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    Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jan 04, 2014 4:12 am

    Time: 2:00 AM
    Date: January 1, 0004

    Past the hour of celebration and bringing in what would be the new year on another planet, all was silent as the hours grew long into the night. One by one lights upon the snowy, rolling hills went dark as each retired into sleep, drunken or not. As the witching hour came on high, only silver moonlight illuminated the pristine fields as it reached through darkened clouds to reflect off the snow. Though it appeared more would come soon enough with the coming formations that rolled through the heavens.

    However, one farmstead in particular refused to succumb to the gentle sigh of winter wind, though it dared not show it. no light shone through the house's windows, the inside radiating as much of a frigid chill as the frozen outside, if not more. None stirred outside in the fields and the driveway remained barren of any signs of movement. The few vehicles that sat outside in front of the house were weighed down with snow, so much so that their forms were obscured to nothing more than vague, soft shapes. All around the many acres of the Gunderson farmlands it was silent, quiet...

    Save for one place.

    Behind the house, far back where a red barn stood, a faint sound echoed from within. Nothing that would be suspicious or attention grabbing, merely a droning, electronic sound. Methodically, steadily, it maintained its ominous rhythm as its tones rose and fell within the barn's darkened recesses. Dark save for a single amber light that swept slowly from side to side, nearly contemplative. The barn's chill did not deter what thoughts lay behind the glaring light, just as it did not fail to illuminate what surrounded it in passing. Mounds of old piles of dirt, clawed, calloused feet... The telltale glimmer of metal in the dark.

    At once the silence was broken by a graveled voice. "I believe we have laid low long enough." He stated evenly to the dark. "Any possible searches should be called off, and no suspicious parties have been detected near our fields or on the road."

    In fact, not much activity had gone on since the boy's brutal disposal.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sat Jan 04, 2014 4:38 am

    A new year was upon them already? Ah, how time surely flied.

    This past month had yielded great progress; already the barn had been retrofitted into that of a makeshift laboratory - a place of righteous transformation, if one will. Several new additions had been installed to serve the Dark Judge's purposes: a large, stone slab to accommodate future bodies; beakers and flasks in various shapes and sizes; a collection of oddball memorabilia taken from the farmhouse; and meters upon meters of wires and tubes that raced across the wooden structure like a spider's web. It was far from being state-of-the-art or revolutionary in terms of technology and resources, but it shall do. It will simply have to.

    "No one will come," Judge Fear nonchalantly hissed. The ghoul's mind was required elsewhere, his decrepit hands preoccupied with a small assortment of bottles and containers. Whatever he was fiddling with carried repulsive smells that no living creature would find appetizing. "Our session was quick - thorough. Hardly a soul will notice, save for a hungry consumer or two." And so sayeth the Dark Judge.

    Soon he was finished, however, and Judge Fear turned to face K.A.R.R. to address it. "You long for action; good," he said with an icy rasp. The Dark Judge left his mediocre workstation and approached the barn's decaying doors, pulling one aside to let winter's chill rake through the darkened void. "I, too, long for the wicked to know justice. Perhaps, K.A.R.R., I may have a mission for us - an opportunity to start the new year properly." Shall he explain? Once more Judge Fear turned to face his unfeeling ally and ignored the billowing of his cape. "I require an abundance of certain mixtures - primarily acids and poisons - to create the dead fluids necessary for my corporeal state. Without these specific chemical compounds my work will be severely crippled. Can I count on you to accompany me on this January night?"

    There was work to be done - always.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jan 04, 2014 9:40 pm

    Great progress indeed, much of it gained through rather interesting means. At the very back of the barn was a space cleared away from the Trans-Am to sit and recharge, the rest of the farm equipment moved aside to accommodate him and the Dark Judge's laboratory. As for what the AI's driver was working on, he could certainly smell the components used as the fumes drifted towards his olfactory sensors.

    Acids, noxious poisons... Each varying in strength and make but equally destructive to tissues. After breaking down the corrosive soup, KARR would have begun to wonder just what purpose it would all serve, if it were not for the ghoul's earlier explanation. The AI listened to Judge Fear's nonchalant rasping as he analyzed the chemicals further, finding the ghouls' logic to be sound if not for one detail. "Indeed, no one would have noticed he died  due to our swiftness, but this world is not so simple. The data that his form became indicated that he returned to the Pool of Souls, therein he may return with knowledge that we were his killers." KARR explained, watching as the undead worked with the various bottles and flasks. The boy had gained quite a good look of both the ghoul and himself before he had died, though whether or not they knew their identities remained to be seen. The Dark Judge's badge and KARR's license plate were not exactly subtle in hiding their identities.

