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(*slaps on cover for extra emphasis*)
Note on how this will work: I will not "reserve" pages because there is way too many to reserve as you can see up at the Table of Contents and just having the word "Reserved" on each post would just be too much for the site and a hassle. What I'm going to do is make the posts of the people I want for now then edit them when I have more. So this is why I implore you to NOT post/reply to this for plots and comments. Please say those comments on the C-Box when I'm on or on the Character Info thread named "Platoon Under Moon"; keep plot ideas to said thread. Thank you.

The Arcane Compendium:
Tales of the Current Tarot Lives

Luna Zweihander

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Copyright © 2010 by Luna Zweihander.
All rights reserved.
First published in Panem by the Capitol in 2010.

"Tarot Cards" pictures provided by Persona 3/FES/PSP.
Copyright © 2006, 2007, 2009 (Japan)
Copyright © 2007, 2008, 2010 (Panem)
All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means without written permission from the copyright holders.

Printed in Panem.

Author's Notes

Welcome to all! Luna Zweihander here. You are about to explore 22 people's lives represented by the Major Arcana. In each story or fairytale or even recopy of their dreams, this book leaves you to draw and interpret key symbols of their lives and the challenges they went through, possibly, in past lives. Or even the current. All this book does is tell the story; you must figure out the essential roles.

It is important to note that most of these people had connected to each other in one life. By friendship, by rivalry, or by - the sweetest of them all - love. By reading each story, you must draw your opinions and concepts to see how they really were beyond the one in Panem. Immerse yourself, see the symbols, bring together these figures that have been separated by cruel fate and punishment.

Some will have never kindled with others; but, there is always one thing to keep in mind: we all bound to each other in the greatest story of all, Life.

Most importantly, have fun. The deck and book will be complete at the end of each one's cycle.

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Table of Contents

About the Author --- Page 1, Post 4
Prologue: The Cards Have Scattered --- Page 1, Post 5
The Fool --- Page 1, Post 6
The Magiciain --- Page 1, Post 7
The Priestess --- Page 1, Post 8
The Empress --- Page 1, Post 9
The Emperor --- Page 1, Post 10
The Hierophant --- Page 1, Posts 11
The Lovers --- Page 1, Posts 12
The Chariot --- Page 1, Posts 13
The Justice --- Page 1, Post 14
The Hermit --- Page 2, Post 15
The Fortune --- Page 2, Post 16
The Strength --- Page 2, Post 17
The Hanged Man --- Page 2, Post 18
The Death --- Page 2, Post 19
The Temperance --- Page 2, Post 20
The Devil --- Page 2, Post 21
The Tower --- Page 2, Post 22
The Star --- Page 2, Post 23
The Moon --- Page 2, Post 24
The Sun --- Page 2, Post 25
The Judgment --- Page 2, Post 26
The World --- Page 2, Post 27
Unknown Card: The Universe --- Page 2, Post 28
Conclusion: The Deck Has Been Complete --- Page 2, Post 29

Note on how this will work: I will not "reserve" pages because there is way too many to reserve as you can see up at the Table of Contents and just having the word "Reserved" on each post would just be too much for the site and a hassle. What I'm going to do is make the posts of the people I want for now then edit them when I have more. So this is why I implore you to NOT post/reply to this for plots and comments. Please say those comments on the C-Box when I'm on or on the Character Info thread named "Platoon Under Moon". Thank you.

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About the Author

God, I love this color... That says a lot about who I favor more...

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, whichever time you are from. My name is Luna Zweihander, currently bound towards the high life - and by 'high life' I mean out of high school. In the USA/Panem area, I live more in the Capitol section part of the country, just a little more west past the mountain range 'used' to be called the Rockies.

Taking into account only my real serious RPing, I have been RPing for about two years with a major period of inactivity between then and now. I'm at a couple of only-RP sites but my real first experience of a only-RP site was here, the Hunger Games RPG. My beginning experiences are rooted in a site about a farming-simulation game. It wasn't a true RP site, but man did I have a blast! I met my best online friend there. x3

Hobbies? Well, if any of you can guess, I'm a huge major total dork of video games, especially the Persona series or any game by Shin Megami Tensei. (Which is how I got the Tarot cards idea from). Lately I've been reading books; in other spare time, I seldom draw, write stories, listen to music, and eat... without getting fat. I'm actually quite lazy (haha...). Favorite series right now is by Stephen King called The Dark Tower series, and a few of my favorite individual books are Animal Farm by George Orwell, Battle Royale by Koushun Takami, The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, and The Sanctuary by Raymond Khoury. Oh, and I like The Hunger Games series. xP

Yeah... I'm not telling you guys about my true personal life. Sorry.

This old person is done being arrogant. Let us proceed.

