REALITYSTUCK
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck. Homestuck rightfully belongs to Mr. Andrew Hussie, not me for I am not Andrew Hussie. I only own the plot, anything unfamiliar or not in the comic, and some OCs. Other OCs belong to my friends. I also apologize if there are any errors/mistakes. I tried to fix them all to the best of my ability.
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ACT 1: THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER SEVEN
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} Castor: Be Triton
You are now Triton Acerbi, who is currently walking around the city with Castor, busy talking about important stuff. Well, not important to the game or plot, but to you in general. You are a teenager, after all.
Coursing through your veins is one of the highest blood on the hemospectrum: violet blood. Because of this, you are a sea-dweller. A sea-dweller is a sub-race of trolls, who are able to live underwater and commune with the creatures of the deep. They can live on land, but most prefer the sea. You don't honestly care, as long as there weren't any idiots that drive you insane.
Unlike those barbarians from the forbidden planet, highbloods like yourself weren't expected to rule. Kallaia had a number of emperors/empresses of different blood caste, though most tend to come from higher up in the spectrum mainly because of their longevity and not because of whatever reasons the barbarians believed. It just made sense that those with longer lives rule, since they can ensure the peace on Kallaia for longer periods of time. It can get confusing with how a new ruler is chosen, but overall is mainly chosen by the Council of Elders. You honestly don't care about who has which blood color, though sometimes those primal urges make you want to strangle a low or midblood. This causes some tension between you and some of your friends. You're glad you have a very bubbly moirail around to keep you in check and make sure you're not acting like a major league douchebag.
You are passionately interested with the way Kallaia functions. You spend most of your time studying the law and history of Kallaia, learning and absorbing the information like you were a sponge. Sure, being in the military and ruling sound fun, but the real action happens behind the scenes. You strive to pursue a career in politics or law, maybe becoming an ambassador or a legislacerator. Although, you do enjoy being a strategist and coming up with plans for mock battle between you and Nilima. Being a general doesn't sound that bad, so you decided that would be your back-up plan if the politics angle doesn't work out.
You also like magic. People say magic is fake, but you don't believe them. Magic is real, you keep telling yourself. Maybe not in this world, but perhaps in another world. Your friends call you a huge nerd for thinking that. You ignore them.
Your trolltag is "dubiousIntelligencer" and you "speak with a laidback an' sort a haΨghty soΨndin' tone".
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"My pops will not get off my back aboat being a intelligencer," you sigh, fiddling with the end of your scarf. "I mean, yeah they're a cool group and all, but I don't reelly want to be like him."
"What do you want to do, then?" Castor asks you, gripping the straps of his backpack. "Perthonally, I don't recommend a career involving uthing your brain and being thmart."
"Ha ha," you deadpanned. "Very funny."
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He just smiles at you, the yellow-blooded prick. You two start to head out of the city and into the forest, down the path to that beach that's near your hive.
You cross your arms over your chest, huffing. "I honestly hope he's ocray with me wantin' to be involved with law an' politics."
"Don't the intelligencerth deal with law and thit?"
"Are you retarded?" you asked, halfheartedly.
"Dependth on the thituation," he replied without missing a beat.
You laugh, breathlessly, and glanced away. "Yeah, they kinda do. But...the intelligencer gig is more aboat gathering information and digging up dirt aboat certain people."
"Ah, gotcha."
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You look around, stopping in the middle of the road. "Where the fuck are you taking me?"
Castor stopped next to you, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh yeah...I need to do Sollio a favor."
"What are you...oh fuck." You punched him in the arm. "You're goin' to do your freaky gold-blood shit."
"Give the douche a prize," he laughed. He grabbed your wrist. "Come on, prince. Lemme me show you how we lowbloodth have fun."
"Can you not?" you squeak as he dragged you off the road and into the forest.
} Triton: Try to escape
You try and fail to escape. Instead, you let him lead you to that damn ruin he's been raving about for a few months.
Dammit Primus, always making you nervous as shit. You really hate Primus. You really really hated him. Something about Primus made you royally pissed off. Watching him treat you like he was your superior made your blood boil. You wish you could just tackle him to the ground, beat the shit out of him, and make him beg for his parental unit. You want him begging for mercy, screaming your name at the top of his lungs and...and...
Oh...
Oh shit...
} Triton: Blush like a tool
You proceed to blush like a goddamn tool.
Goddammit, this was not the time to get a fucking boner. Get your fucking priorities in order, Acerbi!
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"You okay there, Acerbi?" Castor asked you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "You look...very violet."