    However, even if the boy had truly wished to find them and sought help, their search likely disbanded weeks ago on very little to track alone. Not to mention it appeared the Mar boy did not exactly have a winning personality or intelligence to boot.

    KARR listened attentively as Judge Fear went on, the promise of further activity thick upon his hissing statements. Wind billowed and the icy chill of the outside brushed over his paneling. It seemed that he too grew restless, perhaps even favoring the dramatic as he spoke, or maybe he simply was opening the door for KARR to exit his resting place more easily. "Yes, for too long we have lingered here with the unlawful all around us. The new year should be commemorated with a proper session." He agreed, igniting his engines and slowly rolling forward to join the ghoul at the barn's doors.

    Nothing but heavy snow rolled about beyond the shape of the farm house for miles around, broken only by a few trees. Such glistening chill was overlooked by the mission at hand, merely icy dunes that could easily be plowed through under the might of KARR's engines. So the Dark Judge required more chemicals still to complete his noxious concoctions? "We are still partners in justice, are we not?" The AI reassured calmly. "I will aid you in gaining your materials." With that statement, KARR's driver's side door hissed open, inviting the Judge out of the freezing wind to better locate what was desired.

    Various indicators upon his dashboard illuminated and dimmed alongside electronic chimes and beeps, systems already locating a possible target for the both of them. Soon after both of the CRT monitors flickered to life an overhead map displaying the countryside around them and its distantly placed structures. Three of them were highlighted upon the map, all three nearest to the farmstead. "I have passed these three during a few previous reconnaissance routes, the first had traces of pesticides in their soil from water runoff. The second is a beef farm that does their own slaughtering, scans indicated that there were traces of chemicals for preserving the meat and discouraging vermin from their feed on the premises, along with some chemicals for meat tenderizing within the household. The third is unlike the others. Their fields have shown no signs of tilling for the next season, and there were strange chemical readings from the household. Nothing that would be logically used for farming purposes." KARR stated evenly, going through his databanks and pulling forth a file on the address.

    "The substances are corrosive, including an ample supply of lye, bleaches, warafin, fluorosulfuric acid, nitric acid... There are also a good amount of preservatives on the property as well. Stock animals are abundant as well, but there is no indication that they are used for meat or produce purposes when the address was looked into." KARR commented. Of all the addresses that he AI rattled off, he would not be surprised if the Dark Judge decided to investigate the third one first. It did appear to be rather promising, if not warranted of suspicion.


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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:17 am

    Ah, so it would seem that K.A.R.R. was not referring to the sinners that had once inhabited this humble abode. It was that Mar boy. The Dark Judge's reasoning had not changed, irregardless. "Should the dimwitted boy find the courage to resurrect from beyond his grave and return to that inept lifestyle he so foolishly covets, we will be ready for his meddling if he dares issue a challenge against us," came Judge Fear's unhesitating answer. If they had killed him once, they can certainly kill him again. Enough about long-eared fools, however. The unlikely duo had more pressing matters to concern their energies with; goals that K.A.R.R. equally accepted without objection.

    "It warms this old, weary law-abiding soul to hear that you have not lost that righteous desire." They were... partners in justice, yes. It was a strange, almost outlandish, happenstance but they were, indeed, partners. It was perhaps the closest Judge Fear had felt since acknowledging the loss of his brothers in the cataclysm. "Excellent," the ghoul stated. There was no use mourning the un-dead and his brothers would have wanted him to continue their work unhindered. It was like a reverse-limbo, one could say. Judge Fear slipped into K.A.R.R.'s cockpit when prompted and he immediately fastened his ethereal gaze upon the CRT monitors. So far there were three homes that the vehicle had surveyed - each were potential candidates for more resources and, given the Dark Judge's limited supply already, he could not afford any luxuries. "All of them," hissed the ghoul after hearing K.A.R.R.'s report. "We will investigate all of them and leave no stone unturned, taking what we desire." Unwitting souls included.

    The first house was purported to have a various pesticides; these will be very handy for future use.
    The second house had preservatives and poisons; both were mandatory to create dead fluids.
    And the third? Hmm, the enigmatic third...

    Lye, bleaches, warfarin, fluorosulfuric acid, nitric acid, and a good amount of preservatives...

