Divine Knight

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Has your Muse already celebrated their “Golden” birthday? (Ex. They turned 27 if they were born on the 27th of their birth month.)

What was their earliest birthday memory?

Best birthday?

Worst birthday?

When did they start hearing age-related jokes? (Ex. You’re so old.)

Despite their current age, have they been mistaken as younger or older than they really are?

Is your Muse the type to make their birthday a huge blowout of an event, or are they more lowkey?

How does your Muse feel about milestone birthdays? (Ex. 15/16, 30, etc.)

Do they celebrate with anyone else? (Ex. Friends, family, etc.)

Do they do the same thing for birthdays or change it up?

Does your Muse like getting gifts or detest them?

Is there a special meal that your Muse likes to save/eat for their birthday only?

Roleplay blog for a modern take on Joseph Desaulniers

He paused as Joseph crouched. Nodding simply, the ghost glanced around one more time and said, “Of course. Better to discuss old cases in private.”

Unlike the judge’s take-off, the Snatcher’s ascent was nowhere near as audible. No dirt was displaced, nor any gust produced. It was as simple as just… rising up into the air.

Technically speaking, he could feel the wind if he wanted to- but for the most part, the wind never really had any effect on his being. Flying was more like… not exactly swimming, a bit more like floating in space- except he could control which direction he went in. It was a little bit of both, honestly. Gravity had no effect on his being, but when he flew about, his being seemed to move and flow like he was underwater.

Although he could let himself drift down to the ground whenever he wanted, so perhaps gravity still played a role…

His contemplation over the physics of his flying were set aside the moment he caught sight of the judge’s home. In an instant, a large smile stretched across the ghost’s face.

Old, dark, eerie… Ohoh, it was no haunted forest, but talk about style!

It took him a second to register the judge had called for him, due to how elated he was to see such a macabre estate.

A few seconds later, he set down behind Joseph. The ghost grinned widely and clasped his hands together, pure glee glowing in his luminous features. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice how delightfully dark your residence is,” the Snatcher complimented, gesturing to the place as he gave it another look. “The architecture is simply exquisite. Perfect for someone like me!”

The inside of the building was made of the same dark materials, but lined differently. The ceiling was vaulted, with gold-painted gothic mouldings and arched doorways to the other rooms. To the left of the entrance were an oak end table and two dark red, cushioned chairs. In the center was a dark red rug with black and gold accents. There were wall sconces just above eye level, but they were empty.

Joseph stepped in once Snatcher had entered, the door swinging shut behind him. He flipped a switch beside them, and some chandeliers above lit up. The joys of having the house renovated with electricity. “I hope you like it,” he began, with just a hint of smug confidence. “I had it built years ago. Perfect to use for an old soul like me.”

He then led Snatcher through a hallway that was lined with drapes on one side to cover all the arched windows. It too had empty wall sconces made useless by electric chandeliers.

And then to a much smaller room that was lit not by chandeliers, but by lights built into some bat-like carvings in the walls. They were well hidden, lighting the room just barely enough for mortals to see. It gave a hazy feel that Joseph quite liked.

This room, unlike the previous one, had a large desk on one side and a few filing cabinets. In the center was a round table perhaps a meter in diameter.

Joseph passed by it to open a desk drawer, and then paused to open another. No blank paper. Odd. He’d need to consult his staff later about where it went. He tapped his nails.

Then he walked over to a door that had been on their right when they entered. But instead of walking through it, he simply spoke into a small, easily-missed pipe beside it. “Which of you is available at the moment?”

He waited for a moment, clasping his hands behind his back, until their came an out-of-breath, “Me, sir!” from the pipe.

Without missing a beat, “Bring a stack of blank paper to north office on the first floor. And a bottle of ink if it’s convenient.” Joseph unclasped his hands, then paused. “Oh, and if you can, let some of the others know.” He placed a finger on the corner of his mouth. “I will need to ‘tend to’ one of you tonight.”

"Oh, you have some exquisite taste!" he complimented, fanged smile growing as he glanced at the judge. "You don't see a good interior that utilizes gothic elements in such a superb manner, anymore!"

The gleeful grin only grew more when they entered what appeared to be a hazy study.

Oh, he liked this man's use of bats.

"I must say, I'm quite impressed!" he said with a low whistle. "The haziness and bats make me feel almost at home!"

Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed Joseph opening drawers. The ghost's grin shifted back to a normal size as he watched the man head over to some odd pipe on the wall and speak through it- and then stared with a nonexistent brow raised as a voice answered back.

What a curious little device...

And then something Joseph said caught his attention. "Tend to" one of the staff?

Ah, he liked this guy. He doesn't take any nonsense from his staff, just like how the ghost didn't take any nonsense from his contractors!