trollian username and password. You look up from your writing briefly, noting that she found the bandages and ointment, and was currently treating a wound on her lower abdomen. In the brighter light, you look her over suspiciously, and thing start to come together.

"You're... the Ghost of the Ocean..." you mumble aloud, your fear momentarily overtaken with awe. "I've heard stories of you from my fishing buddies. You killed Zalkek, my moirail."

She narrows her eyes at you, and glances to your writing. "Hurry up and finish, or you'll be joining them soon."

Fear returns, and your eyes lower back to your book, but they catch on something before you continue. Her wound... it's oozing an odd hue of blood. "Is that fuchsia blood?" you ask, voice a whisper. You also notice the fins on the side of her head, that you had not seen in your prior observations. "That must mean you're also the missing heiress.... you're-" Her glare is like a dagger, and you quickly find yourself sputtering, tripping over yourself as your throat runs dry. "... Right. The book."

It's several minutes before you compile a full list of every password to every account you have. You pull a small ring of keys from your Syllabus, and drop it on top of the closed book. "There, that's everything--"

You don't get a chance to finish your sentence, the broken end of a gold trident puncturing your gut and spearing you through. Your eyes go wide in surprise. "But... you said..." was all you could gasp out before the blood loss caught up to you, and you slumped over dead.

>ENTER NAME​

Your name is Daldra Ghotie, and you have just killed a troll. You had contemplated throwing him through the window behind the desk, out onto the bluffs below, but there was always the possibility he could have survived, and that wasn't a mistake you were going to make a second time. You did have to dispose of this body at some point, but you didn't feel like heavy lifting at the moment. His damn lusus had managed to spear you in the gut pretty well with his tusks, so anything that involved strenuous core strength like lifting was a no-go. You'd need to clean the fuchsia off your wetsuit and repair it at some point, but you figured you had a good couple days to recover before the imperial drones managed to track you to this location.

Picking up the poor sod's keys and Captchalogueing them into your Sylladex, you kick his body aside and take a seat in the armchair at his desk, opening up the husktop. His handwriting is trash, but you manage to discern the numbers and letters regardless. Your first order of business is to download a VPN, which takes longer than expected because his wifi is garbage. But it isn't long until you're logging out of his Trollian account and into yours. Despite your desires to remain secluded and uncontacted, you knew there were a few trolls who knew you were around this area of the world, and would want to know you're safe from the storm for now.

emptyReverie [ER] has come online.​

 

[Venchi1986]

>ENTER NAME​

Your name is Kaneri Lokkor and while it took a bit of looking through your mostly empty MEALBLOCK you managed to find enough food to make breakfast for both yourself and your Lusus. Munching on a piece of stale grubloaf you empty the contents of your last nutrition cylinder into your Lusus' bowl. While you hate spending money it unfortunately looks like you're have to do some shopping soon, after all you can't GO EXPLORING without supplies.

As you exit the room you immediately find yourself back in your RESPITEBLOCK, the center of your small hive. Like your mealblock it's mostly empty as you PREFER TO KEEP EEVERYTHING TIDY but there are some shelves with books on both SPACE AND PHYSICS and your HUSKTOP . You walk up to your SMALL BUT PORTABLE RECUPACOON and captchalogue it so you can replace it with your desk.

It's safe to say that your JUNK DRAWER MODUS doesn't fit with your tidy personality at all, since every time you take out your sylladex to check the contents, the cards shift around and switch places in an entirely random order. What is worse automatically ejects the card at the front of the "drawer" when you open it.

Having hoped your desk would be ejected you jump out of the way as your TELESCOPE falls to the floor, making a sound as if one of lenses cracked on impact. With a sigh you pick it up and since you don't want to know the damage at the moment you recaptchalogue it, this time being lucky enough for your desk to have moved to the front.

