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    Don't Think About It

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:48 pm

    Time: 11:00 AM
    Date: January 6, 0004

    Since their brief conversation with the pale man, KARR's tires had been burning across the highways. Racing past traffic and skillfully navigating overpasses and merging ramps alike, the Trans-Am resembled nothing more than a black and silver blur as it raced north from the city. Subdivisions were exchanged for trees and rolling fields, and soon the jagged peaks of mountains began to loom in the distance.

    All the while, he could not help but tumble about the pale man's agreement in his processors. Were they truly guaranteed protection from their possible pursuers, or was it all simply a well played bluff? Until then, they had no indication that there were numbers amassing, hungry for what could possibly be revenge for the sake of the Mar boy, if not their own vague interests. Even then, if they did manage to find what lurked within the streets of Lochlann, was this mission nothing more than a means for their own destruction, merely orchestrated to cast away the supposed mob's numbers in exchange for something more cunning?

    Their dealing with Jak Mar had not exactly been subtle, after all. If any of those citizens that had gotten away managed to spread word of their existence, especially his own... The AI was positive that a computer like himself would undoubtedly be seen as useful, if not sought after by someone other than his current ghoulish accomplice.

    "When we arrive, allow me to run a scan before we venture into the village." He suggested. "The man earlier may have seemed amiable enough, but I want to make sure there are no surprises." Even after the ghoul's deduction in the Outer City, the dark presence that lingered in the fishing village; KARR had no interest in running into anything or anyone that had not been mentioned.

    Turning down an off ramp he continued to race through traffic, weaving in and out from between cars. Steadily their numbers began to diminish as they turned away from going further out into the wilderness, until the AI turned off onto a back road. Or at least what had appeared to be a back road. Scanning over the cracked pavement and asphalt, he deduced that the road was kept and paved at one time, but left to break down and rot. KARR was forced to slow as potholes became numerous, before the road turned to cut through a shady grove. Birds were plentiful as were other signs of wildlife. Every now and then a few deer would bound across the snow covered road, and a few of the smaller denizens of the forest would emulate their actions but with far poorer timing.

    Not long after, the trees diminished as well, now revealing a dip in the road that lead down to the village of Lochlann. A sleepy looking village from afar, but as the winds changed, a strange scent brushed over the vehicle's olfactory sensors. "I detect a scent of decay, but my scans from this distance indicate no bodies, living or dead." KARR reported, descending the small hill. Once he reached the bottom, the car stopped, its amber colored scanner pacing quickly from side to side as the AI activated his surveillance mode. The buildings within range were strangely empty, as if abandoned and left with everything else intact, yet all electronics within them were missing despite wiring running through many of the buildings to support them. No animals roamed the streets, not even a low flying bird dared to dip past the buildings.

    In all sense of the word, this village was completely dead.

    After a few moments of running his findings though his processors, KARR's driver's side door unlocked and hissed open. "Show caution in your search. This place is far too silent for its own good." He advised coolly. "I will be observing you nearby in case our visit goes awry." Even at only the mouth of the village, the scent of decay seemed to overpower everything else.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 31, 2014 11:54 pm

    There was something lurking in the sleepy fishing village of Lochlann...

    Isolated from the outside world within K.A.R.R.'s secure cockpit and left to contemplate in total silence, the Dark Judge had musings of his own. Much like his vehicular ally he, too, wondered about the validity of the pale man's bargain. Where was the mob and were they, in fact, real? What would have happened if the deal had been rejected? Did Jak Mar really have a posse out to take justice into their own hands, or had the pale man manipulated the pair into performing an otherwise distasteful labour? At this point in time it was impossible to say; not even with all his psychic powers could the ghoul discern both near and distant future. Suffice to say, this had been the safer path to tread and neither K.A.R.R. nor Dark Judge were thrown directly into harm's way. The creature supposedly biding its time in Lochlann was an entirely other matter, however...

    The drive itself was rather scenic - peaceful, at best. Aside from the traffic and the occasional stop or two, journeying out from the city and into the wilderness had been relatively smooth. Concrete buildings were exchanged for majestic pine; sidewalks had been replaced with nature trails; and, eventually, even the sinners Judge Fear had every interest in purging were cast aside for critters of the more furry variety. A typical outdoors scenario, the bored ghoul supposed.