    Judge Fear gave this option some added thought before continuing, "It is highly doubtful the third farmhouse is anything what it tries to appear." Why would a farm require such potent compounds, particularly HSO3F and HNO3? His instincts knew better and the Dark Judge would not be proven incompetent. "Engage a sweep of the houses we are about to inspect as you draw near," he ordered of K.A.R.R. "If you cannot perform the aforementioned task to the best of your capability, then proceed to gather every ounce of information you can before we make our move within. I want no surprises on this eve." Fighting that minuteman's ascended skeleton was not something Judge Fear wanted to face a second time - at least not without adequate preparation.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:07 pm

    Judge Fear's words gave further reassurance about the boy himself coming back with interest in revenge, but there was still a suspicion in his mind that Jak Mar would decide to try numbers instead of running in blindly. "That we will be." KARR agreed after a small moment of thought. Even then, if they were to hunt them down, they would not know where to look in the first place.

    Their own partnership may have admittedly had their strange beginnings, but there was no mistake it had their utmost benefits. A meeting of the supernatural and technological that could be arranged in the deepest pits of hell. "Of course, Judge Fear. An AI is not so flippant as some less dependable characters." Like humans, for example. Their short lifespans nearly forced them to act on impulse alone. At least those that KARR had witnessed. He shut the door behind the ghoul as he took his set and stared into the glow of the CRTs, all three were looked over and much to the AI's surprise, all of them were chosen.

    "Very well, we shall take the nearest first and leave the third address for last." The AI concluded. Better to leave that farm alone until they had a clear plan and the inactivity was shaken out of their bones and frame respectively. KARR's engines revved as he rolled forward, listening to the Dark Judge as he spoke his thoughts. Engaging in a sweeping scan of the houses would prove wise, especially if they wished to avoid another fight like the one they made to overtake this farm to begin with. "Affirmative." KARR replied as his black and silver form waded through the deep snow and out onto the road.

    Well, well, it appeared that a plow had gone through here earlier yesterday. The snow was quite shallow and nearly flattened into an ivory sheet upon the road, at least where road salt had not fallen. Other than those few spots, it appeared the road was safe, any patches of ice had already been melted away through the work of road maintenance. Quickly he started down the road, though his speed did not appear to rise past the high 80's on his speedometer. The car's headlamps not required for his trip, the only light that was visible upon the Trans-Am was the sweeping amber light of his scanner, along with the soft glow of his systems upon the Dark Judge's features.

    Within a few minutes the car was in range of their first target, a quaint looking farmhouse, painted white at one point but now faded to grey from old age. Its windows were dark, not a soul awake as they slept off the eve of the new year. KARR pulled up next to the home's driveway, giving the building a thorough scan before speaking to his undead passenger. "This household is quite amiable. I detect no firearms or guard animals, and the two residents are middle aged. There is indication of an extended family from their photos however, but they are not within the house." KARR stated, his CRT's flickering to a visual of the inside. Among the darkened rooms were various china figurines, mainly of horses and other exotic equines. The wall paper denoted a color that could be described as a neutral brown, with green hints decorating the top and bottom edges. Carpet covered the flooring, shaggy and thick, save for a few areas like the kitchen and bathroom that preferred tile and linoleum. The feed switched to an image of the bedroom, the house's owners peacefully sleeping within.

    "The bedroom is on the left from the living room, at the end of the hall. I detect some warped floorboards on that path, however. Use caution when confronting them." KARR reported evenly, highlighting the problem areas on his monitor. There appeared to be two slats of wood that were quite noisy; one in the center and one to the right further down the hall. "My scans indicate that the pesticides are down in the cellar, next to the fertilizer. You will find the door on the east end of the house, outside. While you deal with the owners inside, I will work on undoing the lock." It was a simple thing, an old padlock that required a key. However, where that key was located held little importance to the AI so long as the systems he required were at operable capability. "There is a sliding door in the back, it is unlocked. You can go in through there with no risk of waking them."

    His report and advice given, KARR clicked open the driver's side door for the Dark Judge. There was work to be done.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sun Jan 05, 2014 8:03 pm

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"Of course, Judge Fear. An AI is not so flippant as some less dependable characters."
    Indeed.

    The drive out from the barn and onto the snow-laden road yielded little complications; a plow had already removed much of the ice and sleet hours prior, making the drive an utter breeze. They soon arrived to the first destination without any fanfare, desirable for the element of surprise, and Judge Fear quietly listened as K.A.R.R. began its preliminary report. Two middle-aged residents and nothing more... Somehow the ghoul felt himself wanting but this will suffice for the time being. The Dark Judge directed his gaze down at the CRT monitors and committed the house's interior to memory. "The creaky floorboards have been noted," he hissed. Everything else within the home will pose no further problem and now it was time for work. At the vehicle's unspoken behest Judge Fear exited the driver's seat and planted both feet, bare and leathery, onto the plush blanket of snow that had consumed the landscape all around.