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Prologue: The Cards Have Scattered

Once upon a time, a goddess lived alone in a kingdom fit for the decent. All the time she was bored, left to her own devices, unable to converse easily with the other gods and goddesses - she had no need of the other gods and goddesses anyways.

As the goddess of imagination and life, she had decided, based on a lowly-man's excuse of fortune-telling deck of cards, she would bestow life, 21 people in exact, each representing the cards and their general descriptions in their lives.

Together in this kingdom, they were happy; she could not wish for any more happiness from her 21 players. However, that was to change.

Great calamity had struck, natural disasters rampant, the river of Lethe, known for making people forget their earthly lives, had swept over her 21 players and sent them separated from each others' presences. A new government was made, now requiring the sacrifices of her and any other gods' and goddesses' children in a horrific set of games.

The goddess, though sad that her children had to endure terrible events and death, only smiled melancholic, saying, "In each cycle's end, together stack the deck will, then returneth to me."

So she waits in her kingdom, arms open for the return of her 21 cards. With a guiding hand, she hopes to lead her lost sheep back to her bosom; then, will they live in happiness forever and eternity once more.

'Thus, it begins.'

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XXI - The World - XXI

The Civil World representative: Papero Hitomiya
Location: Arena (TRIBUTE)
Status: Returned; first card

Love Has No Bounds - Part I

Once upon a time, a boy far, far away had no family living near him, thus he was very lonely. He was generally very good-mannered and always was kind to others, never raising his tone if ever angry. Being the son of a scientist father had given him the honor of meeting a special family: a family of cyborgs.

The boy also had a special power to combat monsters in a hidden hour between midnight and the next day that not everyone knew about. The family of cyborgs were made for that task of killing them, just like he was naturally born to have the ability. He got to know these people and called them 'brothers' and 'sisters', having no siblings of his own. Each good and bad event with them was recorded in a prized journal that he would always smile at.

One cyborg in particular, however, grew to love him dearly. These cyborgs had been perfected of human emotions and were capable carrying out perfect human conversation unlike other robots. Unfortunately, when the cyborg was made, two of the nightly monsters snuck in during her installation and now inhabited her body. These two nightly monsters were the avatars of an almighty force hellbent on ending humanity's existence.

The boy, ordered by the team of scientists, had no choice but to accept the cyborg's affections in order to keep a close eye on it; though, in his heart was nothing more than emptiness. He would never be able to love the cyborg more than a 'sister'.

Each time a full moon passed, the cyborg was losing parts of its 'human' senses to the creatures inside her. Soon, they guessed after the 20th full moon, the cyborg would lose itself entirely and give itself to the ultimate being. Now the task of the boy was to kill the cyborg.

One night, during the hour no one knows, the boy called it out to a bridge in order to 'declare his love properly' to the cyborg. The cyborg, its innocence still intact, obediently turned to the bloody river below and gazed, allured by its beauty. The boy immediately pointed a gun at the back of its head.

"I am God," he said, before pulling the hammer. A new hole was made in the cyborg's head, its eyes clicking and losing its color, and he could hear it say, 'Shutting... down...'

It fell to the river below, a mighty splash produced. With his duties done and guilt forming in his heart, the boy walked off, almost about to cry.

'Three years pass...'

Love Has No Bounds - Part II

Three years passed, a figure crawled out from the river unnoticed, unfazed. The cyborg had returned but reverted back to the way it was before the two creatures changed it. Now, though, it was left dumb - mute - and incapable of accessing the built-in weapons; also, its memory-storing processes were faulty, unable to fix itself for a couple weeks.

The cyborg had walked throughout the town, eventually getting to a dorm last used by a group of highschoolers. Decrepit and no ownership under its name, the cyborg proclaimed it 'hers'; and, eventually, its memory processes to regained function. The first memory to be stored was the saving a puppy wrapped in a scarf in front of a soda machine that it decided to call the pup 'Aristaeus'.

Seeing the auras of humans, experiencing the hidden hour, the cyborg, innocent and mostly pure, decided to make its own group of highschoolers with the ability to kill off the nightly creatures feeding off of people. Luring them with a heavenly proposition of obtaining free lodging in its dorm, the people with the 'potential' were gathered.

And one of them was the boy, older, bolder, kinder and more secretive.

They had all been brought together to combat through the tower formed only during the hidden hour, and so they did while fighting the baddest enemies outside of the tower as well. Per full moon did a nightly shade present itself to be detrimental to the city, and the newly-formed group were to take care of these creatures, while handling the normal, routine lives in the daylight, keeping away the night secrets and their ventures.

The cyborg and its team were great; but, this did not help prevent history to repeat itself. This time with success.

Again the cyborg fell for the gentlemanly teenager; again the cyborg fell for his natural alluring charms; but, her two inhabitants had gained personality and consciousness of their surroundings, unlike before.

