JURY & EXECUTIONER

rp blog for the judge magisters of ffxii

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The self-proclaimed guardians of law and order in Archadia. They're the Elite Guard of House Solidor. Which effectively makes them the commanders of the Imperial Army.  Low activity.

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ARCHADIA : CHESS ARCHETYPE One does not win by preserving every piece; only by knowing which may be spent.

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anyone feel like interacting with the judges?

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zargabaath being a genuinely good guy is quite terrible for the position of power he holds. people are always so scared of him, and his soldiers, and for good reason, and he hates it

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someone kills/kicks bergan's ass and the whole world cheers

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@5judgements sent: 🗡 sighs, from bergan

[ from send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction . accepting ]

For a country that was on the brink of all-out war with Rozarria, Melissa was always surprised at the number of official functions and galas that House Solidor managed to orchestrate. The performer knew that the imperial wealth was sourced from all the other countries and provinces they had annexed - not unlike Bhujerba - but the opulence of these gatherings enjoyed by so few always made her sick with disgust, even if her own exotic fabrics and jewelry cost more gil than families made in an entire year in Old Archades.

That had been the reason which caused Melissa to step away from the dance floor for a while. The dancer explained to Ghis that she would like to retire for a moment to the balconies to gaze at the night sky for a while, an activity that they often did together in private settings (the magistrate was now very much used to the customs and preferences of his beloved and her foreign home). There was nothing but gentle understanding in the judge's gaze, the man being fully aware of the intensity of the glares that she received from the less-welcoming part of the audience - but to his credit, Ghis granted Melissa his unwavering support, kissing her hand in a gentlemanly display of his affections before going away to make conversation with other guests.

It didn't help that Melissa had now genuine feelings for her target; it all pointed towards failure for Ondore's plans when her letters got short and infrequent, her surprising love for Jarvis Ghis further muddling priorities and fueling the sensation of dread filling her stomach on nights like that. Thinking too much gave the performer a spell of dizziness, causing her to lean against the closest wall for support and momentarily closing her eyes.

The Bhujerban didn't stand like that for long - the unmistakable sound of imperial armor clanging in the distance made her stand up straight again, ears picking up the noise and knowing it wasn't Ghis. Her paramour had not dressed in full army regalia, having opted for attire more suitable for dancing - and so had the other magistrates who were friendly with Melissa. With Gabranth being absent from the function, it left just one potential answer - and one that had Melissa swallowing with difficulty.

It wasn't long before Bergan caught up with her - his stride was purposeful, one of his hands reaching out for Melissa and pressing her to the wall without any care. He didn't have his custom weapon on given the celebrations of that evening, nor his helmet - but the sharp spikes of his protectives dug into the Bhujerban's skin easily, earning him muffled gasps of pain that seemed only to further encourage the judge to unsheathe a small dagger with his free hand and press it to the dancer's neck.

"The audacity of Bhujerba knows no limits - to have a harlot pretending to be a guest sullies the honor of House Solidor and Archadia. You are not welcome."

"I am... A guest and diplomatic representative of the Sky City of Bhujerba. To say otherwise would imply defying imperial orders, Your Honor," Melissa's reply was likely not the smartest one given her situation - but she refused to show fear before Bergan. He embodied everything that she loathed about the Empire and those responsible for her current situation; when that man was around, it became almost impossible to forget her goal and to dream about the day he would no longer draw breath.

The dancer's bold reply only made Bergan press the blade harder; enough to draw blood but not to scar, the gesture seemingly calculated for a man who wielded such destructive power. If he truly desired - he could have done anything to Melissa and likely escaped punishment. After all, Archadia did not have a lot of love for those born out of its borders, even if she was a citizen under their laws.

"You are nothing but a despicable little spy from that spineless marquis. Bhujerba has no honor - you should be grateful the Empire welcomed your lot. You mean nothing, girl - being Ghis' whore does not change your nature."

The brunette felt the grip of Bergan's gloved hand tightening; perhaps killing her with a blade would soil his armor, whereas suffocating a helpless dancer would be an easier job. To her credit, Melissa did not struggle or protest - but there was a change in her honeyed gaze when Ghis was mentioned, even if the judge did not need her to safeguard his honor.

"Jarvis is a thousand times the man you are, Bergan," Melissa spat, feeling her blood growing hot; one more minute and she would have launched a full rant in Bhujerban about her paramour, but it wasn't required - Ghis himself appeared at the end of the hallway, his silent footsteps going unnoticed by the enraged Bergan thanks to his civilian attire. The moment he cleared his throat, however, had the other judge immediately stepping away, blade disappearing into its ornate scabbard.