    He felt nothing and, instead, silently closed the door to prevent unwanted noise. "I will not be more than ten minutes," Judge Fear told his ally. "In that time I expect you to have disengaged the cellar's lock and be waiting. I will rendezvous with you after the purge is complete." With nothing more to say and time wasting, the Dark Judge proceeded to walk away from K.A.R.R. and rounded the house's corner to enter its unfenced backyard.

    True to the automobile's words, the backdoor was unlocked and Judge Fear slipped into the darkened living room as if he were nothing more than a shadow - a trick of the untrained eye. It was a mistake that shall prove fatal to the residents peacefully slumbering nearby. He shut the door quietly to prevent the sinners within from feeling an unexplainable chill and thus prematurely rousing from their sleep.

    Once inside he could see everything that K.A.R.R.'s scan had detected: china figurines; the brown wallpaper with green accents; even the shaggy carpet that was determined to hook its threads around the Dark Judge's lengthy toenails. Judge Fear remedied this minor nuisance by picking his feet up higher than usual to prevent undesirable snags and moved about the spacious parlour. The room and all its intricate trappings would have enticed a thief or burglary with sticky fingers but the ghoul was not here for mere possessions and trinkets. To the left is where Judge Fear wanted to go and he wasted no expense in heading that direction. Upon reaching the aforementioned floorboards he had been warned about, however, the ghoul paused in his gait. It was time to apply K.A.R.R.'s information to good use.

    Judge Fear stepped over the plank in the center and completely bypassed the one on the right, further down the hall. Avoiding the offending boards was quite trivial when one was incredibly tall and long-legged. He found the main bedroom not too long after that and the ghoul invited himself in with a simple twist of the doorknob.

    ...crrrrreeeaaAAAAAAK!

    Ssh, the mortals were far into their dreams...

    A man and a woman, completely unsuspecting of the Dark Judge's presence, hadn't even stirred. While it wasn't the most fulfilling of methods to dispense of sinners and their unjust livelihoods, it was one that guaranteed little to no resistance whatsoever. Given his weakened state and the lack of his brothers for support, Judge Fear knew that beggars could not be choosers. The ghoul approached the man first, and, like the first farmhouse months before, reached down with an icy-cold hand. It phased through his flesh effortlessly and the Dark Judge stilled a once-beating heart.

    The process was repeated for the woman, nothing changed in the routine, and within minutes the couple were transfixed in sleep; forever. Good, very good. Sin had been removed from this house and the Dark Judge's aid was required no further. He left the same way he came, mindful to shut the couple's door behind him, and out Judge Fear went.

    "It has been done," he hissed to K.A.R.R., finding the vehicle parked at the east side of the house. "Have you removed the lock as I've asked?"
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Jan 05, 2014 8:40 pm

    No more than ten minutes would be all that the AI would require. "I will await your return once finished." KARR replied calmly as his driver exited the cockpit. Once the door was quietly closed, the Trans-Am activated his silent mode and drove around to the east side of the house, a long trail of tire treads imprinting in the snow. Other than a few trash canisters for natural waste and a pile of firewood stacked alongside the wall, there was very little that obstructed the wayward AI from his target.

    KARR looked over the cellar door, observing the metal flap that folded over both of the double doors. A single loop protruded from underneath it through a cut slot, the lock in question firmly attached. It was rusted from age and exposure to the elements, but the components withing were still viable to work with. Upon its surface was bare and corroded, but he could identify a keyhole on the underside. His work cut out for him, the AI's Override features activated with an electronic whir and some synthesized tones, locking onto the rusted padlock's internal mechanisms. Several muffled clicks could be heard from within as KARR manipulated the tumblers, before a final mechanical snap echoed from the padlock.

    The keyhole turned fully opposite of its locked position, access was now granted for the cellar and its contents.