    "Do as you wish," replied the Dark Judge, his gaze ever transfixed on the world passing them by. Do as you wish, for the ghoul cared not either way. The "bumps" every now and then were quite entertaining, though.

    In what seemed like eternity finally brought them to Lochlann's doorstep, but Judge Fear needn't see the village with his own eyes to realize that they had reached their destination. Decay - rancid, putrid decay. He of all people could recognize that unmistakable stench anywhere, and the Dark Judge immediately perked up in his seat. Such an unnatural odor and incredibly overwhelming... No bodies, however? That hardly sounded right, leaving the ghoul to quickly step out from K.A.R.R.'s cozy interior. His partner's concerned words were heeded, as nothing felt right about this bleak town. Judge Fear took several cautious strides forward and wisely kept all sounds to a low minimum.

    Crunch! Crunch!

    Now free to conduct a small inspection of sorts, Judge Fear stayed within five meters of K.A.R.R. and dared not step any further. "This place..." he quietly hissed, helm slowly glancing around. Grey clouds up above, gripping silence when these streets should be bustling with noise, and nary a carcass all around... yet there was the malodor of decay?

    With a clawed hand outstretched the Dark Judge concentrated his psychic energies and pooled them together. It was slow at first, and surprisingly awkward given Portal Breach's unique humbling, but Judge Fear managed it. His unseen presence lethargically traveled through the lifeless alleys of Lochlann, tendrils of spiritual influence combing through multiple houses like an old cobbler's fingertips. Nothing... There was, as K.A.R.R. had discovered, nothing. How could that be...? He next set his otherworldly vision onto any grave sites nearby, perhaps wondering if there had been a mass burial of some kind. Like before, his search had turned up astonishingly empty. Nothing of value could be determined from Lochlann's outskirts.

    "Nothing adds up. We need to get closer - I need to get closer," Judge Fear requested. Closer to a house, perhaps. Or even just a cart or lamppost; someplace where a person had once stood. The Dark Judge resumed his trajectory and gestured over a shoulder for K.A.R.R. to follow in his footsteps.

    There was something lurking in the sleepy fishing village of Lochlann and they were going to find it.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Bloodscream on Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:51 am

    He had been waiting for some time now, waiting beyond the boundaries of the village, far past the edge of Lochlann. Bloodscream was not foolish, nor suicidal enough, to linger around the edges of the creatures territory. That was why he had made the deal after all, and he would keep his side of the bargain. And he would ensure that Judge Fear and K.A.R.R. also kept to their side of the deal. Bloodscream was a professional, and he would not be cheated.

    The sound of an engine caught his attention and he peered out from his hiding place. There they were, Bloodscream supposed if nothing else he should make his presence known.  He was not going in there though. Not again. Not when they were going to be purposefully poking at the monster. No, never again. Still, he would reveal himself just long enough, to make sure that Judge Fear and K.A.R.R. did not double cross him.

    Bloodscream stepped out into view from behind the small rock formation he had managed to find. He was a pale beacon of grey standing out among all the darker grays that made up Lochlann and it's surroundings. Despite revealing himself, he made no move to go near Judge Fear and K.A.R.R., instead content to meet them with only an even unreadable stare. He would be watching, but only to make sure they went through with their promise.

    And you two had better keep it, if you knew what was good for you.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Feb 01, 2014 4:17 pm

    As the Dark Judge left the safety of his cockpit, KARR quietly shut the door in his wake. As the ghoul had noticed as well, this place seemed surprisingly unsettling. All this silence and peace and yet it did not seem to be logically right in the wake of what evidence they manged to find. He stayed back and watched as the ghoul stepped forward on the gravel covered road, a single claw outstretched. What exactly he was attempting to achieve through such a pose was uncertain to his optics and scanning equipment alike, but a hint of his driver's motives was made clear in his next statement.

    If he needed to get closer... Had this something to do with his senses?