"Do you need any assistance, Melissa?" he asked, approaching with calm steps which were in direct opposition to Bergan's behavior earlier. While Ghis was also unarmed, something about his voice and posture denounced a clear, cold warning - it made the dancer once more fully aware of the violence coiled in the body of the man who shared her bed. Jarvis Ghis was both a perfect lover and a ruthless killer; the duality was visible in that moment.

"Not at all, kanta," the foreign term of endearment was chosen on purpose; the small flinch of Bergan's shoulders upon hearing it was worth it. Melissa wiped the blood from the places where blade and armor had cut her superficially, smiling at Ghis before a polite bow was also given, "I felt a bit dizzy while looking for the exit and Judge Bergan was kind enough to lend me support. I am just less familiarized with the sharp edges of his armor, that is all."

Bergan's throat made a noise that was impossible to describe but for something full of hate; without a word, he turned away and left through the opposite end of the hallway, leaving Melissa alone. It wasn't until Ghis embraced her that the Bhujerban realized she was about to faint; the bravery before Bergan exhausted her, and her beloved ended up picking the brunette as one would with their bride, taking Melissa outside and making sure she was comfortable once he gently settled her on a bench.

"He wouldn't have really harmed me, Jarvis," she said, reaching out to the magistrate's face and brushing a thumb against his cheek. It was an attempt at clearing the lines of worry on his visage, but a failed one. Inhaling deeply, Ghis shook his head.

"He would, Melissa. It would not be the first time," he said somewhat cryptically, but refrained from elaborating. Forcing a smile out, Ghis then pressed a chaste kiss to the dancer's forehead, breathing slowly - and it made the Bhujerban realize that her safety was no laughing matter. Ondore had aimed to infiltrate her to win a judge magister's trust, and Melissa had succeeded. More than that - she had somehow earned his loyalty.

"Do not worry - he will never touch you again. I promise you this."

[4th-make-quail]

I am not taking criticism at this time

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i know it is a shipping post but the renders are pretty good lmao

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"I think we took a wrong turn." (for Noah~)

Considering they are staring into the yawning abyss of a night sky at their feet, where the ground is crumbling away from erosion, he thinks she might be onto something. The young soldier put his arm out to stop her from stepping over the edge as they had turned the corner. He cannot help but utter a brief laugh at the hilarity of the statement and situation. What a way to have gone, toppling down into the darkness and lost to the ocean below.

"Are you sure this is not exactly where we want to be?"

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day two-hundred and forty-one of asking for bergan to be brutally beat to death

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still standing by the notion that bergan needs his shit rocked and not in the good way

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vayne turning into this beefed up version of himself is so funny

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Vayne Carudas Solidor in FINAL FANTASY XII

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it's really too bad that there is nearly no rpc for ffxii there are a lot of characters i would love to see at the moment i would kill for a vayne, because the man is so uniquely in a position to do whatever the fuck he wants re: the judges

[catchameme]

Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction!

Alternatively, send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blase to your muse's throat.

If you cannot see the emoji, send 'DAGGER'

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

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[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head (reverse this fir Gabranth, idek what Mel did but she probably deserved it)

It feels like they've been here before.

Their arguing is a ceaseless thing, one constant in a world where everything else was uncertain. At ends it isn't a hard task to find something for them to be combative about; Gabranth has become a menace in his time away from her and while he cannot prove it, Melissa has changed for the worse, too. It is a moot point when they get physical. Some things really never change, and people too hardly can elude what has created them. Despite the years and the circumstances there is an inescapable truth that neither of them can deny. It breaks through the anger in the way her accusing motions bring a hand between them.

Gabranth is quick. He captures Melissa's hand within his own, taking a step inward and forcing her back into the wall by proximity alone. Holding her hostage he takes the offending digits and raises them upward above her head, soon joined by her other hand at the wrist, pinned flush to the cool texture of brickwork. Keeping her there beneath his offensive metal a sigh hisses out from the helmet.

"Is this a game to you?" But there is no malice in the question.

Were the Judge truly upset he would have left her there, stormed off to isolate himself from the onslaught of Melissa's conjecture. Even though they quite often appeared to be fighting, the squabbling turned into something less hostile more often than not, their bleeding hearts overcoming the bitterness.