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Fandom [Homestuck] Primary

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HUH? Who's this LOSER?

Oh well, guess we can spare some time for him.
Your name is JERICO SALVADOR, and you are currently standing in your BEDROOM, glaring at the nothingness that is the NARRATOR. On another note, today is your BIRTHDAY, as well as your FRIENDS BIRTHDAY. In celebration, you two had decided to play a NEW GAME together at your HOUSE, which was a smart move in some RETROSPECT. But more on that LATER, lets talk about YOU. You are interested in a variety of things, most of which MAKES SENSE when you think about it. One of your biggest interests is the OCCULT, though you are somewhat of an OBSERVER when it actually comes to the DEMONS. You've tried a few of the SUPPOSED RITUALS, and nothing really happens, so you decide to just STUDY up on the subject, and hope one day CTHULHU'S GRACE will fall upon. Still, you aren't all cult crazy about it, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE who devote their lives to it. You also enjoy DEEP AND DARK POETRY, which stemmed from your first interest. Unlike your BROTHER, you aren't really cool with the GIMMICKY HORROR, like in the MOVIES. You like POETS and NOVELISTS, like POE and LOVECRAFT.You actually have a few BOOKCASES in your room already that are occupied by SUCH BOOKS. But, you have one final INTEREST that seems a little out of LEFT FIELD: PHOTOGRAPHY. Ever since starting SCHOOL again, you've tried to MAKE NEW FRIENDS, on behalf of your BEST ONE, and joined the PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB. Ever since then, you've always kept a CAMERA around, especially the OLD-FASHIONED ones from the 20'S that you wear around your neck.

As mentioned before, your in your HOME, at the moment. Its YOU and your PALS BIRTHDAy today, and SHES about to come over. You should probably go get the GAME in the FIRST PLACE, so she doesn't have to wait when she GETS HERE.

What should you do now?
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And...who's this young lady?

It seems as though she's waiting to be introduced. Oh, terribly sorry!

Your name is Agatha Sorenson. And today, unlike most others, is your BIRTHDAY! You already hold the day in special regard, as it is a SHARED date between you and your BEST FRIEND. And through a rare stroke of fate, you and your friend will be able to play a new and exciting GAME at his house to celebrate. You could not be more EXCITED!

However, you won't be celebrating just yet. You are still at HOME, and even then inside of your ROOM. You have a long ways ahead of you before you'll be playing with Jerico today. Though, of course that's no excuse for not introducing a few of your INTERESTS beforehand. You have many topics of interest that grab your attention, but none so important to you as GARDENING. You cultivate a number of FLOWER BEDS to fuel your side hobby of FLORAL ARRANGING as well as tend to a few CACTI, some BABY'S BREATH when in season and the odd ROSE BUSH here and there in your room. The lovely smell and scenic tranquility they offer is just enough to make up for the filth of tending to them. You love to keep tidy, as you are also motivated by the art of PROPER ETIQUETTE that was passed down to you by your aunt. You come from a long line of women who upheld the pillars of such things as POSTURE to PERSEVERANCE and became titans of INDUSTRY and SOLILOQUY alike. And one day, you hope to be just like them.

Though, of course, a lady is to live a life of her own choosing, and live with her convictions. So whenever you are not motivated by a green thumb, you attend to metallic ones. Recently you have taken up the study of ROBOTICS as a subset of engineering, and have been using SPARE PARTS of your aunt's OLD SUITS OF ARMOR to built robotic limbs and the sort as a start. You are absolutely consumed by your projects, and have formed a small work-table for them at a corner of your room. But, even though the clutches of electrical wiring and cold steele grab you by the collar, the effervescence of mother nature takes hold of your coat tails once more! You are also fascinated by ENTYMOLOGY, or the study and preservation of insects. You have accrued a number of specimens you have caught alone in the past to pin and hang respectfully on your wall (had each specimen been common enough to warrant such practice). Because of this, your room is a tad cramped! Though, tidiness has allowed you to keep track of it all, and just as you have been taught to, nary a hair is ever out of place.

But, oh gads! Look at the time! You have to be getting to your friends house, or he'll be awfully upset about wasted hours of such an important day. No time to dilly dally just standing around and recounting your life story! You better message him!

Your BuddyBadger handle is somaticMagnoliid [SM] And you speak in a manner which is both respectfully refined yet enthusiastic! :D
SM: Hello!
SM: Jerico? It is I, Agatha.
SM: Sorry, I'm aware you requested me to speak of myself in less formal conditions, when you know it is me contacting you through a medium such as this.
SM: But I can't help but address you as such, it is merely habitual. I apologize.
SM: Anywho, I am terribly excited to play this new game with you.
SM: I'll run out shortly, perhaps with some snacks in hand, so we can 'bro out' as they say.
SM: Oh, this is going to be so fun! 13 years of age, can you believe it?


