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    Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Nov 17, 2013 8:37 pm

    Time: 10:00 AM
    Date: September 6th, 0004

    It had been hours since KARR left the city, patiently waiting out the waves of city traffic in effort to travel back to the highways. The bustle of cramped people and vehicles alike fading into the nearly hypnotic silence that was the open road. Shadowed greenery whipped by the Trans-Am's sleek form in dream-like silhouettes as he eagerly stretched his turbines to their fullest capability, the crimson glow that was the speedometer racing past the two-hundred mile and hour mark within seconds. The late night traffic stood still in the flash of amber and white light blazing across the ground, almost as if the AI wished to race the stars as they moved across the heavens. All the while the harmonic sounds of his radio set a beat to follow along, nearly synchronized with his rapid movements.

    For a long while KARR relished the dull thunder of asphalt beneath his tries, wind whipping over his frame and whistling in contest with his own screaming engines. So much so that the AI hardly paid attention to the concept of time until he noticed the shifting of colors in the sky from their dark purples to vibrant reds and pinks in herald of the rising sun. Reluctantly the AI willed himself to slow to a more reasonable speed, the amount of fuel in his tanks taking precedence  over his personal celebration. With the rising of the sun it was revealed that the sparse trees and long grasses had been replaced with rolling hills. Miles upon miles of green stretched in every direction, broken only by the sharp line of the blue horizon.

    KARR's optics roved about before settling on an off ramp, a scan ahead revealing it seemed to be rather vacant compared to the highway that was starting to congest with busy midday traffic. Eagerly the vehicle swooped across three lanes to meet it, horns blaring behind him angrily from the vehicles that had been recklessly cut off. The ramp dipped down and curved into the slender two lane road which bobbed and curled along with the landscape instead of forcing it to its direction like the massive highway. Empty, rolling, the only break in it the vehicle noted was the tell-tale grid of a farmer's crops. Undoubtedly complete with a barn somewhere and perhaps a small ranch to go with it. A possibility that was briefly mulled over before the AI realized a crucial detail himself.

    For two days the car had been driving since he had arrived on the Breach, and he had still not found a shelter or a place to recharge or even someplace that could be considered secure to hide in during the more intense circumstances. KARR lowered the radio to a low whisper, addressing the ghoul still situated within his cockpit. "I have been thinking, while being on the move is quite advantageous in preventing possible attempts at tracking us down as we continue our work,  we must set up a solid base for us to return to. Someplace where I can recharge in peace and where we can both develop our next steps towards ridding this place of life." Maybe they could even store some necessary components, weaponry, fuel. "I was thinking it should be secure, secluded, allowing us privacy from curious eyes."


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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Sun Nov 17, 2013 9:35 pm

    Hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic... Days on the unending road... Neither held much meaning to children of the grave. The moon will chase the sun as the sun chases the moon. So has it been for countless eons long before he, a concept not born but made.

    Contrary to his previous behaviour back in that awful life-infested city, the Dark Judge had been eerily... quiet. As one might expect of a walking corpse, a creature of ill-repute, Judge Fear had spoken very little these past few days. He had not motion, he had not breath, and he had not a single desire; the dead could make for stiff passengers. Let it be clarified that the ghoul's sudden hush was not a childish attempt at any spiteful retribution to be inflicted on K.A.R.R.'s behalf; the Dark Judge hadn't pestered his temporary ally ever since finalizing those repairs. It was, rather, that the undead super-fiend required this time, this time without the interruption of life, to think.

    Something had happened within Portal City's toxic limits - something even the likes of Judge Fear, for all his otherworldly experience, could not outright fathom. Had it been that he was not simply accustomed to dealing with the living on an equal footing? Had it been that he had immensely underestimated his given situation? Or could it be, perhaps, that the Dark Judge had grown too inseparable from his brothers? That he no longer felt comfortable operating as a standalone unit? It was true, the fiend supposed. While, although he and his brothers had oftentimes went about their own paths and delegated their work as they saw fit, none had ever truly been alone. Barring that instance of being sealed in Limbo or the numerous encounters with Boing!, Judge Fear had always felt a psychic connection with his brothers' presence and it had been strong. Here, however...

