I walk the streets

INDIE RP BLOG || Charlie Virgil || New Orleans, LA || NON-SELECTIVE || Multiverse + Multiship || Mun & Muse 21+ || Triggers are NOT tagged

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

Lucifero’s thin fake smile was still right in place while Charlie was talking and he followed him to the exit, eyes trailing for a moment down to his bag before they were up again. “Sure. No doubt about that. The taxi’s already waiting.” He opened the door and headed outside towards a car in some distance, tthinking about the other male’s words. When it came to conflicts Luce avoided unnecessary fights unless he felt offended, then he turned into the wicked witch of the west as the newbies liked to put it. He liked a good conflict unless it was with people from the voodoo society. 

“Do we need to get somewhere else first to get you the things you need or can we head straight to our house?”

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Charlie was more or less attempting to assert his dominance; he hated to feel inferior, so he tried to put a damper on that possibility as soon as possible. 

He looked back at Lucifero, shaking his head with a hum. “Not at all. I carry this bag for a reason. Plus, you don’t need much to put a spirit back to rest, actually. Salt water, a dried rose, thirteen thorns, and a little jar. Well, plus graveyard dirt and the ashes of a dead man, but you know. Common things.”

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"I could always just kill them..."

@dunsgathaich

“You could.” Charlie hummed, head bobbing slightly to the side. “I mean, you probably shouldn’t. But I wouldn’t tell anyone if you did.”

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everyone is watching supernatural and i’m sitting here like

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

Luce narrowed his eyes at that explanation but kept another comment in check. The witch covens had their own rites and especially he his own nasty ways to deal with folks who pissed him off, but he lived in the belief that it was less strange than voodoo magic that always seemed to have an eerie vibe. “Then let’s just hope neither of us pisses the other one off”, he said with a forced smile that didn’t reach his dark eyes, ovserving Charlie’s motions. With another look on the clock he sighed a bit but slid off of his chair, leaning against the counter. “Would be a shame if our first cooperation would escalate.” That was as much of a statement as a warning in case Charlie would take advantage of the situation by being allowed to enter the basis of a witch coven.

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Charlie raised an eyebrow, but only offered a small smirk. He checked his pone quickly, before grabbing his back and slinging it over his shoulder. One or two people looked at that bag almost nervously; other employees who knew Charlie well. “If it escalates, I can assure you that it won’t be me who escalates it.” Charlie purred, striding towards the doors, skirting around tables on his way.

“But it will be me who ends it. By any means necessary. I don’t like conflict, Lucifero.” The shaman said simply, before his cheerful smile returned. “Show the way.”

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

There weren’t many things that scared Lucifero or at least managed to make him feel uncomfortable. Loud noises, rooms without windows, that was bearable and not worth the talking but voodoo never failed to make his flesh crawl. Only speaking about graveyards and voodoo dolls sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine and he shifted on his barstool. It took a lot of him to only come here but he had no idea why voodoo magic freaked him out.

“No big fan of voodoo dolls”, he snorted, covering his thoughts up as good as possible although it was obvious he prefered to be somewhere else right now. “If you keep so many of them does that mean you screwed up with several people or are you crafting ones just for fun once you meet someone new and can’t pin down if they’re friendly or hostile?” Maybe the more voodoo puppets a shaman got the more respect he earned. Would also be a good pick-up line - Come upstairs with me and I show you my voodoo doll collection. Lucifero shivered again at the thought.

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Charlie grinned, shrugging. “Door two, mostly. I tend to get along with, or at least not be disliked by, most people I meet.” He replied easily, glancing at the clock before taking off his waist apron and moving to a little logbook under the counter to clock out. “If I can’t get a feel for someone, or if they’re rather rude.”

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

Living for almost 15 years by now in New Orleans, Lucifero became eventually able to pin down and understand the slangs and accents of the town. So far Charlie’s wasn’t very distinctive but to this moment what told him that he must be born and raised here. As if the voodoo hokus-pokus wasn’t evidence enough for that but since he knew nothing about this guy it was pleasant to at least get some small glimpses of the details. Lucifero himself lived too long here to still have any italian accent left, hell, sometimes he even forgot how to speak italian anymore.

“Well, my mother’s a bitch and yours got courage. I can see who’s better off - but the killing of course”, Luce answered nonchalantly. “Guess she was the one who taught you everything?” At first he had been devastated to leave Italy at the age of 13 but it turned out having an ocean between him and his mother and being teached witchcraft by strangers was the best that ever happened to him. His mother was a horrible teacher with occasional temper tantrums.

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Charlie laughed. Then, he tilted his head, his smile softening as well. “Yeah, she did. Most of it, but she died when I was seventeen. I had to figure things out on my own from there.  Didn’t wanna make allies or enemies, so I figured th’best way to do that was to keep t’myself, y’know? You can find just about anything for Louisiana voodoo in the swamps and the graveyards.”

“It makes it easier, anyway. Some things I gotta travel for, though, for the more complex things. Thankfully, voodoo dolls are easy. Gotta have plenty of those around, y’know? Well, ,I guess you don’t. I like to, though. I don’t like to kill people if I don’t gotta, but I don’t mind givin’ them a sharp pain in the hand.”

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

“Most of my fellow witches are not around today, they got a call from our council because of some tax issues”, Luce pointed out with a mixture of indifference and something like subtle amusement about the circumstance. Although it wasn’t amusing to be left with a bunch of young witches and witchers who knew nothing about witchcraft. “Nobody will throw you under the bus as you put it. The ones that are left are unskilled anyway and fortunately have to listen to me. Besides, I doubt you’d let yourself being taught a lesson by some bratty  underage witches.” A smirk would appear on his lips and he observed how Charlie served his customer their drink.