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You realize that your laptop is beeping, and you run over to see its from AGATHA on BADGERBUDDY, one of the most poplar online chatting clients of its time. You log on.

MS: Heyo
MS: Yeah, it does feel a bit weird
MS: Like I'm talking to my grandma and not my best friend
MS: And yeah, coolio
MS; I'll be here with the game once I find it, but see you soon!
MS: I guess. I mean, I have an existential crisis every now and again, but thirteen is an unlucky number
MS: Maybe it'll be ironic and I'll finally be able to pull off something occult-ish

Crap! You check your desk drawers as you get off your swivel chair, realizing you DON"T HAVE THE GAME. This is a bad predicament, and if you really want to celebrate, you should probably have it by the time Agatha gets here.


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SM: I apologize once again! But you must understand that the manner in which I speak is all I've ever been taught.
SM: And just maybe! Here's hoping you will have the best of results, whatever those results may be when it comes summoning rituals of the infernal and nefarious.
SM: Anywho, I have to be going along sooner rather than later if I want to meet you soon.
SM: Ta!


You quickly put away your laptop and store it in your INVENTORY. Unlike other strange and rather frustrating abstractions for storing your items in, you are familiar with this system. No fuss, no silly rules or complications, and you can even store however large an object you'd like. Though it does only have a limited number of slots. After all, what kind of time do you have to waste when you're about to embark on an adventure of friendship such as this?

You embark! After storing your LAPTOP, you then leave your room. You daintily step down your stairs to enter your LIVING ROOM. You wonder as to where your Aunt could have run off to now.

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If either of you are to progress in your endeavors, perhaps filling a WEAPON SLOT in your STASHCACHE would be advisable?
Though that may be a little tricky, since your FAVORED WEAPONS are NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

FAMILIAL STRIFE is bound to happen, and you can't be UNDER-PREPARED.
 
That's...actually a pretty good idea. Your brother will most likely try to jumpscare you again, leading into an argument/brawl between you two. Sadly, both of preferred weapons are outside your bedroom. Well, you needed to check the mail anyway. You adjust the neck of your turtle-neck, and walk around your bed to the front door, laying a single hand on it, and slwoly turing it...

You open the door and enter the UPSTAIRS HALLWAY. In front of you, are the stairs to the ground floor and the small balcony that looks down upon it. In the stairwell, is a very ambient chandelier, though of course Max had to ruin by putting lots of fake cobwebs and cockroaches all over the thing. To your right, the hallway leads past the GUEST BEDROOM, the UPSTAIRS BATHROOM, and MAX'S ROOM. At the end lies the small threes teps into the GAME ROOM, where you most likely left your FEATHER QUILL down there. You quietly shut the door behind you, aware of the "creepy" portraits of skeletal people on the walls, and the bats hanging from "invisible" strings above your head. You shuffle past the Guest Bedroom and the Bathroom, and the final obstacle is upon you. FAKE DRIED BLOOD seeps from your brothers bedroom door, with a creepy carnival poster welcoming people in. Taking a breath, you decide to take a running start along your SHINING CARPETED hall...and YOUTH ROLL past the door.

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Darn! Where could your umbrella have run off to? Oh, of course. Yesterday you were just walking home and put it in the umbrella stand. Yes, you would believe it wise to pick it up now rather than later. You march over to the front door and reach out a hand for your umbrella. YOu quickly store it away into your inventory.

Well, you guess you're done here!

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You reach the GAME ROOM without any fuss.

Inside are several peices of ENTERTAINMENT APPARATUS, but it's not important to list them all. On a nearby BOARD GAME SHELF lies an INKWELL SANS QUILL. You should probably take the INKWELL, it's only right that you complete the pair when you find it's COUNTERPART. Your GAMING CONSOLE is powered on, halfway through a SYSTEM UPDATE and it should be done by the time Agatha gets here.


Your STASHCACHE is looking pretty empty, and if there is anything your brother taught you, it's that there is always time for clogging your inventory with MEANINGLESS GARBAGE.



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You STASH and EQUIP your FAVORED WEAPON, the UMBRELLA.

It seems the front door is PADLOCKED, and while you could STASH the door to leave, you'd be making an awful mess. Best to find the KEY. You could also take this time to grab some things that might be useful, or to just grab some junk.
 
