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did i post a judge meme for votive??????? i dont Think I did. so

normal rules, one per reblog, as many reblogs as u want, 18+ muses. judgebacks before/after the judge welcomed.

exorcist, actually likes ghosts (zombies however, disgusting. blood drinkers? if he can tell, its thin fucking ice buddy). no preference on castes.

if you describe a haunting, he’ll give you a quote for his services, or just tell you his initial opinion of you.

#xesium #i feel like i have existed in a vacuum and posted one but i dont think i did too #whos to say #pyro talks #judge meme

requiem for jackasses

@goddesstrolls

Votive and Dirge meet

> Your client was very specific about this kind of nuisance; a spirit with a knack of knocking shit over. Poltergeists weren’t uncommon, but the blue blood insisted this was more intense. He had scratches and bruises, and even a small injury from a thrown lamp. Supposedly he had called four exorcists before you, and none got rid of the problem for good.

> You were polite when you let this man passionately recount his woes, even when he revealed himself to be quite an asshole. He had the highblood role down perfectly. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he was just at the end of his rope when it came to being chased out of his own hive, but when he grabbed your tie and threatened you if you didn’t “get the job done right” you considered walking out of the coffee shop he met you at to discuss the case. But no- no you smiled tight lipped and assured him you could do this. Money was money after all, and when he told you what he would pay, and in three perigees, if the ghost was truly gone, he would triple the amount.

> The two of you agreed on a price, and a date to meet at his hive. But in the meantime you went shopping for some supplies. The usual extra candles, oil, some herbs that would help protect you, etc. Mostly it was you spending the last bit of money you had just to replenish your stock of witchy ingredients. From his account, you had a feeling that this ghost liked to book it and come back when the exorcist would leave, having assumed the job was done. Which meant you need to cast a holding spell so it couldn’t flee until you’ve dealt with it proper. You like to “deal” with the infestation instead of just considering an empty hive good enough. As well as cleanse the hive afterwards to stop it from coming back too, or another one. You hope this is just a ghost and not anything more powerful though, because some acorns, basil, black pepper, and a handful of salt and crystals isn’t going to be enough for an angel. Though you doubt it’s anything more than a prankster’s anger at not having enough attention. Most ghosts are more like lost children in your experience, and leave it to being a jadeblood, you were pretty okay with kids.

> Two days later you’ve taken a cab to the blue blood’s hive. You meet with the man outside his hive, and he yet again threatens you to not scam him before he’s left in his car and you’re left to walk inside the empty and dark hive with a duffle bag of stuff and your shotgun concealed just to not come in guns blazing. You don’t like to look threatening, it usually gets you attacked.

“Knock knock, anyone home?”

> You call out once you’ve closed the door behind you. You fall silent, listening for a rustle or floor creak, but the hive is empty. There is a lingering energy in the air, something you’re extra sensitive to, that at least confirms there was a ghost here recently. It looks like it already booked it. Fuck. On top of a holding spell, you need a summoning spell. But the bright side of being able to sense the ghost’s lingering energy- you know you can pull it back and then decide how to help it move on.

> Time to get to work. You start by finding a rug and flipping it around. It takes an hour of prep, but by the end you have a rug with a painted sigil trap, candles set up and lit, crystals and lined in each corner of the room, and an old coin in your hand as you start to chant an incantation just to pull the stupid spirit into your circle. If all things go according to plan of course. There’s always room for error despite your attempts at keeping it simple. Messing with candles always gets you a little nervous, funny enough. You just think there’s a risk of them going out.

“Alright ghosty, come out come out wherever you are,”

> You’ve casted your circle, let the summoning and trapping, begin.

#setting up is LONG #long post #god i tried to trim it down but just wanted to be thorough with him #xesium #goddesstrolls #also he plans to just flip the rug back and never tell the owner what he did #beats painting the floor

“such a polite troll. but sadly I am not entirely scar free. my hands are covered in acid Burns from when I was but a wriggler. even so, you must understand that judging other trolls appearances is why I do for a living. though mostly my subjects are dead. but chatting to them is no less enjoyable” - From Medelr to Xesium

"Sorry about the burns, I know it's not an enjoyable feeling."

"You judge the dead, I help them move out of places they're not welcomed in. And well... I'm not dead, and you're welcomed to stick around....?"

Cringe.

#awkward attempts to flirt with the living be like u can... stay #rabbit trolls #xesium #ask

Votive at Dirge when hes called in for another exorcism and its the same ghost

Dirge at Votive when hes had a second exorcist called on him and its the same dude

#xesium #pyro talks

Jades just wanna have fun

@stuckstucktrolls closed rp

Votive and Viktor meet

The sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, and the only reason Votive even knew a growling noise stirred him awake. Camping wasn’t exactly his ideal, but he didn’t make it to the city to find a motel room, and quite frankly didn’t even have money to rent a day anyway. So it left pitching a tent and a campfire- not so bad, but he had wrongfully assumed it was close enough to the city that any zombies would have been chased off.

Scratching at the thin nylon material made him sit up, groggily rubbing his eyes as he came to terms with the fact he needed to go deal with that and get moving. Not much sleep- but that’s on him for not trying to go to bed before the sky turned a light shade of pink.

Votive fished around for his shotgun and to put on his shoes, his body still sore from the last job when he was thrown into a fountain. The sore muscles combined with the lack of sleep was going to make this exciting, he thought, emptying the gun of salt rock bullets to put real bullets in. The plastic was holding well at least, long enough that he could reach out and poke his gun on the opposite side of the entrance, luring the zombies away for him to unzip the tent and slide out.

In nothing but boots and shorts, he stretched and aimed his gun at the first zombie he saw. Bang- and if there was only three at his tent now, he was sure there was more in the trees and high grass, coming out to bask in the sunlight like disgusting rotting lizards.

Votive stumbled back with the recoil of his gun, not awake enough to have braced properly before shooting his next shot into the stomach of another one. But the drawback of a powerful weapon was that it only held two shots. For the third leaping towards him, he pushed it back with the gun and shoved it to the ground so he could jump back- and unfortunately he didn’t see the fourth that he backed into- and even more unfortunate- he left the extra bullets in his tent.

“Fucking- FUCK,” Votive growled, spinning around to do the only thing that he instinctually thought to do to a zombie: punch it in the face. Which was a dumb idea for two reasons: A. they bite, don’t stick your hand near their mouth. B. It’s soft rotting skull made it cave like he was punching a carved pumpkin, and that was repulsive- albeit comedic to watch him groan even louder and react violently by using his shotgun like a bat to beat the zombie to re-death. The third zombie was steadily standing up, something he was very acutely aware, as he was bludgeoning the fourth, and three more were coming fast from the trees.

Coffee would have been a better wake up call than this.