Though he was a bit surprised to hear how old Charlie already was. Immortality was reserved for the voodoo society, white or black witch covens longed for that secret already for centuries but never got any closer to it. It wasn’t common for witches to use immortality or aging spells, it was against nature and usually you always paid a certain price for it that made Lucifero ponder if it was really worth it. He shook off his thoughts, already starting to feel a bit uneasy and answered nonchalantly in a light chanting voice: “R-E-S-P-E-C-T? Don’t worry about that. I wasn’t raised in the early 1900′s like you but I experienced the privilege of finding belladonna in my food or drinks when my mother thougt I disrespected her.” She used to let him rot for a few hours before she healed him again but it was a very distinctive nurture nonetheless.

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Charlie smiled, seeming to relax even more. Well, if they tried anything, at least they’d be an easy stop; he wouldn’t even have to harm them, most likely. Good.

The shaman tilted his head, clicking his tongue absently. See, his immortality was more of an accident; performing the ritual hadn’t been an accident, no, but you had to have a certain level of power for the ritual to even work in the first place. He hadn’t thought it would work; he’d only done it to confirm his suspicions, and, well... It worked out. He wasn’t complaining, either; he’d always feared his own death, after his mother’s. Now he didn’t have to worry; and as a bonus, he’d learned how powerful he really was. It made things much easier. He rarely second-guessed himself since then.

Charlie practically purred for a moment as the thought ran through his head, his attention faltering once more. “My mama sold her soul for her power, but the hounds never got to her.” He murmured, eyes flickering with something else; instead of vacancy, it was something closer to anger. “They never got a chance, no.” The New Orleans accent came out a little more; the southern drawl tossed up with a French curl; Creole.

“She was murdered; by townspeople. Suppose they didn’t like havin’ a ‘voodoo lady’ takin’ the town justice into her own hands. Back then, a black lady, nonetheless.”

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@savemyscul  ||  ‘I liked killing them.’

           ( HE WISHES HE COULD BE MORE CONCERNED. However, the most MIKE can muster is a tired raise of his eyebrows, a hint of disapproval in his eyes. With any luck, the man would notice the vermin in front of him, kill him too - then he wouldn’t have to deal with this crippling sadness any more. )

                                                “Sure. Why not? They muuust’ve been bad folks.”

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“They weren’t too terrible, but they were annoyances.” Charlie practically cooed, tilting his head side to side and grinning almost too cheerfully. “The world has enough annoyances, yes, I can only get rid of what I can!”

[somniloquistsuggestion-deactiva]

The rain stops sometimes. But there’s a storm coming.

[quotemadness]

But that is past and should remain deep in the past.

Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)

[wordsnquotes]

may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave

Audre Lorde,  The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Solstice” (via wordsnquotes)

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Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

mae-rps:

“Is that blood?!”

“You didn’t have to kill them!”

“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”

“I could always just kill them…”

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess.“ 

“You busted my lip!”

“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”

“They deserved it.”

“Dont you dare hit me!“ 

“I liked killing them.”

“Oh God, there’s so much blood!“ 

“Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”

“Kill them! Go on!“ 

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“They died happy at least.“ 

“Do you want me to hit you?!“ 

“Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again.“ 

“I’ll kill you, I swear!“ 

“They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”

“I’ll kill every last one of them.“ 

“Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”

“I’ll fight beside you.“ 

“Are you burning a body?”

“I was protecting you!”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”

“It was an accident!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”

“Burn the body and lets go.”

“I’m glad they’re dead!”

“They’re not going to make it.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I had to do it.”

“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”

“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

[vincentvangogh-art]

…It is getting too lonely, too cold, too empty and too dull for me.

Vincent Van Gogh, The Complete Letters  (via vincentvangogh-art)

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You were the first person I loved, and the last person I’ll ever trust.

[1-800-hrtbrkr]

Unspoken thoughts lead to restless sleep. I’m so tired.

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[thedemoninsidemyheart]

Lucifero’s eyes followed the motions of Charlie’s fingers, how the young man played with the crow’s skull and he slowly lifted his gaze again after thinking about the other’s answer. This was just great. Not that his coven already needed to go through the humiliation to ask some voodoo shaman for help, no, they would even need to give him access to their magical archives so he could take his payment. He sighed a bit sustained as he breathed out again, but eventually gave Charlie a nod.

“Fine. That can be arranged. Just consider that I won’t ever leave your side to keep an eye on you, while you’re casting the spirit out, just as while you can take your payment. Not that I don’t trust you but - “ A soft snicker left his mouth and he subtly shook his head. “No, wait. It’s actually because I don’t trust you. Just don’t take it as an offence, alright?”

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“None taken. After all, I will be keeping my back to the wall.” Charlie replied, his slowly bobbing to the other side as he moved to take an order from someone who had sat down, and make their drink. “I won’t take much. I know what I need, anyways. I always keep track of what I’m low on.” He chimed, eyeing Lucifero again quietly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to get a knife in my back for what I need, understood? Just because I understand that you, as far as I am to believe, won’t throw me under the bus, doesn’t mean that your little buddies won’t.”

He clicked his tongue, serving the drink with a sweet smile and a definitely practiced ‘enjoy’ spiel, the shaman turned back and brushed his chaotically shaggy curls out of his eyes, before glancing at the clock. His eyes, for a moment, followed an invisible figure, before darting back to the other man. “We don’t have to trust each other to keep our decency and respect. I was raised in the early, early 1900′s; disrespect me, and you’ll learn quickly.” He hummed almost too cheerfully, yawning slightly as he twisted one of his many rings around his finger.

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dear god, please teach these sharp hands to love soft things without ruining them.

a prayer from the wicked. // (e.c.a.)