    Here it was nonexistent - void. This world was just a Limbo replica despite all of its colourful, exotic trappings. He had inadvertently exchanged one prison for another...

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"I was thinking it should be secure, secluded, allowing us privacy from curious eyes."
    For the first time in hours the Dark Judge stirred, Judge Fear at last deeming it necessary. "Then let it be so," he hissed. Even if this vehicle was the furthest thing from his brothers, an ally was an ally and he could not rightfully be picky - there was no luxury to be had. Instead, Judge Fear had to simply make do with the best he had and the ghoul continued with a raspy, "The countryside shall provide for what we require. Here the population is thin and stretched; encountering any opposition will be slim."

    Perhaps the rustic charm of wide, open land will be the solace he so desperately needed.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Nov 18, 2013 7:47 am

    Silent passengers made for pleasant passengers, no back sass or constant complaints over how fast he was driving. No backseat drivers who thought themselves more knowledgeable than the fathomless depths of the AI's own digital memory. There were no drunkards, no weak spined boat shop workers... Much like the Dark Judge, KARR was able to be left to his own thoughts as well in the absence of Judge Fear's resonating voice. At least for a few miles into the grassy hills.

    KARR's own voice was not the only thing to break their silence, as his passenger agreed on his sentiments after a few moments. The car's scanners took in the surrounding countryside as he crested the top of one rolling hill among many, slowing to stop to look the landscape over. "Indeed, the country is quite expansive, all the farms out here look quite similar as well to the untrained eye. If we were to be hunted it be hours before they found us from the distance alone if they could begin to find which one we were in." KARR stated, zooming in on a few barns on his CRTs. "One of these more rural buildings would be suitable for our privacy requirements, and it appears that they have functioning electrical connections as well. Basic television may be accessible in some houses, but we must get closer to know for sure." There were other details such as the inhabitants of the farms that would need to be addressed, but later. It did not take the AI much processing power to figure that his passenger would be eager to give the tenants a sudden eviction should they find a place relevant to their interests.

    The AI rolled forward and down the hill, taking some lazy indulgence in letting gravity pull the car down along with the idle power of his turbines. Once the car was finished gliding down the expansive hillside, he pulled back up into a more comfortable cruising speed, grass and trees whipping by as the road carried them over bump and curve in the landscape. Miles clicked steadily by as he continued, scanning over a few abandoned barns before deeming them too unstable for their needs. "Do you have any preferences that should be noted for our search?" KARR asked after a few minutes of passing nothing but rows of grassy fields. How interesting that they were sectioned out with fences and yet nothing was planted in them.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:45 am

    Indeed, the vehicle's observant words were correct. To a mortal who knew nothing of this verdant land, it would seem folly to search the plethora of identical fields for only two individuals. Without any resourceful technology or competent farmhands, the task could ultimately be considered as futile as finding a needle in a haystack. This was a favourable condition, yet...

    The Dark Judge removed his gaze off the blurry hills and replied, "I only require that we find an adequate supply of bodies and prepare a surplus of replacement parts, should the need ever arise." He will be needing a body-length slab, various assortments of beakers and flasks, and an auxiliary uniform or two. If the latter could not be arranged, then Judge Fear would need the necessary materials to fashion himself an emergency set. After hearing what happened with Death when he D-jumped to Gotham, Judge Fear would not have felt as... compliant if presented with random pieces of junk masquerading as his usual garb of office. Replacing his signature helm with a badly-dented milk pail would prove just far, far too much for his conscience to take. "We will need a surreptitious location that will not attract the wandering eye," the ghoul continued with a low hiss. "Something with adequate spacing for yourself and something that will not arouse suspicion from both afar and near."

    Given where they were currently were, such a place would either be a barn or cattle shed. The Dark Judge weighed both options and couldn't see himself being productive with incessant mooing drowning his thoughts. "No animals," he was quick to say, adamant. "If we choose to lie low in the countryside and work undisturbed, then we cannot have any filthy creatures getting in our way. Should we have no choice on the matter and our hands are forced, the beasts will have to remain at a tolerable distance." Judge Fear was not, logically, about to substitute his Judge's suit for a pair of stained overalls and muck-covered gloves.

