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@snnilingcatt
The Judge from OFF
talking cat of Zone 0
big head, even bigger words
friend and guide to many. Many people are in need of my services, you know. Everybody loves cats.
from just before boss fight of Zone 2
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⛺️ a place that's important to them
There are a couple places that would be important to the Judge. Most important would be his Zone 0, where he resides and is the Guardian of. Another would be the spot on the counter in Zacharie’s shop in Zone 2 where he, and only he, sleeps.
🍁 + who is a good kitty
“Why, of course, I am the “good kitty.” There could be no other feline acquaintance who is as commendable as myself.”
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💭 – What does your muse daydream about most often?
@computerqueen “Hmmm..” The Judge pondered the question. “Perhaps the phantasm that most preoccupies my time is of the day my brother and I can return to Zone 0 and find reprieve from the sorrows that plague us.”
@computerqueen // starter
The Judge trotted quickly through the mall, weaving between the legs of shoppers as he perused the establishment. Each time he came here, he made it a point to explore a little bit further before he was apprehended by the security and removed from the premises. No persuasion seemed to sway them in allowing a cat, even a talking one at that, inside. However, the Judge went where he pleased and he wasn’t going to allow a few occasions to dissuade him from further exploration.
The mall had a hint of familiarity to it, as it was not unlike the shopping center that his good friend Zacharie had run back in the Zones. Though, this one was far less maze-like and lacked the presence of specters. But what it lacked in enemies it made up for shoppers and security alike.
He made his way through, pausing to look at the occasional store front or boutique but never entering. Perhaps he would at some point, to satiate his curiosity as to the owner and wares within, but for now he was content with just looking as he traveled further through the mall.
Though, his exploration would not last forever, as soon security was aware that he was there. However, he was not ready to leave just yet. Before they could even get too close, he took off, leading them on quite the chase.
The chase was over quickly as the Judge dared to dart into a store, skittering across the titled floor as he ran into someone he intended to hide behind. He collected himself quickly and ducked behind the pair of legs he had just collided with. “My sincerest apologies, madam.” He said, sparing a glance past her to see the guard pass by with himself unnoticed. “I was not regarding my surroundings with my impetuous decision.”
@purizone // starter
Out of the many places of Spirale, the Judge found the Boardwalk to be most agreeable. There were numerous railings or benches he could lounge upon, and the bustle and noise of the amusement park reminded him of Zone 2.
Of course, it wasn’t without its longing. The familiarity made him miss home and his brother, though there was little he could do on that matter. So for now, he pushed the feelings aside.
It was here at the Boardwalk, as he padded along to his favorite section of railing that the cat caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. He would recognize the shape of the man anywhere. It was the Batter.
Surprise overtook him and he was near dumbstruck to see him, of all places. But he quickly shook it off. Of course, whatever force had pulled he, himself, here, it certainly could have taken the Batter with him. He was more surprised it took this long for them to cross paths!
With delight, he leapt up onto the railing and quickly made his way after the Batter. With tail upright, he hopped down at the man’s feet, snaking himself between his legs as he rubbed against him.
“It appears that my vision does not delude me after all. If it isn’t my dearest marionette.”
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--- ((gonna get those starters out tonight. Hit a bit of a road block as in i got prescribed eyedrops that dilate my eyes so makes my vision a lot worse than it was so i can't read anything on my computer LOL))
THE MUSES SPEAK: EMOTIONS + EXPERIENCES
Send a symbol for my muse to talk about...
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🎨 – What’s your muse’s favorite color?
🍰 – What dessert does your muse love the most?
🌧 – What kind of weather makes your muse feel calm or nostalgic?
📖 – What book would your muse read over and over again?
🕰 – Does your muse prefer mornings or nights?
🌙 – What helps your muse fall asleep?
🐾 – If your muse had a pet, what would it be?
💐 – What kind of flowers would your muse keep in their room?
🗺 – Where does your muse want to travel someday?
📻 – What kind of music does your muse secretly enjoy?
💭 – What does your muse daydream about most often?
🥀 – What’s a small thing that always makes your muse sad?
✉️ – What kind of text or letter would make your muse smile instantly?
🍂 – What season suits your muse best, and why?
🧸 – What’s something from their childhood your muse still keeps?
We can make him faster...stronger...
finally doing a starter call here to get back into the swing of things.
doing a limit of 4.
Kris grimaced at the idea of another person being puppeted by someone else, some other entity who guided them. They didn't think that it really counted as human regardless of what the cat seemed to think. But they didn't vocalize that, just set their mouth in a tense, uncomfortable line that didn't last long, going back to petting the cat.
Did this cat even have a name? He must since he was capable of talking.
Going off of the cat monsters they knew, he was probably named some sort of cat pun or play on the word. Like Purrcival or something. He looked like a Purrcival.
Well, it wasn't like Kris had introduced themself either.
Ghosts though. They really can't imagine them being a problem at all. The ones they knew were pretty nice - but everyone in Hometown was nice. Mostly. And they hadn't seen any ghosts in Spirale at all since arriving, and they'd seen all sorts of people. Honestly, they'd probably feel more comfortable if they had seen more ghosts. The plethora of humans was still something that was uncomfortable to be around.