    Much to the AI's presumption, it did not take long for him to pick the lock, his internal timer displaying a solid thirty seconds. As said, KARR remained at the cellar and waited, his scanners surveying the area for any unplanned for interlopers. Other than a passing snow hare and an owl flying overhead, there was very little for the Trans-Am look into... Until he heard footsteps crunching through the snow. A familiar hiss greeted him as Judge Fear rounded the corner of the house from the back yard. "The deed has been done, all you must do is remove the lock from the door and its materials shall be ours." KARR reported confidently. Soon after he backed away from the cellar, allowing the ghoul to have better access to its doors. "I will monitor the area in the meantime."
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:32 pm

    The lock had already been removed? Excellent! Judge Fear expected nothing less from the vehicle's impeccable efficiency and he was already opening the cellar doors. Nothing save for darkness greeted the ghoul but that was quite alright; he felt at home in dingy, frightful places such as this. "Good work, now prepare an adequate space for the supplies. We will not be returning to the base empty-handed," he promised. And so down the Dark Judge went, alone into the damp basement, in order to collect the specific materials he needed. The continuation of his work depended on tonight's excursion.

    Mouldy, cramped, and filled with cobwebs, the underground chamber was nothing out of the ordinary. It was a place stored with boxes of sentimental tokens and mementos of times past; a place of holidays, anniversaries, and one, he found, wedding. None of these concerned Judge Fear, however, and he kept his visit brief. Not even the household rats troubled them as they scurried out of his way.

    A case of poisons, no doubt to cull the vermin and insect population, was situated not too far away from the Dark Judge's current location. He approached the dusty shelf and took only what was necessary; everything else was not of his business. Bottles, boxes, medium-sized canisters and what have you - Judge Fear carried them all without discrimination and soon walked up the groaning basement steps to spy K.A.R.R. just a few meters off. "Here," the ghoul gestured, bringing the plunder over. "Open your boot so I may place these within. There is more down there that I need to also carry." No sooner had the Dark Judge finished his first return the ghoul was already back down into the basement, no doubt finding a stash of potent fertilizer he had missed earlier.

    The couple wouldn't be using any of this, so why let it waste? He tucked the weighty bag beneath an arm and continued his search.

    After about ten minutes - maybe fifteen at the most - of moving back and forth between K.A.R.R.'s boot and the basement, Judge Fear had gathered a satisfying amount of products. "We are done with this house," hissed the ghoul. Already the undead lawman stood next to the vehicle's driver side, waiting to be let back into its cockpit. "Let us be off to the second destination and resume our objective."
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:23 pm

    Prepare a space? Last the AI checked he held nothing in his trunk or rear seats, so that objective had already been met. He watched and waited as the ghoul ventured down into the dark recesses of the cellar, scanners peeled for any movement while he searched. As like last time, there was nothing that caught the AI's attention, for not a soul stirred in the frigid dark around them that was worth noting. His attention snapped back to the Dark Judge as he emerged with arms laden with poisons of various types, all of which labeled for the use of vermin extermination.

    Wordlessly KARR complied to the ghouls' interest, his trunk lid popping open with a hydraulic hiss. The weight of his driver's loot was trivial, hardly enough to make the car's suspension dip or creak. If anything the AI wondered if this was similar to what one would expect going grocery shopping. As the Dark Judge returned to the cavernous maw of the house's underground chamber, it appeared he found something else that caught his unblinking gaze. A hefty bag of fertilizer was carried up and placed in his trunk, a weighty load but nothing that Knight Industries engineering could not handle. Patiently the car waited for Judge fear to finish his search and clearing out of the cellar's toxic supplies, although he could not help but wonder if they may have to make a drop off at some point before going on to the third home.

    That one seemed to be the most ripe with Judge fear's necessary materials.

    "Very good." KARR replied as the Dark Judge stated he was satisfied with his stash. He closed the trunk lid as his driver walked around to his driver's side door, allowing the ghoul inside with an electronic whine and a hiss of hydraulics. Once the undead man of law was comfortably situated inside, he closed off the cockpit from the frigid elements. "If the next house proves as much wealth as this one, we may have to make a trip back to the barn before we continue to the third address." He commented, turning away from the now eternally silent property and rolling onto the road. However, he could not deny there was a tinge of uncertainty about having to carry such potent acids within the vehicle...

    Soon enough KARR arrived at the second address, a single story ranch like the one they encountered previously. The only difference was this one seemed to be in much better shape, along with a fence that encircled the backyard. The paint appeared to be applied only this previous summer, and there was evidence of repairs made to the windows and some of the paneling. Again, he scanned the structure, a thoughtful sound escaping his voice modulator. "This one may be a challenge." KARR warned, the CRT's flickering to life as gave a visual of the interior. "As this home is a farm for cattle and other meat products, they have dogs. Shepherds to be exact." The monitors revealed two large, furry dogs sleeping next to the glowing embers of a fireplace, dark in their coats and ears flopped forward. Their bodies were powerful and conditioned for farm work, and every now and again one of the animal's impressive canines were bared in dreaming. This home did not appear to be as decorated as the previous one as the feed moved about the other rooms, being fairly spartan in design and decoration, but very clean. It appeared to be the bed rooms that held the knickknacks and trinkets, for the couple's bedroom held ribbons of previous cattle shows and other events regarding their livestock. At least, save for the guest room hat held little decoration save for some tasteful wallpaper and the usual necessities like a nightstand, dresser, mirror and a bed.