    As for any other complications in their plan, such as unavoidable interactions with disagreeable landowners and their burly grunts? Judge Fear glanced at his sharpened fingernails and idly curled his fingers for several repetitions. "I am confident that the sinners will happily rejoice at our well-intentioned... acquisition."

    A little reaping was good for the land, after all.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:35 am

    The Dark Judge did indeed have a few requirements of his own, each the AI taking to memory and recording for future reference. Bodies and spare replacement parts, undoubtedly for the ghoul's wardrobe given its current state. It would only be logical that he required spare wardrobe parts for if his current set were damaged. As for the bodies, the AI figured that he would learn of that purpose in time. Adequate spacing for the both of them and of course would not attract a wandering eye for any distance. Animals were right out, a requirement that he was more than happy to oblige, beasts meddled and ate necessary parts, not to mention being notoriously filthy.

    "Affirmative, we should be able to find such suitable grounds easily enough. Most farms are owned by families, passed down through generations. numbers will not be hard to come by for acquiring your body surplus." KARR agreed, passing by a few horse farms. Why anyone would wish to breed such temperamental and skittish creatures, the AI would never understand. Turning of the main road, his path turned to a single lane road, long grasses and trees perched at the higher edges of deep overgrown ditches. It seemed far more secluded than the previous road, with fewer hills straighter roads.

    KARR's scanner did a sweep of the area as he passed through, a few farms dedicated to cattle and sheep, while others were more interested in a wider range of livestock. However, while the livestock could be dealt with and killed off, they lacked the space and seclusion required. Ahead of him seemed a little more promising, however. Long grasses flanked the driveway of a rustic looking farm house, an old faded barn sitting farther back. The fields were planted with root vegetables and fruits. "How does this one seem to you?" He asked, slowing and pulling off the road. the taller grasses made a futile attempt at hiding his sleek form, but it was enough to keep him from looking suspicious while he scanned further.

    After a few moments, a readout of his scans appeared on the CRT:

    On one screen a full turnabout of the house could be seen, X-ray revealing the interior rooms along with the people within it. It panned out to show the land to the extent of the AI's scanning ability, a crude but distinct render of a worker on one of the tractors tending the field.

    The secondary CRT showed a readout of what other details the AI managed to glean with his scans.

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    *Produce Farm

    * Two Bedroom Ranch

    * Approx. 10 Acres

    *Current Occupants: 3 Adults, 4 Children, 2 Elderly

    *Electrical Wiring

    *Phone Wiring

    *Satellite TV

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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:30 am

    Judge Fear was, for the most part, satisfied. So long as there were fresh bodies around and an air of secrecy, the Dark Judge felt more reassured that this step in their plan would come off without a hitch. There wasn't a Judge Dredd or Psi-Judge Anderson to stop them this time, either. Noticing the miscellaneous farm animals K.A.R.R. zoomed by, an idea struck the fiend. "When we find a place, I request that we have a handful of sheep," he said. Should the vehicle ask a burning question, as it very well may, Judge Fear went on to elaborate, "For when my dear brother, Mortis, arrives. He would appreciate the gesture." More about that later, however.

    Soon K.A.R.R. found a lovely home tucked away, partially concealed by tall grass, and it had a... mellow feel about it. Unfortunately this plot of land was just riddled with life, but it so far met all of their requirements at a first glance. The ghoul rolled his window down for a better look. "It seems average enough," he remarked, helm swiveling left and right. Being average will suit their purposes nicely and the Dark Judge directed his gaze onto one of K.A.R.R.'s monitors. Ah, splendid! An X-Ray diagram of what the nearby home consisted of on the inside... Judge Fear found this extremely useful and he committed the floor plans to memory. No doubt he will be making good use of this data shortly. He was pleased to know about the local farmhand, as well. The man will have to be... neutralized. Now turning his attention onto the second monitor, the Dark Judge's mind was already beginning to formulate a plan of action.

    "The children and elderly mortals will be of little to no difficulty," he hissed, already considering them to be weak threats. The adults will prove to be troublesome, of this he was certain. "If your jamming capabilities are every bit as potent as you claim, shutdown this farm's electronics and prevent the sinners within from accessing any external help." No phones, no satellite, no anything. "Let us attempt to lure an adult away, as well. Is there a power box on these premises?" Should there be one, Judge Fear wanted K.A.R.R. to simulate a harmless power outage. If not, however, then that was of little consequence.