    Either way, the AI silently complied, keeping his surveillance mode at optimal detective range. So far there was still no one to be found within the village or around them, his readings coming up empty despite the lingering odor of decay that grew ever stronger in his olfactory sensors. So much so he decided it more effective to simply deactivate that function for now and spare his processors of the unnecessary input. As the Dark Judge had made his decision to venture forth, it appeared the AI would not be left behind to observe.

    "My form will be more readily detected than yours, I will stay to the alleys while you investigate." He informed quietly. "Should anything unexpected show itself, you will not be alone." To follow the ghoul so closely would be folly. Even with his abilities, the AI was well aware there was nothing to be done to hide the gloss of his two toned body, not to mention the heat signature of his engine.

    Activating his silent mode, the AI cruised behind him for a few feet until fitting cover could be given by the buildings, ducking in behind them. Just as KARR had stated, he would be observing nearby, but hardly in sight of anything that could get the drop on them. He turned down into an alleyway, his scanner pointed out towards the street. Idly it paced from side to side across his nose, keeping track of the village. However, a single blip appeared on the AI's surveillance mode, just outside the village. Immediately his systems zoomed in on the figure, discovering it to be the pale man from the outer city.

    Apparently they were not as alone here as they thought.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Fear on Sun Feb 02, 2014 7:57 am

    And so entered the pale man...

    Judge Fear gave the long-haired man a cursory glance and nothing more; he was not important for the time being. As for K.A.R.R. wishing to remain under the protection of cloak and dagger, the ghoul simply nodded and acknowledged his ally's words. It was indeed difficult to hide an automobile whose engine had a particular whine and whose amber-lit scanner audibly paced from side to side. Stealth was of the utmost importance lest they provoke the unsavoury denizen of this village unwittingly.

    That was one of the reasons the Dark Judge would not be out of K.A.R.R.'s sights, and wisely so. If this creature had really done all of this... this widespread blight and lingering malaise, then it must be nothing short of powerful. Maybe even too powerful for the likes of them both. Maybe...

    Walking down the hill had led Judge Fear to an avenue of sorts; one that could have been a main thoroughfare when life had been rampant. Now, however, there was little more than faint echos of civilization - disheveled possessions left strewn about as if dropped in a hurry and the minute, but distinct, aroma of fish. Neither of these clues provided any answers and the Dark Judge had to turn his investigation elsewhere. That house just over to his left, for example. A simple abode crafted for an even simpler time, it was very much like something found in a cozy European town. Maybe eastern European by design or perhaps something common in the Scandinavian countries, but that was not for the ghoul to decide. He approached the brown-faced door and paused, discreetly signalling to a nearby K.A.R.R. that he was heading inside.

    ...crreeeAAAAk!

    What a surprise, the door had been unlocked. That was the first warning bell that had gone off in the Dark Judge's mind but still he entered, cold cobblestone exchanged for smooth wooden planks.

    The interior of this home was just about what he had been expecting: modest, devoid of overwhelming opulence, and furniture arranged in a pragmatic but aesthetically-pleasing way. It was otherwise charming in contrast to the bleak outside but there was, as the ghoul noted, a certain kind of... ataxia about it. Cutlery and dishware had been scattered about in all directions, whereas Judge Fear's studious eyes detected rotten food left to spoil upon an adjacent table. If his knowledge of mortals was anything to go by, the ghoul knew very well that one does not simply leave a perfectly good meal unless trouble had arose. Something had taken place here...

    Curious and ever so quiet, the Dark Judge gingerly ran his fingers across various items as he made his rounds. Chairs, napkins, forks and knives; anything a mortal had once touched, he wanted to come in contact with it. Regrettably none of these discarded things triggered any psychic activity and he ultimately had to exit the conjoined kitchen and den. Wait, what was...?

    Rounding a corner had led to not only finding a flight of stairs but also a very familiar sight: blood. And lots of it.

    The dried gore had been liberally sprayed everywhere; on the steps themselves, on the walls, and even some thick droplets on the low ceiling above. This was far too much blood for just one person, that much he knew, and he cautiously followed the crimson trail upward to the second story. It was, much like the level below, a state of chaos petrified in time.