>ENTER NAME ​

Your name is Hynand Runter and judging by how much how your hive is shaking your Lusus must have caught itself some food or there is a storm going on, as there is no other reason why it should close up its GIANT CLAM SHELL otherwise. The AUTOMATIC LIGHTING becomes brighter to counteract the absolute darkness while your hive's DEFENSES bar up all windows and outside doors. You can of course override them if you wish but there is no point now.

You could show of your hive now but you're feeling lazy and honestly think it looks better when your Lusus isn't either feeding or defending both your hive and its soft body so instead you decide to just turn on your husktop.

versatileLoafer [VL] has come online. ​

 

[AnemoVictorious]

>ENTER NAME​

Your name is VIRIAN LUVLOC and you've decided to start the day off with a little bit of CLEANING. For some reason, you have a feeling that today will be a bit more chaotic than you'd really like, and cleaning seems to be a good way to get your mind off of that.

In all honesty, your RESPITEBLOCK is already fairly clean, but it doesn't hurt to do a little dusting or sweeping. In one corner is your RECUPACOON, so you start there. Next is your DESK AND HUSKTOP, as well as the NOTEBOOK you use to write down descriptions of your capatchalogued items to access them using your NOTEBOOK MODUS.

It doesn't take long before you've finished cleaning, and so you decide to go search for your LUSUS. Perhaps its FLUFFY FUR needs to be cleaned as well. With a sigh, you set off to search the rest of your hive in hopes that it doesn't take too long to find...

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>ENTER NAME​

Your name is SEVIRA KIRRAL, and you're absolutely certain that today will be a WONDERFUL DAY. Well, at least an EXCITING day. Well, every day can be an exciting day when you get to chat with your FRIENDS!

Thoughts race through your head as you contemplate what to do first. You could always start WRITING A NEW STORY, or maybe even SEW A CUTE PLUSH. There are so many different things that you find yourself faced with INDECISION.

After a while, you decide to get on your HUSKTOP and write. However, you don't mind if others contact you while you do so, and in fact ENCOURAGE it. Happily, you open a document and then click on Trollian, setting things up before getting started and waiting for a message to come through.

psychedelicEuphoria [PE] has come online.​

 

[GamerKitty205]

> Enter Name​

Your name doesn’t matter right now because you don’t have time for any of this! One of the other trolls in your stupid hivebatch managed to get themselves horribly injured right before dawn. And worst of all it happened only minutes before the beginning of your favorite EAST ALTERNIAN CARTOONS. The finale is supposed to air this morning!

If you were someone else, you might have just ignored the sounds of torment outside, but you have taken it upon yourself to be the resident MEDICULLER of your area. A job as annoying as it is incredibly needed! Thankfully, this guy’s wounds don’t seem too severe, so after a few tense minutes both of you are safely back in your respective hives.

Now it's introduction time.

Your name is PAXXIS CURARE. You are a member of the OLIVE CASTE, and live in a hivebatch of mostly lowbloods. Unlike most of your hue you were never the type to enjoy gallivanting in the wild. You much prefer staying inside and watching the exploits of ARCANE KIDS from a variety of cartoons. There’s just something about their camaraderie and sheer magical power that inspires you. To the point that you use a LIMITED EDITION PRETTYCULL CHARM MODUS as your retrieval method of choice. Yes, it’s technically supposed to be for highblood wigglers with too much time and too many caegars on their hands, you find it relatively serviceable.

When you aren’t obsessing over your shows, you spend your time studying to become a MEDICULLER. A profession you’ve found to be both UNCOMMON and UNAPPRECIATED. The empire could care less about the survival of their soldiers, as long as they fight. You, on the other hand, could care less about what the empire thinks. A fact you’ve asserted enough times to get several of your CHITTR ACCOUNTS permanently BANNED.

You head over to your ABLUTION BLOCK to wash the warm-toned blood of your hands. You really hope the rest of your day isn’t this exciting.

