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The Hermit IX - The Hermit : The Hermit has associations with solitude, contemplation, and self-reflection. It is symbolic of leaving the voices of the world behind and finding stillness and silence enough to hear one's inner voice speak. He lights the way ahead by his own lantern, looking to no star or sign to guide his path. when you are ready take a deep breath and wake up

Act Two Reflection Well, I feel like this character is developing into something I hadn't quite expected. Perhaps some sort of avenging angel? I don't really know, but the fact that "you did this to yourself" feels very personal, like I'm trying to tell myself something about my own life through this roleplay... which I think happens more often than not with these journaling games. Act Two Reflection In Character: As I walk through the town the weight has grown heavier. They whisper when I pass, some in hope, others in dread. To some, I am a savior. To others, a curse. And to more than a few, I am judgment itself. The ab

Guilty over and over! I've had a long run of great partners who say surprisingly witty and amusing things. Next person needs to burn off some steam.

Guilty, Repeatedly. I've had a long run of great partners who say surprisingly insightful and resonant things. Next poster has had an RP make them laugh out loud when the read it.

Huh? There was a sudden vigor in Dylan's movements. Selene hurried her own pace in order to keep up. Perhaps they were sick? Or in need of more medical care than they had realized? Maybe there was something important that they just had to get out! Or perhaps- Derek!? A quick glance over her shoulder thankfully did not give way to the view of an angry home owner stomping in their direction. Any momentary worries over being thrown out she might have had were briefly squashed, replaced instead by curiosity and a concern for Dylan's well being. It was bad enough that Dylan had pushed their way into a room, yet another somehow occup

Third Sword: 10 of Pentacles Prompt: You find yourself wandering through a graveyard. What do you find there? Major Arcana for interpretation: The High Priestess The graveyard sits high on the hill, the town falling away beneath it like a half-forgotten dream. I don’t remember choosing to come here, only lifting my head to find myself already walking between the stones. The air is still, the light strange as day gives way to night. Every grave feels as though it is watching me pass, their names and dates blurring when I try to read them, as if they’ve been written in water. Near the far wall, I stop. There, half-shadowed benea

Not guilty. I guess I play these RPs different than most people. The next person has been surprisingly hit in the feels during a roleplay here.

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Next draw: Ace of Swords and The Chariot. The Ace of Swords: You take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the town around you. How does the town make you feel? Does it feel like home? The Chariot is, again, about progress through disciplined effort, That doesn't feel like an innate sense of belonging. It's worth pointing out that at the end of Act 1 I shuffled all the Major Arcana back into the deck. The rules weren't explicit about it and I made the conscious decision to shuffle it in because in a story about someone recovering their memories, they, or the Shadow of who they think they are, might arise. As I look at the

Draw a pentragram on the floor and splash some water around.

Quirofilia

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So Guily. Mads Mikkelsen always worth a watch. The next person has logged off in the middle of a scene because they came.

Loaded gun

Justice points at consequences, law and accountability. The phrase "You need to handle it." is the trigger for her memory. And argument about something she needed to fix, even though the failure wasn't hers. The next draw is the Queen of Swords and The Fool. You pause at a building and realize you used to work here. What was your job? Do you still work here? I had been thinking she might be a cop, but The Fool doesn't seem to indicate a police station. The Fool is spring, beginnings, innocence and spontaneity. Hardly a cop shop. Maybe a school, but I can't shake the echo of Justice and the Chariot that points at her - was she s

Second Sword: 4 of Pentacles Prompt: An abandoned building stirs up memories. What used to be here? Why did it matter? Major Arcana for interpretation: Death The building slumps against the earth like it’s trying to sink into its own grave. The door is missing, the windows yawning open, their frames bare of glass. Weeds push up through the boards of the porch, brittle stems rattling in the wind. Suddenly, I’m not standing outside the ruin, I’m back within its walls, whole again, my dress unmarked. The air is close, warm with too many bodies, the scent of sweat, oil lamps, and dust kicked from the floorboards. The benches

Someone made a new bio? I haven't seen activity here in a long time.

Act 2: Swords First Sword: 6 of Pentacles Prompt: People are looking at you and whispering. What are they saying? Major Arcana for interpretation: The World The town isn't empty... far from it. People walk and lounge on the wooden boardwalks, no one is in the rutted, dusty street. As I step onto the boardwalk, they part for me without speaking, but not without sound. “Saint’s scales, it’s really her.” The hush moves in waves, there is a name in there that I can’t quite catch, a tone I almost recognize. “The balance will be restored now.” Their voices tangle in the air like windblown threads, slippin

I think it's interesting that we both came up with the notion of this intimate, probably handmade, adornment. I did it with the ring. I wonder, does this say something about how the memories of things are attached to where we got them? It's interesting how clear and deliberate @IsabellaRose's story is - mine meanders. I think it's a function of both Isabella's intent as a writer and her (I presume) typing her responses contrasted to my very visceral scrawling, disjointed thoughts. Ink on paper, I think, forces a kind of immediacy because second thoughts and revision leave scars.

Here's what we have so far. The final image shows the current prompt and the answer inspiration. Earlier I got a prompt for a piece of jewelry and the Magician as the answer. I have a spreadsheet of Tarot cards that includes colors, directions, seasons, herbs, gemstones and the traditional meanings of cards. The Magician represents Moonstone or Pearl - both feminine in aspect for jewelry, so suddenly my amnesiac became female as I looked at my hands and saw this ring. Swords: After getting your bearings, you walk around town. You know this town. You know it well, but you cannot remember it. Draw three cards from the Deck of Swo

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Robin's eyes went wide and she stumbled a little to move out of the way as the couple fled the room. "Sorry!" she meekly called after then, her dark eyebrows knit in concern. She wondered if Dylan was in pain. The mysterious girl who had been the object of Robin's secret desires was still dealing with a sharp strike to the head and was still bleeding a little, despite Robin's assistance. While Dylan had seemed ok moments before, that might have been the head trauma--she might only now be feeling the real pain of it. All of these thoughts were whirling in Robin's mind, trying to justify why the softly spoken Dylan had yelled... why she w

As I was re-reading my posts, I felt like the whole Pentacles act needed a wrap up, a summary. Something for me to come back to later. Act One - Closing Reflection, in character I awoke in the dust and silence of a chapel that felt more like a watchful witness than a sanctuary. The saint above the altar looked down with eyes that seemed to see past my confusion, past my empty mind, into whatever truth I have yet to remember. The coat on my shoulders is not mine, perhaps it is borrowed, perhaps stolen, perhaps taken from someone who hurt me. Still, it hides the shame of a dress torn and weathered, its prim, buttoned colla