"I'm fine," you stammered, tugging at your scarf. "I'm TOTALLY fine. Who says I'm not?! Certainly not me, ha ha!"
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He gives you a weird look, as if you had just said something wrong. In a way, you kind of did.
Goddamn stupid lousy hormones, always fucking up your shit.
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Your phone started beeping, causing you to yelp out loud. Both of you stopped in the middle of the woods. Castor gave you that "WTF" look, and you gave him a sheepish look. Internally, you were sighing in relief.
You pulled out your phone and saw that your moirail was messaging you.
} Triton: Answer
—buoyantHeiress [BH] began trolling dubiousIntelligencer [DI]—
BH: ~TRI! S}{ELLO!~
DI: shello perci.
BH: ~38D~
BH: ~ARE YOU EXCITED TO PLAY T}{IS GAME? LIKE REELY REELY EXCITED?~
DI: perci, chill. cool it with the caps.
BH: ~Saury! I'm just REELY giddy! Efin t}{oug}{ I }{ave a bad eeling aboat t}{is game. 38Y~
DI: how the H-ELL do you get a bad eeling aboat a fΨckin game
DI: its a fΨckin' GAM- - -E
BH: ~I know buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut...~
BH: ~...~
DI: dont qΨestion the bad eelings
BH: ~...~
DI: dont qΨestion the bad eelings
BH: ~...~
BH: ~...~
DI: FΨCKIN GODDAMMIT, P- - -ERS- - -EA.
BH: ~...~
DI: P- - -ERS- - -EA, I SW- - -EAR TO COD.
BH: ~...~
DI: HO- - -E DONT DO IT.
BH: ~...~
BH: ~Don't question t}{e bad eelings!~
DI: OH MY GOD.
BH: ~}^-^{~
DI: i SW- - -EAR to fΨckin' COD, perci.
BH: ~38P~
DI: yoΨ are so mΨch worse than rina. SO MΨCH WORS- - -E.
BH: ~I know I am but water you!~
DI: a doΨche bag.
BH: ~W}{ale yeah, I know t}{at silly gilly!~
DI: WOW.
BH: ~So, do you know w}{ere Rina is? Talking serious business, so no puns!~
DI: nah. im w/ prim. why are yoΨ asking?
BH: ~Because I wanted to sea if she knew anyt}{ing aboat t}{e game we're going to play! Seems like t}{e only ones w}{o know a t}{ing or two are Atsuko and Katsuo. I can't get in touc}{ wit}{ Atsuko and I'm a bit terrified of Katsuo.~
DI: why woΨld yoΨ be afraid of a harmless bΨrgΨndy-blood like him? he woΨldn't harm Ψs Ψnless we wanted to harm him.
BH: ~I know, I know. But...I just get reely bad vibes from }{im sometimes, and t}{ey make me reely nervous. Sometimes talking to }{im is...nerve-racking.~
DI: whale...i got to agree.
DI: shit, i thoΨght we aint doing the fish pΨns.
BH: ~Saury!~
BH: ~S}{it. Sorry.~
DI: s'chool. carp, i mean s'cool.
DI: Ψgh.
DI: look, jΨst try to get in toΨch with koto again. perhaps shell answer this time.
BH: ~Hmmm, alright. I will talk to you later, gator!~
DI: heh, in awhile croco...
DI: holy shit.
BH: ~W}{at?~
DI: THIS is the fΨckin' T- - -EMPL- - -E?!
BH: ~38?~
} Triton: Be shocked
It was a large, Gothic clock tower colored a dark, rich red hue. Various shades of red and tones of black evened out the color of the tower, making it more appealing to the eye. The clock's round face was pitch-black, with golden numbers and hands. The hands moved a constant, slow rhythm, ticking softer than any clock you had heard before. At the sides of the tower were two, yellow spires. One spire had a cog-shaped at the top, while the other had a orb filled with golden sand that glitched like a virus on a computer.
You stared up at the thing in awe, while Castor gave a smug look.
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"Pretty thweet, huh?" he asked, his shoulder brushing against yours. "I mean, it'th no Temple of Gemini or Aquariuth, but it cometh fucking clothe, right?"
"I-It looks practically new!" you stammered, motioning your hands towards the tower. "Like...holy shit! This looks like it belongs in New Astraia!"
"I'm going to have to take your for it cuz I've never been to Virgo."
You just nodded your head.
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He grabbed your arm, and lead you into the tower. You gulped, quickly shoving your phone back into your pocket.
You had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.
} Triton: Be Nilima