 

[Fwunki]

> AHISMA SILMTI​

You really don't know why you try to keep up with this, honestly. Your well-meaning yet upsettingly messy CYHAWK LUSUS decided she needed to raid yet another innocent troll's hive for NESTING MATERIALS; littering your poor disconnected hive with even more junk; thus making you have to scavenge through and organize the wreckage left in her wake. Honestly, you barely even enter your crowded RESPITEBLOCK anymore, not that you used your RECUPACOON often enough to warrant going in there anyways. However, there is a matter of importance needing attending to in there: your soon-to-be HUSKTOP.

While you dislike the mess, you love the stuff she brings: awesome materials for your CRAFTS. Being a BRONZEBLOOD, you wouldn't waste time on buying anything for your husktop; all the good stuff is too expensive or taken already. Plus, you probably have a few enemies lurking in the stemclusters thanks to Cyhawk's raiding. Better to stay in the safety of their nest, utilizing what has been provided. And utilize you do! Taking out your captchalogued wires and screws from your COMBINE MODUS, you finish up the sweeps-long project of finally connecting to the internet.

Other than making your husktop, you love COOKING meals, CRAFTING various new and existing doo-dads, and PLAYING GAMES- the main reason you decided to finally go digital permanently after all!)(Using presumably dead Troll's palmhusks from your Lusus doesn't count. You need your own!) However, when you're not doing your hobbies, you're DEFENDING THE HIVE from angry Trolls your Lusus raided. To make defending your home not so torturous, you've turned it into a game of sorts! Sometimes it's a choice-based RPG, though mostly it's a fight-to-the-death type deal. Your weapon of choice in this "game" is your handmade SPIKE-WHIP.

After some finicking, you finally hear a hum of life from the husktop. Huzzah! In working order. Mostly. A little slow, sounds like it's yelling, but it works! First things first, time to finally make your own Trollian account. Using some (probably dead) yellow-bloods profile on their stolen palmhusk has been frustrating to say the least. What kind of chumhandle is AmatoryMilf anyway? Based on your Lusus, who essentially funded this project, you've got the perfect CHUMHANDLE in mind.

DirtScavenger [DC] has come online​

 

[Squad141]

Mm... looks like a storm is brewing. In the distance, many miles behind your HIVESHIP, dark clouds flash with white and blue electricity. Deep knocks of thunder sometimes stray towards you, but with your trajectory, you should be okay.

MILDER DEKDEM (that's your name) clasps hands around the lenses of the QUANTOMIC ORBHATCH, one of your most prolific inventions and one that you have a backup pair based on how much it's improved your function of life. It would take more than a sweep to explain the process of building them, but simply, it's a pair of goggles that act as an all-in-one for the small things you do everyday hands-on, but now without having to get the equipment immediately. You can identify registered flora and fauna, magnify and zoom out of your default view, and scan schematics to see while building other things, all of which run on the HARMONIC MATRIX, the energy axis that also powers the features keeping your hiveship in the air. Another useful feature is that they have a basic palmhusk feature, which you mainly use to troll your acquaintances if you're busy with other obligations.

But regarding the storm, you think it should be okay. You are currently on the back of your flying hiveship, your home that's always on the move so that you can both explore all of Alternia freely without worry of constant ambush, as well as evade the drones and other military forces more easily. You're a scholar, a helper, but most important an Operator, the title you go by with unknowns, so you don't leave a paper trail. Plus, a title always leaves a bigger impression than your real name, being a Ceruleanblood and all.

You hear Dotdash walking around on the deck above behind you, and you enter the WORKDECK of your hiveship. Tools are scattered about, and a large hole sits in the center of the floor, which leads to the chamber where you hold the Harmonic Matrix Core. On one table, you've got your modified husktop. On another, you have the backup Orbhatchs', and your TOOLBOX.