Swiftly, after checking the progress of the consoles update, you decide to take the INKWELL, and other miscellaneous objects you may need on your journey. Lingering by the BOARD GAME shelf, you decide to pick up JUMANJI and FORBIDDEN ISLAND, two of your favorite board games. Looking around the small intersection between the two floors of your home, you also dig through the closet of CRAP your BROTHER shoved in there when he was, "Spook-ifying" the place. You find an old PUMPKIN TRICK-R-TREAT BASKET, a CANDLE, and one of your most prized possessions, your favorite 1920S CAMERA. You put the camera around your neck, and decide to continue onwards.

In the corner by the stairs that lead into the game room, are the stairs that lead down onto the ground floor, connecting to the hallway where you can enter the LAUNDRY ROOM, the STORAGE ROOM, the GARAGE, and the KITCHEN. If you would leave your QUILL anywhere, it'd probably be the DINING ROOM table, which is connected to the kitchen. Quietly, you slide down the banister, and turn the corner into the "WARLOCKS KITCHEN", where your brother makes his suspiciously good HALLOWEEN CANDY and PASTRIES. The walls are tiled in a sick GREEN-BLACK and ORANGE color, and the stove tops have cartoonishly large knives on them. That's strange, your brother seemed to have been making some EYEBALL SANDWICHES, as half on one is lying on a plate in front of you... his can only mean one thing. HE'S NEAR.

You quickly traverse the kitchen, and enter the dining room, where the curtains are pulled and the lightswitch is taped down. This confusing, but you see a FLASHLIGHT on the table. Turning it on, you see the table with your homework, and you begin to walk into the room, the light sputters. As you try and smack it back on, you look up, and freeze. At the head of the table, with its head facing you, is a grinning SLAPPY doll, from GOOSEBUMPS.

Man, he's upping his game.


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Oh, hey there Slappy, how're you doing? Good? That's cool.

You're just gonna... slip by him and hope he doesn't notice. Almost... God damn it. As the light flickers, SLAPPY vanishes. FLASHSTEPING is such a cheap trick, it doesn't even really count as scary, it's just cheating, really.

You take the FEATHER QUILL from the the TABLE. You STASH it into a WEAPON SLOT are COMBINE it with the INKWELL, freeing up it's space.
 
You quickly exit the DINING ROOM, and turn left ot enter the LOBBY, where the MAIN STAIRCASE resides that you saw earlier, and sits in front of your BEDROOM. Looking up, nothing seems out of the ordinary. So, turning around, you put your hand on the doorknob and- dammit. You tug and you pull, but the front door is jammed. Or its your annoying brother trying to make you actually fear him and his lame scares. Equipping your quill just in case, you go in a large circle, passing the STUDY, and going through the SITTING ROOM, back int the kitchen. After trying the other door into your small BACKYARD, you know the only place left to go is the GARAGE. Hesitantly, you go back to the BACK STAIRCASE, and pass it, facing the door. You know this is where he wants you to go, because as soon as you open the door, the lights go off in the house (but not the power, as Max knows you are having guests over later). You feel something touch your foot, and notice the bookshelf in the laundry room has a flashlight on it that wasn't there a minute ago. You pick it up, then notice the Eldritch Tales book a few shelves above it..

Smirking, you enter the garage.
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As the sole BASTION OF LIGHT in the now dark home, you carry on.

The pitch black room suddenly bursts into a dim light as various TALLOW CANDLES ignite. Your BROTHER stands on the other side of a CHALK CIRCLE full of UNKNOWABLE SYMBOLS. In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea to leave your SUMMONING PARAPHERNALIA out in the open for him to mess with. You'll have to be CAREFUL, call it superstition, but it's BAD JUJU to break a MAGIC CIRCLE, regardless of any magical properties, or lack thereof in this case.

You think it's about time to STRIFE.
 
Closing your eyes, you smirk as you hold up the book you bright along with you. He wouldn't expect that from a cheesy horror movie, which was his weakness. Putting the Flashlight on the ground illuminating HIM, and SLAPPY nearby, you begin one of the chants that never worked before. After finishing, and seeing no results, you take matters (and magic) into your own hands. You step back, and jump over the circle, without disturbing it, and YOUTH ROLL into Max.

STRIFE!
 
Oh whoops! It appears as though your front door is locked, per usual. You would forget your own head had it not been attached so firmly to your shoulders. You aunt usually keeps your house as well as many of the rooms around it padlocked with a series of bolts that all require different keys. It's her own way of keeping everything safe from burglars that you have just become used to. Although, you don't lock your own room even though your Aunt offered (nay, recommended) a padlock. You don't believe she could be all that far now that you ponder it though! She's surely in the basement making some more of her armor.