"Ghosts? A problem? No, not really." Kris answered after a moment of thought. "The ones back home are cool at least. And I haven't seen any ghosts here either. Just a lot of humans and human-shaped people." They tilted their head. "Are they a big problem back where you're from, uh... I don't think I caught your name actually."
The Judge leaned into the pets, thought paused as it listened to Kris’s explanation of ghosts where they were from. He hummed in thought for a moment, rubbing against Kris’s hand then legs. Specters not being a problem was quite the thought. Though he was sure there was a time where they weren’t. Things were not *always* so dire.
“Oh, how improper of me to not introduce myself.” He said, upon realization. He walked a few steps away from Kris before turning to face them again.. “I am the Judge, and I am aching to know your name, my dear hominid acquaintance.”
He sat, eagerly awaiting to hear their response, though as he looked them over fully he saw something that intrigued him. Human as this person was, they were also being controlled. Much like the Batter and his beloved Puppeteer, or soul, Kris seemed to be puppeted all the same. With a slight head tilt, and a curious expression, the Judge continued. "Does the Soul governing your path have a name as well?"
Whoa, good thing they didn't just pet him like the Soul wanted them to. (They still did pet the cat after the initial rub against their fingers though; the Soul was persistent.) It seemed like this was just a monster, kind of like Temmie but, the total opposite. The cat using a lot of big words was the most glaring difference.
The giant mouth was another.
Kris watched the cat circle their legs, rumbling and talking and... apparently he had decided that Kris was something other than human. Why would he think they were a ghost though? Ghosts didn't look anything like Kris. They were pretty cartoonish, with sheets tossed over them and they typically didn't have hands to offer for cats to sniff.
"I'm human." The words were coming out of their mouth before they could fully formulate a response of their own. They huffed out a laugh, though it was rather flat and deadpan sounding. "Got human parts and everything." The prophecy joke probably sailed right over the cat's head.
That was fine.
It wasn't that funny anyway.
They went back to petting the cat, scratching under his chin. "Do ghosts in your world have hands? Where I'm from, they're basically just floating sheets that manipulate things psychically."
“Human…” The Judge mused, coming to a stop before Kris. He sat down and watched him curiously, giving Kris a look like he was more seeing through them.
“I have been acquainted with one of your kind before. Though through the attachment of the marionette they were guiding. Quite a skillful puppeteer, they were.” He said.
His tail swished idly as he regarded Kris’s comment. “Of course.” He answered, as if it were absurd that they wouldn’t. “A numerous amount have hands, and those found lacking have horns or fangs to assail with in their stead.”
The idea of a specter going about in a sheet was laughable, more out of the sheer absurdity of seeing such a thing. He had trouble picturing it in his head.
"An ectoplasmic being clad in linens does not sound the least bit threatening. Are they not the same quarrelsome nuisance here?"
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Hello! This is Horror, the mun of the Judge. I am 32 years old, use they/them pronouns. You can find me at @h0rr0rshow here on tumblr.
I love horror movies and video games. I also love to write and draw.
I might not use icons because, well, the Judge has one face in the game basically and unless I draw them myself i won't have any (though that's a thought!)
@snnilingcatt // starter
Whoa, that cat has a big ass head.
Kris's first thought probably would have gotten them beaten with cat toys if they said it out loud around Catti and her family. And their mom definitely would have scolded them for it.
But what the hell else were they supposed to say when a cat they'd never seen before was sunbathing out front of a house down the street? They were pretty sure people couldn't get pets - they hadn't seen a single person with one... so... was the cat... a new resident? Maybe that wasn't such a stretch.
Jockington was basically just a snake.
Well.
Guess they're petting the cat.
Pushed forward by invisible strings and the Soul's sudden urge to pet the cat, Kris approached the feline and crouched down, offering their hand wordlessly. It was just rude to go up and pet a cat without announcing your presence first after all.
The Judge was enjoying his moment of relaxation. He’d been long exploring this new ‘Zone’ he found himself in and through his work, he decided he needed a little nap. This spot was close to his ‘home’ in this place and a comfortable one at that. The sun hit this particular patch of concrete just right.
However, his perfect time for lounging was soon disturbed by the approach of footsteps. His ear twitched towards the sound and an eye cracked open to regard the person who crouched before him. He had never seen them before, nor did he expect to. He doubted he would recognize any of the people here, if they were truly people and not simply make-believe.
The white cat opened both eyes and looked at Kris for a moment before standing and stretching, an impossibly large mouth opening wide in a yawn before setting into the ever present grin. He eyed Kris’s hand for a moment before deciding there was no harm, and rubbed against it.
“I was beginning to postulate that I was the only being in this location.” He rumbled happily, standing at their feet and looking up at them. “You do seem to be of flesh and blood, far more tangible than any spirit or ectoplasmic entity. Though one cannot be truly absolute on appearance alone.”
The Judge circled their legs, appraising them with a look. “I have made an erroneous assumption once before though, so would it be the case that you are a physical being and not a fanciful visage?”