    "However, it appears that the materials we seek are in the barn. They are up in the loft, away from the animals." KARR stated, displaying the large containers of vermin poison tucked away in the corner, while a few other visuals of the barn revealed the cattle sleeping soundly within, all of them obviously well fed and healthy. As the AI scanned further, he found something equally interesting, and possibly a boon to their mission. "There are three residents to this house, two of them are younger adults than the ones at the first house, possibly in their thirties, the third is a human in their late teens." He paused for a moment, pondering the intriguing situation. "The teen more than likely is a visiting relative. Regardless, each bedroom has a window, and from what I see they do not appear to be locked."

    That would be the Dark Judge's ticket in bypassing the dogs. Perhaps this house would not be so challenging after all, but it would remain to be seen.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:46 pm

    It would seem, alas, that the duo's good fortune had all but expired at the first house they just left. Protected by two dogs and filled with able-bodied persons, it was evident that the second house provided a heightened challenge; a challenge that, should things become disastrous fairly quickly, spell an early doom for the both of them. After a bit of internal debating on the Dark Judge's part, the ghoul had to ultimately go with a smarter route. German Shepherds were an incredibly loyal and stalwart breed, as well. "As soon as I set foot in any one of those bedrooms, the dogs will immediately detect my presence and the entire house will be alerted. By then the adults will have adequate time to find a weapon to defend themselves with, while the mangy beasts keep their fangs occupied by ripping apart my uniform and this body." In essence, it was simply not a wise course of action to purge this house for the time being.

    A shocking realization for the Dark Judge, he knew. That will hopefully change as Judge Fear gained power.

    That day was not today, however. "Head to the barn," he told K.A.R.R. "We shall take what we need and, once we are stronger and I have perfected a few mixtures, we will return for the family. Their time of judgement will come soon enough." And the Dark Judge did, after all, have all the time in the world.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Jan 05, 2014 11:32 pm

    Much to the AI's own surprise, it seemed that the Dark Judge did indeed back down from this challenge. However, it was indeed for the best. They still were weak, and the noise from the conflict would undoubtedly bring unwanted attention. "I see your logic. When next we return then, they shall not escape." He agreed, silently driving up the side drive to the barn. A massive structure, it reeked of the animals and their gaseous byproducts. After scanning the building once more over, he noted that the barn was secured to keep the cattle from wandering out, but instead of a padlock there seemed to be but a large latch.

    Judge fear would be able to handle that one easily.

    "Be quick, if the cattle start to make any noise at your passing, the dogs may certainly hear it." KARR advised, opening the door for Judge Fear to step out and onto the frozen ground. There must have been at least ten heads in there, his temperature readings were showing a rather high, toasty temperature from all the body heat. Otherwise, there was no glow of light from within the sturdy barn, dark and silent save for the deep, sleeping breaths of the animals within.

    A final scan of the building affirmed that there were indeed no dogs laying among the bovines, much to their luck. However, the AI could not help but give one more parting word of wisdom. "Judge Fear, be mindful of where you step, I would prefer that my interior be spared of filth." He said, keeping his voice hushed.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:39 am

    It was true, sadly. While the Dark Judge very much so wanted to rid the world of three more sinners and their flea-ridden mutts, he was no outright fool. Their main objective tonight was to collect key ingredients for Judge Fear's survival on this disagreeable world and not draw too much heated attention. A couple of dogs, big ones, would only throw a Fido-sized wrench into the plan. "There will be plenty more opportunities when we can afford them," Judge Fear wisely stated. Now, back to focusing on the barn and its prizes within.

    Such like K.A.R.R. to worry about feces being dragged back inside its otherwise pristine and immaculate cockpit. Judge Fear stepped out without much response and stooped to say but one thing, "You have an undead carcass for a driver and yet you fret over a mere handful of animal dung?"

    Standards, K.A.R.R., standards.