When the boy invited the cyborg to the bridge once more, bringing the gun this time with more bullets, ready to pull the trigger again all in the interest of the world. Unfortunately, the cyborg was notified of the betrayal by her two associates. It lashed out at him, sending him against the bridge ropes, out of control.

As foretold and feared, it was losing all of its 'human' senses and was ready to give itself up to the ultimate creature beginning to decimate humanity with its gift of death. The cyborg disappeared into the night: to the tower.

With him made leader to save the world, the young man charged the team to the top of the tower just before the last day of the first month was met, which was to be the day the world would die.

The cyborg had still had a little bit of 'humanity' in it, but not enough to fight off the avatars within it. It had become a nightly monster much like the rest, eyes blank, limbs like animals'. It had no choice but to fight against its former comrades.

The fight was tough; being the avatar of Death itself had advantages over humans. Many sustained heavy injuries; but, the young man did not give up. This was his final battle. With renewed resolve, the young man bitterly gave the former cyborg, with tears, a blow that ended its existence. The two avatars left its body, leaving broken parts and detachments strewn all over the floor, the former cyborg shell.

The nightly shades merged with the 'ultimate being' to create Death itself; and, stretching its hand, started to melt humans into nightly creatures.

The young man, with his team, destroyed Death at the cost of life: Aristaeus. The puppy had sacrificed itself to ensure that its newfound family and friends could survive Death's touch. The last friend to the cyborg had now died.

Death, now defeated, reverted the state of the world back to the way it was without the night hour, meaning the riddance of the team's memories and the world's encounter with the hidden hour.

Months passed, the team finally remembered their experiences within the night and tower by one more departure: the young man's. He had to depart, he said, because the world was in no need of his services anymore. Knowing his place in the world, the young man left the country far, far away, in contemplation and wonder.

'Memories of you...'

The World's Return

A young man walked down a corridor feeling his head; there was a major dent, cracking the fragile skull within. No pain; just confusion. Looking down at his clothes, blood and gray matter spilled onto a loose tank-top, cargo pants, and an orange life-vest. He only got more confused.

At the end of the hall, a door marked with a number:

XXI.

After the tilt of the head, his tanned hand turned the smooth, round knob, basking himself in the light pouring out.

Blues and greens entered his brown eyes, setting him at awe. The sweet smells of flowers invaded his noses lovingly. A huge ball in the center radiated with bluish light; what set him at a stare was that it was a total replica of Earth itself, smaller but ever-so beautiful. He could see the plants and tiny figures of animals and people moving about. The young man almost collapsed in the beauty, before an alluring voice beckoned to his attendance.

The young man walked to the other side of the room, espying a lady dressed most elegantly, with white robes draping over her limbs and curvature. The man widened his eyes to the ravishing goddess.

A hand asked for him to come closer, and he did so. The goddess stood up - which surprised him, seeing her taller than him - and grasped his head, smiling.

"You have returned to me, my Civil World. I was worried so."

Tears dripped down his face.

"There shall be no more pain. Please, rest now. The others will return in due time."

She floated out of the room, still keeping a smile on. The young man, still crying, felt his head again, then smiled.

His head was round and smooth.

The World chapter: Concluded

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XXII - Unknown Card: The Universe - XXII

The Universe representative(s): dead Tributes of Hunger Games that had the 'cards' in them
Location: Arena/Districts of origin
Status: Dealt to respective players (going by District, increasing number of Games)

by: jasik

The Last Goodbye

White walls surround us

Sul's been alone, hopelessly alone, for so long, floating through nothingness. He knows he is dead. He remembers the sting of Kale's blade cutting into his flesh, and even now the echos of the pain reverberate through his body. And yet... it is not real. Sul knows it is not. He feels it, but not in his body, which is still tied to the earth. He feels it hurting his soul.

No light will touch your face again

What has happened to his allies? Did Kale die along with him? Are Cherry and Nachele safe? Sul hopes beyond hope that they are okay. He hopes everyone's okay. He doesn't want anyone else to die, anyone else to go through what he has gone through. But he knows more will die. He know more will follow. It is unavoidable, and it tears him apart knowing that more children will suffer and die.

Rain taps the window

Juliana... Sul cannot help but think of Juliana. She watched him die, and it pains him to know that she is suffering because of it. Sul wants to hold her one last time, to kiss her gently before letting go forever. But he did not get to do that, as he would've liked to. And now, he never will get to see her again, never get to hear her voice, feel her loving embrace.

As we sleep among the dead

As Sul floats through the nothingness that will become his eternal grave, he releases his grudges. He silently forgives Argent and Kale for their betrayal that led to his death. The Hunger Games change people. Sul has seen it, lived it. And it will change many more people to come, continue to rip lives apart. And as this last though crosses his mind, Sul Tervish whispers a final goodbye and gives in to sweet release.

The End