You head up to the CONTROLDECK and get the hiveship up and running. In case the storm gets any worse, it wouldn't hurt to have some extra distance just in case. While you flick various switches and buttons on the circular console, you activate the palmhusk function on your Orbhatch.

mobiusCaretaker [MC] is back online.​

 

[Venchi1986]

>KANERI USE HUSKTOP​

With your desk out you grab your Husktop and place it, unfortunately the battery doesn't really hold a charge anymore so after plugging it in you have to waste a few minutes before you can turn it on. Using this time you grab one of your PHYSICS BOOKS and continue reading it from where you left off. The fact that the universe is constantly expanding is nothing new to you, but you have always have found SPACE to be much easier understand than time. You don't get very far before your Husktop is ready to be turned on and you log in.

mobiusCaretaker [MC] is back online.​

Oh great, she is online. Should you go talk to her and if so about what? You don't really have anything interesting to say. You could always make fun of her awesome overly complicated hiveship, but what if she doesn't take the blackfirting seriously? Or worse what if she does?

Your cursor hovers over the interface of your Trollian account for an eternity, while you constantly open and close your junkdrawer modus, looking for a cool souvenir you haven't told her about yet. You barely realize the mess you're making until your sylladex is fully empty and the most interesting thing in the pile in front of is the skull of an amphibious Lusus which you have of course already told her about. With a sigh you recaptchalogue everything and decide you want to go pet your Lusus. Yeah, that is a good idea and not at all an excuse not to talk to your best friend and BLACK CRUSH.

 

[Sebastian Cokak VIII]

>XARIOS HIMTEU
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Yes, thats you, after a long fucking time of waiting, thats you.

Your currently at your RESPITEBLOCK, nope, not really, your on your Working Room, you had been working on upgrading your RECUPERACOON, unlike most trolls who are Tentabulge-Sucking Low-Blood Conformists who sleep on literal green goo, you actually can make things to help your living day, although this is mostly a lie, as, when you were a tiny blue grub, your lusus didn't had time to built shit, mostly because of his size, so you slept to the hard ground, until you builted your Hive

*STOMP* *STOMP* *STOMP* ​

You heard loud stomps coming from out of your house, you open your window to see your lusus at full size (about 61 meters), bringing a giant dead whale, your not worried, you have trained your lusus to not kill lusus with trolls, he threw it down

KaijuBeast (the name of your lusus), approaches you (your working room is on the last floor of your hive), you pat his lizard snoot, he returns to the dead whale to eat it.

You decide to take a little break and descend your staircase to your kitchen, a quite fancy one, if you remember well, your lusus literally grab a kitchen from a seadweller, it was for the laughs, anyways you go to your fridge and grab a grub juice, after chugging down one can of it, you pull out your husktop (who you built by your own), and get on trollian.

ShortySmarty [SS] is back online​

 

[Venchi1986]

>HYNAND PESTER SOMEONE ​

Since you don't have anything better to do you figure you might as well pester someone, but who? Several of your friends are online and while you don't think it really matters going for all them at once would be a bit much. Since you can't decide you figure you might as well go random and assign them all number, Lazzat getting one, Xarios two, Milder three, Sevira four and Ahisma five.

With that decided you go to a random number generator and set it to come with something between one and five. The generator picked five so you guess you're talking with Ashisma. You guess that is fine and just hope he has something more interesting going on than just killing time

versatileLoafer [VL] began trolling DirtScavenger [DC]

VL :~~hey
VL :~~hru
VL :~~me
VL :~~good

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[Fwunki]

As you explore your now fully-owned husktop, you receive one of your first messages that isn't on someone else's account! It takes a moment to load up pesterquest, but as it finally renders you're met with a familiar username.

DC: Hello! i finally got my own device noW
DC: So i am doing very well now ill be online more ofteN
DC: I am glad you're good toO
DC: Al sO
DC: Want to see a pic of my new husktop its perfecT

While the other devices you BORROWED from other hosts might have been quicker in sending messages, the appliances tended to break or die quickly without all the necessary parts. (Or perhaps you were too rough with them? You're not sure.) It's nice to know your CHUMS find you easily no matter what.

While waiting for a response, you decide to give the new thing some already much needed upgrades. If it only boots up pester quest slowly, how will it do with the many games you plan to play!?

>AHISMA FIX YOUR SHIT ​