    He let the vehicle ponder that for a nanosecond and quietly shut the door, Judge Fear removing the barn's hefty latch with ease before disappearing inside. Ugh, animals... Farm animals, especially. Miraculously, being undead meant he was spared the miserable fate of inhaling the scent of hides and feed but he couldn't say the same for them. No doubt smelling an animated corpse was not something the cows were used to, which meant the Dark Judge had to make it quick lest the creatures become anxious. Careful, careful, careful... The ghoul weaved his way down the barn and paid extra attention to where his feet stepped, mindful of K.A.R.R.'s one criteria. Just as well, the ghoul supposed. There was only one person who would be scrubbing K.A.R.R.'s interior and it was most definitely not the vehicle in question.

    Aha, there it is! He found a drum filled to the brim with preserving fluids and didn't think twice before tipping it over on its side. What an incredibly cumbersome vessel this was! No matter, however. The Dark Judge proved resourceful and he was soon ushering the portly container all the way back through the barn and to an expecting K.A.R.R. lying in wait.

    "Before you ask; no, I didn't step in any filth," Judge Fear hissed as he passed K.A.R.R.'s nose. The vehicle could run a scan on his feet, if it so wanted. Wouldn't be a pleasant investigation, though... Once K.A.R.R. opened its boot and the Dark Judge created some extra space, he lifted the drum with all of his undead might and nearly - nearly being the keyword - fell onto his bony back. No, no, no! Forward, you lousy body, forward! Drop the drum into K.A.R.R.'s bo - THUMP! Eh, close enough.

    Judge Fear closed the boot and returned to K.A.R.R.'s cockpit with no injury. Well, that wasn't entirely true... Lifting up his left hand, the Dark Judge studied it carefully before casually asking the vehicle, "Be honest with me, K.A.R.R. How bad does this look to you?" If K.A.R.R. zoomed in for a closer look, it would discover that a few of the Dark Judge's rancid fingers had been twisted completely backwards.

    This was surely what duct tape was for, right?
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Jan 06, 2014 6:21 am

    Indeed, there would be plenty more of the unlawful living to judge and dispense justice to. KARR silently agreed, listening as his driver brought up an interesting point regarding the AI's sense of cleanliness. "Well, and here I would have thought I would be the functioning wit of our partnership." KARR smugly stated. "You just did my work for me." Honestly, Fear, you just walked right into that one.

    All smart-assness aside, there was still plenty of hard work to be done. Not a single quip more escaped the AI's vocal processors, as he was well appeased enough with his final word before Judge Fear disappeared into the barn. Thankfully he was swift, barely a moo or bellow from any of the sleeping bovines as he stalked to the back of the barn and located a canister... If only his pick up and delivery were so graceful. KARR heard the sloshing thud from within as it was tipped over, bones creaking and chemicals splashing as the ghoul lugged out his loot. Without prompting KARR quickly opened the trunk, inwardly wondering if it would even fit once the lid was closed. The AI looked on as Judge fear began to weave back and forth with his heavy burden, the bars upon his voice modulator flickered with a silent plea as the drum leaned forward and fell fast.

    THUMP!

    KARR's suspension creaked audibly at the weight of the canister, but leveled out once the vehicle's hydraulics balanced out the weight. "I would not have believed you to deliberately go against my humble wishes." The AI replied evenly. There was no reason to can the undead's feet, if there was anything brown and warm on them he would have sensed it on his infrared and olfactory sensors. However, it was not all good luck and wealthy spoils, for it appeared the Dark Judge suffered a rather grievous injury. What could he have done to make his fingers-?! Ah, it must have happened on the dismount of the chemicals into his trunk, or more, the edge of it. "If you are as enduring as you say, I believe you can fix those by twisting them counter clockwise." Came his clinical reply. "Otherwise, so long as you have the palm of your hands facing outwards I don't believe anyone would be the wiser."

    Honesty indeed.
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by Fear on Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:09 pm

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"Well, and here I would have thought I would be the functioning wit of our partnership. You just did my work for me."
    "..." Sometimes, it just wasn't worth it to snark back.

    The Dark Judge had more pressing matters to concern himself with, such as a damaged hand, and he couldn't exactly roll his eyes at the vehicle's antics. He did, however, loudly snort at K.A.R.R.'s supposed honesty. "Noted," the ghoul hissed, keeping his response succinct. Feeling no pain and not bothered at what could be considered minor injury, Judge Fear twisted the fingers back around one-by-one and didn't stop toying with them until his standards were appeased. Counter-clockwise, just as the automobile had suggested. He also made sure that K.A.R.R. had a great view of what the Dark Judge was doing. Mm, watch how the leathery skin stretched and tore itself; didn't that look like such fun? Oh, and who could resist such a nice, ripe smell of rotten muscle? Positively delicious! Don't forget the occasional flash of bone, either.