    Glancing back at the farmhand's digital silhouette, Judge Fear knew exactly how to dispose of him. "How decent are your acting skills?"
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:58 am

    Sheep? The AI was slightly surprised by the strange request, what could the ghoul want with sheep? However, a few seconds of waiting later revealed the answer to Judge Fear's cryptic riddle. Apparently Mortis had a liking for sheep, or required them for some sort of purpose. "Very well, I shall add sheep to the list of requirements." He replied evenly, though the house he had stopped at did not seem to have much in the ways of livestock. In fact there were none at all that he could detect.

    As for his passenger's remark about the normality of the farmhouse they had found, the AI could do nothing but agree. There were no outstanding details about it, not even a lawn gnome on the front lawn. From the way that Judge fear leaned out the window and looked around at the place, it seemed this house may indeed be a keeper. At least, if they could pull off their claiming of the farm. "There is one thing to your plan that I am incapable of at this moment. While our trip to the Chop Shop served useful in mending much of my ailments, my jamming skills are still inoperable." Again another crippling blow thanks to the anomaly. When it would be available to him he did not know, though hopefully it would be sooner rather than later. "However, I am capable of tapping into their phone lines and intercepting their calls. If they try to call for help, I can take the call instead and keep them distracted." Which brought yet another cinch. The AI took notice as Judge Fear looked back to the CRT, more than likely thinking about that farmhand.

    "It depends." He replied, looking over the farm. "What will you be requiring of me?" The vehicle was quite useful in his own right, but there could only be so much he could do at once.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:19 am

    Good, good. The automobile didn't ask any further questions and that detail was squared away. There seemed to be a small snag in the Dark Judge's scheme, however. "Intercepting their calls for help will suffice in the meantime," Judge Fear answered. A setback but not one that was overly-crippling. So long as K.A.R.R. still had its primary functions about it, that was all the undead fiend required. Now, about the vehicle's acting...

    "We will need to lure the adults away, as I've previously mentioned. Given our weakened states and our current inability to know just how capable these mortals are, it is an uneven fight." After all, if a little girl could beat up the Dark Judge with nothing more than her broom... Suddenly those children and elderly sinners didn't seem so harmless, leaving Judge Fear to retrace his line of thought. "We need to divide and conquer," the ghoul decided, not wanting to take his chances so early in the game. It would appear that the Dark Judge had learned his lesson in the city, whatever that was, and knew better than to overestimate his current power. "First we must deal with the farmhand and then the remaining two adults. What is the probable likelihood that we can lure the mortals out from the safety of their home and deal with them accordingly?"

    The reason he had asked was thus, "If you can pretend to be a car with a blown radiator and I can act like its distraught driver, we may have some luck." It was very much like fishing, really. Except the fish they were after weren't trout and were more like barracuda with potential shotguns.

    Shotguns that could blow through helmets. Judge Fear dreaded to think about it.

    "If you have a better idea, however, then I am not opposed to it. Whatever course of action we choose, these sinners must be liquidated all the same." And they must be in a far better manner than those back at the desert. The smoother, the better. It would be hard to corral the children if anything went awry...
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Nov 18, 2013 12:08 pm

    The only reason there were no further questions from the AI, was that this detail was better left unquestioned. Sheep related activities that KARR had thought up were probably more acceptable than what the Dark Judge had in mind, if any. Thankfully it seemed that the AI's jamming abilities were not a crucial part of the plan, as telephone interception was accepted just as readily.

    Luring the adults away should not be too much of an issue if everything went in their favor, as for the likelihood that they would succeed at their task? KARR paused for a few seconds, before giving his methodical reply. "If you manage to act as well as you can wear your uniform, I figure the likelihood will be %41 in our favor. It would be more if not for your appearance and... Accent." Upon hearing that he would have to act as a vehicle with a blown radiator however, the AI was taken aback. That was his role for acting? "And here I thought you would need me to impersonate someone." KARR droned. "I can more than likely keep up the act, all I require is some water to drip on my engine bay. I'll keep the laser ready should anything go awry."