But she doesn't like to be called Shirley.

You open the door to the basement and flick on the lights.

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You are caught mid-air through an impeccable SWEET CATCH™ and thrown across the room back to where you started.

Slappy dances mockingly.



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You enter the WORKSHOP/FORGE/ARMOR MUSEUM.

Your AUNT is not here, but you do find a TARNISHED KEY. However, you know that the TARNISHED KEY unlocks the STUDY, not the FRONT DOOR, which requires the POLISHED KEY. You also find a variety of TOOLS, PIECES OF ARMOR, and the occasional piece of MEDIEVAL WEAPONRY and SHEET METAL.
 
You decide to use your next defense, and separate the INK AND QUILL combo weapon into the INK BOTTLE, and through it at what your brother would assume to be the SUMMONING CIRCLE, but at last second could he only fathom the thoughts of your strategy: tarnish "poor" SLAPPY'S tuxedo. That'll get Max off your back, and maybe even let the "final showdown" for today end. Honestly, if he wants to re-enact horror movies, he could just go to one of those HORROR CAMPS of whatever.

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You hurl the ink puppetward. Black stains quickly form on the once pristine tuxedo.

Your Brother REALLOCATES Slappy into a non-weapon slot for later cleaning. He enters the center of the SUMMONING CIRCLE.
 
It's just one elusive puzzle piece after another. You suppose that your Aunt has always liked you to enjoy your time with her on weekends like this. And you would be more gung-ho had you not made explicitly clear prior engagements! This is starting to seem a bit...off? Not due to the scavenger hunt of keys, obviously staged duel and preceding lead up. It's just that you do this sort of thing every Sunday, not Saturday. Besides, what would you be without proper scheduling? Godforsaken animals, that's what!

You peruse around your Aunt's forge. You are obviously inclined to face her now, much to your chagrin for the sake of time (although you're sure it will be a delight). And as a result you will have to pick out the proper weapon. You feel predictable for having chosen it so often, but the classic CLAYMORE which adorns one of the wall racks calls to you. Your aunt is proficient in a wide array of weaponry to maximize her fighting capabilities against multi-range targets. But you believe your due diligence has offered you a special bond with your weapon. You acquire him from the rack. His name is Charles by the by.

You take the Tarnished key and walk back upstairs to the STUDY, where you unlock the doors.

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You sigh, finally understanding which scenario your brother had pulled you into. In a monotone voice, you receive the lines you memorized for this version of his try-and-recreate-horror-flicks-and-scare-you thing. Oh no, how could you betray your friends for some stupid demonic ritual, bla bla bla. After saying the monologue, you can finally stryfe with him now, though you must be careful not to disturb the candles. In a situation like this, the smallest thing could cause a large catastrophe. And you still don't know when Agatha is coming over, so you need to do a few things to get ready for her as well.

Once again, you attempt to
STRIFE!
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You enter the STUDY.

The room is pitch black, and when you flick the lightswitch, she appears. Your AUNT stands between you and the DESK, atop which lay the POLISHED KEY.

Looks like she wants to begin a round of FAMILIAL STRIFE.



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Just as you being your assault, you are BLINDED by the sudden influx of light when your brother opens the GARAGE DOOR. With a deft strike in your vulnerable condition, you are defeated. Your brother scurries off to do god knows what, leaving you to your devices, and a DOOR.
 
Thankful that your brothers "movie" is over, you quickly clan up the supplies he messed (without your permission), so that Fthulu wouldn't accidentally be summoned the next time Max went to work. You quickly stash the empty ink bottle, and exit to outside.

Its a beautiful day, and if AGATHA wasn't coming over, you two could have maybe gone on a walk together. You quickly walk down your driveway, trying to avoid any more obstacles such as neighbors or dogs, and reach the mailbox. Anxious, you pull it open and look inside.


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Oh well, it looks like she's fairly serious this time. Not a lot of build up, no tea and scones out for you as a gift of good faith for your trouble. You have no problem with it, but it does beg of your curiosity to wonder as to why. You produce your claymore, the recently polished handle fits neatly into the palms of your hands. You tense, and breathe out an exhale from your nostrils.

You wonder what array of weapons she'll use this time. Oh well, only one way to find out. You crack your neck to side a bit, and test the waters with a quick slash to her left.

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You find a copy of PRIMA, the game you've been waiting for!

However, your STASHCACHE is at MAXIMUM CAPACITY, you'll have to leave something behind.



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She defends with an AUTO-PERNACH, and counters with FALCHION STRIKE.

Your move.
 

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