    Snap! Crack! Pop!

    And so it went, the Dark Judge busying himself for a minute until things were as they should. A little stiff and skin damaged in some areas, he managed to correct his fingers to a more useful state and that was enough. "Good as new," he casually remarked, giving the fingers a couple flexing exercises. Now, back to business. "We are done here, K.A.R.R. Take me to the third house and we will be finished for the night." Unless you wanted to see the ghoul readjust his other hand?
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    Re: Fresh From the Crypt

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:53 pm

    What? No one looked closely at hands that often during communication. From his observation they tended to look at faces, hands only came into play when they were moving around alongside the spoken word. Reagrdless, it appeared that the ghoul's injuries were not so grievous despite his fingers' ragged appearance. Slowly they were turned around, one by one. Bones cracked and popped, skin tore, and a sickly aroma of rotten fluids and flesh permeated the air. Should the AI have been a mortal man, capable of outright disgust and gut-reaction from the smell and sight alone, surely there would have been a very entertaining display for the Dark Judge. Instead, the amber scanner upon the car's nose simply swept rhythmically from side to side, input gathered analyzed, and finally responded to in the most clinical manner that could be fathomed.

    "How dramatic." KARR dryly commented. "Should I have been a human surely my digestive contents would be on the ground by now."

    Alas, they were not. Once the ghoul gave a experimental flex of his fingers and stated his interest in the third house, KARR gladly opened his driver's side door. Once the container was secured in his trunk and he was inside, the AI closed his door and turned himself back to the road, leaving the beef farm to sleep peacefully. They were spared, for now. Along the trip to the third and final farmstead, his own growing worries of the acids on the property began to churn more within his processor before finally coming to light. "When we do arrive there, be careful with those substances. My exterior is plenty enduring against most form of damage, but I am wary of the coating that the Technician and Head Mechanic have placed upon me." He warned, the final stop beginning to loom on the horizon.

    Covered in snow and decayed with age was an old farmhouse, tall in it's dual story antiquity at the end of a winding road. In fact it looked to be a home that may have been owned by a plantation owner at one point from the craftsmanship on the outside. Aged columns of carved wood held up the overhanging chambers of the upper level. Where snow and ice failed to collect, paint curled and flaked away from grey wood, pockmarked with the beginning of lichens and mold. The windows were opaque with dust and aged cracks, dark curtains hanging down where the glass was not dusty and hard to see through. Beyond it was a massive barn, equally aged but held in better condition than the house, if only slightly. Patchwork was evident upon the roof and side panels with fresh wood that the owners had not bothered to paint, alongside it a collection of rusting remains of old trucks.

    KARR pulled up to the edge of the driveway, keeping his distance as he scanned the building. It did not take more than a minute before he came to a conclusion. "Odd. The house is empty of occupants, and the chemicals on the property are no longer there." He reported, his scanner pacing briskly as he slowly drew closer, as if to get a better reading. "However, I detect residue from chemical use on the outer doors and house paneling, many of them appear to be biological in nature." Old blood and strange, infectious bodily fluids. Powdered bone especially was present surrounding the home. "I am unable to scan the basement, it is lined with something that blocks my sensor arrays. I cannot determine what it is from this distance." He added before moving his scanners onto the barn. There were no surprises in that structure however, but the readings he gained from it were nonetheless not very comforting.

    "There are five occupants in the barn, along with an array of bio-hazardous compounds... They appear to be enacting in a ritual of some kind." KARR stated, his CRT's coming to life and showing the scene from within the barn. The inside was illuminated with numerous candles arranged in a large circle, with a wooden table at the center, carved with odd runes in a language foreign to both ghoul and machine. Around it stood four people, three females and one male, dressed in flowing robes adorned with skeletal embroidery along the hem and down the back in a manner much like a vertebrae. Their hands raised loosely and faces covered in skeletal death masks resembling those of various beasts; deer, bulls, and sheep, they awaited the arrival of the fifth, who carried a body covered in stained cloth to what was now realized to be a wooden altar. As it was placed, an emaciated hand fell out from beneath the covering to dangle before the fifth occupant of the barn replaced it upon the table.

    "Whatever they are doing, we should act before they finish it." He advised, quickly running the situation through his processors. "Both doors of the barn are bolted shut, they likely are not expecting anyone to bother them. If I break down the doors they will be taken off guard long enough for us to deal with them adequately." KARR advised. "We take out the leader first and deal with the rest while they are distraught."

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