    A shotgun could put a hole through a person and the Judge's helm alike, but a single shot from the AI's own weaponry could take down the wielder before they had a chance to fire.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 12:36 pm

    No, not like that, K.A.R.R.... Get your AI out of the gutter!

    "Hrrrngh..." It was the hissing, wasn't it? The vehicle wasn't fooling anyone by saying 'accent' but there wasn't time to bicker. Judge Fear unbuckled himself and stepped out from K.A.R.R., the fiend tidying his uniform before shutting the door with a soft click. "I doubt mortals are used to a talking automobile," he evenly replied. They were probably as much used to a talking car as they were a walking corpse. It was best Judge Fear dealt with the sinners up close and personal than it was to send K.A.R.R. directly into the foray. The Dark Judge leaned forward to peer into the cockpit and commanded, "Stay here. I shall lure the farmhand to your location and we shall dispense with him immediately." Order given, the fiend turned to walk away and partially disappeared within the tall grass. He was easily several feet taller than his environs, making it less of a chore for K.A.R.R. to keep a direct bead on the ghoul's whereabouts.

    Disregarding the Dark Judge's unnatural height, K.A.R.R. was entirely right; there was a chance the farmhand may be spooked with Judge Fear's appearance or, worse, immediately become hostile. Such behaviour remained to be seen but it wasn't outlandish to think that a mortal would react negatively. Gauntly limbs, sinister helm, nauseating smell, thigh gaps the size of a bridge... For good measure Judge Fear took a moment to dust himself a second time, the ghoul even going so far as to clear his host's throat.

    No cockroaches? Maggots? Flies? Splendid!

    He resumed course and waded through the field with marginal difficulty, idly conscientious of his leathery feet. Steady, steady... The farmhand and his tractor was fast approaching! "Greetings," waved the Dark Judge once he was within earshot of the working man. The fiend tried his extra hardest to curb that dominate hiss of his, and he kept his toes hidden behind ripening crops. "Apologies for intruding on this land and interrupting your work, but I seem to be in a bit of a... wreck, you could say." Hope you were listening in, K.A.R.R. Judge Fear let the pleasant thought slide and he smoothly added, "You look like a man who knows his way around machines. Would it trouble you, stranger, to assist me? I have my vehicle parked on the road nearby and I cannot for the love of me get it started." To better emphasize his point, the Dark Judge held up his arms and let the farmhand get a decent look.

    "Mother always said I was a lean boy," he whimsically stated.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:25 pm

    Putt putt putt putt...

    Sure enough the Dark Judge would find that there was indeed a farmhand riding about the field, lightly jostled by the tractor he was perched on. A white cotton shirt and thick denim jeans wrapped loosely around his muscled limbs, toned from years of labor in the fields and around the equipment. In fact, it seemed that much of this man was powerful enough to pull the tractor himself. His sharp, tan face reflected a manner of distance as he continued to drive the red tractor, pulling along some sort of tilling machine behind it. In fact, the man was even oblivious to the caped man that was fast approaching, until he got a whiff of something foul.

    What could it be? That was no fertilizer, he done did reckon.

    Stopping the machine, the man turned to face Judge fear, leaning a burly arm on the small machine's steering wheel as looked him over, his jaw idly chewing in contemplation. "Afternoon." He drawled in return, squinting as he looked the man up and down. "Ye seem to be a bit uptight about somethin' there slim jim, maybe you should get some looser pants." He suggested, reaching a hand up to slowly scratch his dark hair with thick digits. Ah, so that was the issue, a wrecked car. Wasn't that something you call a mechanic for? Either way, the man did not seem to mind the minute distraction from his duties, sitting up to his full height after being hunched over the steering wheel of the tractor, looking about the field like a large bear.

    "Well, I guess I could help ye out. Lemme jus' get mah boy over here to take over." He replied, giving a another chew before spitting a wad of tobacco onto the ground. The farmhand leaned over and dismounted the tractor, much like a child far too large for his tricycle. At full height, he was about the same stature as the spindly person before him, thick in his limbs and even thicker in gut.

