Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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Once the directions were followed, Soldan would find herself in a triage room at a hospital in Harmonus, specializing in magic and psiionic needs.
A nurse would be quick to Soldan's side to assess her and take her to a cubicle that was sound proofed and darkened until she could be seen.
Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.
There would be a small, moon-printed envelope in the mail. In it was the name of a hospital on Harmonus, with instructions to get there via Lone Moon.
Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.
"So by pedigree, not by Hemospectrum..." Stelle explained further, "All Trolls, across the multiverse, have different colored blood."
She went and pulled out a small fold out diagram. (links to a Hemospectrum explanation).
"The colors not only determine rank, but inherent abilities... However, I am not on there. My kind have been extinct for thousands of Sweeps before Her Imperious Condescension's rule. She has lived beyond any known Troll of her world, an Empress. She has been putting pressure on Harmonus to open trade and... I don't know if this will be dangerous..."
Taking a deep breath, Stelle asked, "I hope you may have insight, Your Excellency?"
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stelle considered his words. "While this is considered a grave sin where you are from, it is sadly not uncommon in the world I was born from..." Pause. "I have always wondered, Your Excellency, how do humans determine royal blood?"
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stella gazed around, seeing what else could be noticed. She didn't touch anything. "Are you and Her Majesty close, Your Excellency? I ask to gain context."
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stelle followed Edgar to a room clearly from Weselton, a room with a large table with a map spread out. The map had illustrated trade routes and strategies.
"Well, what do you see, Your Excellency?"
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
"So I will let you take the lead now. This hall is the main and hardly changes." Stelle showed Edgar the grand marble hall. Stained glass filtered moonlight in colors of golds, greens, and purples.
There were detailed statues of beasts and monsters guarding doors, and fine gilded reliefs on oak railings.
"Well... This is where we start. Choose a path and we will see, Your Excellency."
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stelle listened, and then gestured the Duke to follow. "All right... Lone Moon's palace will change in its paths, depending on the paths you take. I can help you interpret what is seen, Your Excellency"
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this
"Well, you seem to have things on your mind, and I can guide you through. The Palace here does change based on paths you take..."
Setting the dish away, the Troll brushed her pristine white outfit off. "My name is Stelle LaLune, Your Excellency. It is a pleasure to have you here."
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
“Hello, welcome to Lone Moon. It seems you may be in need of guidance in your waking life.” The Pierrot Troll smiled softly. “I can help.”
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest
Spectacular Antique Diamond Necklace Which Has Three Detachable Star Brooches/Pendants
Harmonus is a multi-universe hub. It serves as a reservoir for knowledge and people that would otherwise be gone forever." Stelle continued, "The Alternia you know of is one of very few in regular contact with Harmonus. However... ...I heard Tourists can be awful."
(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."
"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"
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"...It's my blood color." Stelle paused. "Dreamers who visit here cannot harm me. But if I dare go back, I will not survive."
The book had illustrations of the bizarre traits of the Spectral Trolls, including crystal-like protrusions on the horns.
"Soldan, you may not be able to find this book on Alternia. It is rare. But Harmonus has it, I know they do."
(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."
"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"
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"Then rest here, you are safe here." Stelle held the book. "I hope this is readable. I know dreams can obscure text."
It was a historical text from Alternia, called "The Impossible Blood Color". It was a tome describing extinct blood colors, and how one particular color only existed in 'fossilized crystals'.
(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."
"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"
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