    "YO JOHNNAY!" he bellowed to the barn. "JOHNNAY, YOUR TURN FOR DRIVIN' PRACTICE! GIT ON BEFORE THE ENGINE GETS COLD!"

    "HOKAY BEN!" Came a muffled holler, the barn door slamming and a child soon running towards the two.

    "Heh, they grow up fast. Kid's eight and he's already driving." He chuckled wistfully, turning back to the ghoul and clapping a thick hand on his shoulder. "I can see why, personally my momma always said I was her lil' superman. C'mon, let's see what I can do fer ye vehicle."

    A step forward, his hand still on Judge Fear's shoulder, and he nearly plowed the slender man forward. Off to the car whether he wanted to or not.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:53 pm

    That was the farmhand? Urgh... Judge Fear studied the mortal carefully, his dutiful gaze discerning every bit of detail it could. This may either go very badly or, hopefully, very well. "It's this costume," the Dark Judge replied, still struggling with his characteristic hissing. He brought a hand to his hidden chin and slipped a bony finger beneath his suit's collar, pretending to tug on the material. See how tight it was, sinner? You could barely make out the fiend's scrawny neck. "I'm on my way to a party, you see. The theme is dark justice." If he got pants that were any looser, the Dark Judge might as well not bother with a pair as they would be easily down to his ankles.

    Despite the glaring oddities that made up the Dark Judge's image, this farmhand seemed to buy Judge Fear's story. Good, because this isolated the sinner away from prying eyes. Bad, because... well, this sinner was also built like a tank. He was huge - gargantuan! It was like interacting with Mean Machine Angel and without being on an even playing field. A terrible thought, a terrible thought.

    Judge Fear noted how the tractor groaned and teetered whenever the man's weight shifted, the Dark Judge for once grateful that K.A.R.R. was lying in wait. "Oh, how kind of you, sir," the fiend continued to play along. Speaking with mortals as if they were equals was starting to make this body's stomach churn. "I'm sure with you to aid me the repairs won't take long at all. Why, I reckon the entire process will be over within minutes. It will be a relatively painless exercise." Who was Johnnay...? Ah, apparently a child - a young boy. Such a pity it was not another adult, for then the Dark Judge could have eliminated two sinners with one strike. The fiend remained as lifeless as a scarecrow until the young thing came running to a halt, Judge Fear glancing down at the lively tyke. "How nice to meet you, Johnnay," he acknowledged with heightened interest, those mysterious lights in the ghoul's helm burning bright. He'll be seeing you fairly soon, oh yes.

    SLAP!

    "Hnngh...!" As strong as the Dark Judge was via otherworldly means, this host's body was an entirely different matter. Judge Fear felt this body shudder and the fiend buckled in one lopsided direction at the farmhand's hearty display of jollity. Superman, was it? "Your mother was right, bless her soul..." he grumbled. It was any wonder the fiend's helm didn't suddenly come loose and let this sick cat out of its bag. Here's hoping the farmhand didn't mind feeling a bit of bone every now and then.

    He took a shaky step forward and led the farmhand away, body still leaning due to the added weight. "It's this way," explained Judge Fear, pointing a yellowed nail straight ahead. "Past the tall grass and on the dirt road... You surely cannot miss it."

    K.A.R.R., you better have that wretched laser ready...
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:17 pm

    Thus it was time to play the waiting game, his surveillance mode switching on to ensure that no one came by. It would be a terrible fate to know that there could be even more people living in the house instead of those few he scanned. So far the road was clear, not a soul traveling on it for either end save for the occasional leaf or stray animal. Lifeless enough in fact that the AI decided to monitor what the ghoul was doing over in the fields.

    What met the car's optics was nothing short of impressive and terrifying all at once. A man built like a brick wall that looked like he punched through brick walls on his days off for fun. Alas, KARR knew his long range scanners could only show so much, but such details that had been missed seemed like even his advanced technology got the shorter straw in the draw. Quickly the AI readied the laser, watching warily as the farmhand turned and nearly crumpled the Dark Judge with one hand alone before pushing him down to the road.

    Lil' Superman indeed, a behemoth was more like it. However, KARR stayed on the side of the road, laying in wait for the ghoul and his prize. His systems locked on the man's head, a blast to his skull should not take much energy given the penetrating strength of the particular model. Just as Bonnie had stated herself, made for double the penetration. He waited until the man drew more into the weeds before firing a single blast.

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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:40 pm

    "That's a mighty fine costume ye got there." Ben drawled pleasantly, looking over the scrawny man's clothing. "Dang I can't say I can tell the make up from the actual skin. That's some pretty fine work you did there." As for the theme of the party, the farmhand did not exactly catch on that well to it. He gave a quick shrug, his loose shirt tightening under the bulge of thick shoulder muscle. Say, that guy seemed awful happy about the repairs...

    "Ah, don't mention it. We get this sort of thing out here all the time." He reassured, continuing to press the estranged man forward. It was amazing how light this guy was, in fact it felt like there was no meat to him at all! "I don't suppose you get much in the way of eatin' do ye?" He remarked, squeezing Judge Fear's shoulder and giving it a small shake. He felt remarkably like a walking skeleton, didn't this kid ever get a good meal with his family? Maybe he should treat him to lunch after the car was fixed. The wife was making her specialty this afternoon; eggs, roast beef sandwiches, chicken and steamed vegetables, all alongside a tall drink of milk, freshly squeezed. It was enough to make a man's heart soar, he reckoned.

    At least, he would have reckoned if not for what met his skull upon rounding the clump of tall grass by the road.

    SPLURCH!

    While his mind was hardly as big as his biceps, it spread all the same. Some over there, some over here, and some all the way across the deserted road.
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    Re: Such Country, Very Banjo

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 18, 2013 3:07 pm

    Can't say the Dark Judge was overly fond of a sinner giving him the once-over... "Yes, you could say that I've had decades to perfect my craft," Judge Fear replied, keeping his tone neutral. So much life... So much life! It was too close, far too close! The fiend tried to subtly pry Big Ben's hand off but the latter's meaty fingers were incredibly thick. "No, but I can tell that you eat very well." What did they feed this man, a tank full of steroid-pumped steaks a day? It was futile to separate himself from this amiable giant, forcing Judge Fear to remain close - much closer than he ever wanted - and begrudgingly continue ahead. Well, it's not like this undesirable interaction could possibly get any -

    SPLURCH!

    ...hold that lovely thought.

    The Dark Judge found himself jumping - him, an undead super-fiend! - when a sudden light flashed across his vision. He didn't even have a chance to comment as there was something else that demanded his immediate attention. Feeling something warm and aqueous run down the side of his helm, Judge Fear lifted up a hand and noticed something red stain his sickly fingertips. "..." And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when the Dark Judge realized that the entire upper half his body was painted - painted - with the farmhand's moist, fresh blood. That flash of light had been the byproduct of a laser, one having been fired straight from K.A.R.R., and the ghoul directed his gaze at the vehicle as if in a slow, lethargic narcosis. "So," he began, spitting out mouthfuls of Ben's fluids through his helm's grating. Sometimes it was a bane to have this helmet as an acting head. "I see the technicians did a superb job bringing your laser attachment back online. Good shot." Oh, hang on... He felt a bit of brain in there.

    It was, interestingly, hard to tell if Judge Fear was being sincere or if he was being sarcastic. Seeing as he was practically covered in a lovely new shade of crimson, it could very well be both. The Dark Judge gently nudged Ben's headless body and watched it teeter, a great plume of dirt and dust kicking up into the air upon its impact with the earth. "Right. We can still work with this," the ghoul commented.

    Reaching for a mantrap situated upon his hip, Judge Fear set it down and grunted as he got to work positioning the farmhand's body. After some careful tweaking on his part and studying the crime scene just right, the Dark Judge managed to make it appear as if Ben had somehow tripped and fallen into a perfectly good mantrap.

    One that, you know, just so happened to be lying on the road.

    Right next to a man who wore them.

    "I think this will go over quite well," said Judge Fear, feeling his spirits lighten up. There was nothing a good massacre couldn't fix! Both hands upon his bony hips and seemingly not too bothered that there was blood running down the length of his uniform, the Dark Judge turned to K.A.R.R. and asked, "How are you about firing that laser a second time?" Hey, might as well.

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