    Blood lay everywhere like a thick coat of paint and the smell. Oh, the smell... A massacre had taken place here and Judge Fear placed one hand upon a readied mantrap. Soft were his bare footsteps, nary a groan betraying his position, and slowly the ghoul inspected room after room. More blood, as expected. And the telltale signs that flies had once made these gruesome quarters their home. He checked each and every one for spiritual residue, but it wasn't until the master bedroom that Judge Fear had chanced upon something... striking. Shredded shirts and nightgowns, in tatters and bloodied; locks of hair, blond and brunette; bloodstained scratches in the walls and floor, as if someone had been dragged; and, off to the side, a child's plaything - a teddy bear, strong energies wafting off from it. This is where the real slaughter had both began and ended.

    He gave the room a once-over, making mental tabs where his escape routes were, and approached the blood-covered stuffed animal. What horrors had its owner seen? With his caped back to the room's closet and directly across its only window, Judge Fear stooped down and reached for the teddy bear. Show him what had happened here, show him everything.

    The peripherals of the ghoul's vision began to darken as his mind was taken to another place and time...

    Through a Child's Eyes:
    "Margaret, did you make sure to eat all of your breakfast before heading off to school?" said a kind and motherly voice.
    The world shook up and down, as if someone were nodding.

    A hazy fog was steadily uplifted soon after and a warm, radiant glow filtered in from above. It was the sun's gentle rays felt from a nearby window, and slowly a room began to form in the waning darkness. Next came the pleasant aromas of fresh, homemade foods; spiced meats, the sugary delights of morning pastries, and an unmistakable hint of the lake's bounty. Everything complemented each other in perfect, sensual harmony and a pair of blurry figures moved off in the distance.

    It was a woman, no later than her mid 30s, and a young boy. He appeared to be roughly ten years of age.

    "Mom, can I have another helping?" the child asked.
    "May I have another helping," corrected the mother.

    A steaming plate of breakfast morsels, smelling absolutely tantalizing, was carried off from the kitchen counter and brought to the table. The table... Ah, the table. It was much too large and much too high, and the vision's direction changed as if to look upon the mother expectantly. "Momma, may I have another helping?" echoed a sweet and young voice. The gaze was then directed downward upon a fluffy teddy bear, a pair of soft, delicate hands stroking its corduroy fur. "Mr. Paw-Paw says he's hungry."

    Laughter could be heard as the mother came over, an adult's palm reaching out to stroke fine strands of hair.
    "And I bet Mr. Paw-Paw would like to stay home from school, wouldn't he?"

    Another nod, this time more vigourous than the last. The boy looked none too thrilled.

    There was suddenly the sound of a nearby door loudly creaking open and everyone's sights was cast in its direction.
    "Well Mr. Paw-Paw should know that an education is important," interjected a gruff voice.

    "Percy!"
    "Pops!"
    "Daddy!"


    A child's excited feet could be heard scampering across wood as the vision's owner leaped off her chair and rushed for her father. She tackled one of his legs, clutches tight, and looked up at the man who smelled strongly of fish and sausage. "Daddy, did you have a good morning at work today?" the young girl asked.

    The response was a rumbling chuckle, but it held a tinge of sadness...

    "I'm afraid the fish have gone off to their families today, my little sweetie pie," answered her father. He knelt down on one knee and planted a warm kiss upon his daughter's forehead, the child squealing with delight.

    "Daddy, your fuzzy caterpillar tickles!" she exclaimed.

    Done cleaning the plates and now freed of one duty, the mother came over and sounded concerned. "That makes this the fifth straight day in a row," she sighed. It would seem, then, that there were troubles with lake Lochlann. "What of the boys? Your friends? How are they and their families holding up in these trying times?"

    Rising up and ruffling his daughter's hair, the man known as Percy had to share in his wife's sighing.
    "Same as us, I'm afraid. Some have taken to pulling their odds and ends together, but we may have to ask for help from the city. Things are simply too difficult right now and we're thinking about getting a town meeting together. It ought to quell some fears and quieten down a few - ?"

    Suddenly furious knocking happened upon the door and everyone jumped in place.

    "McCreedy! McCreedy!" some man cried outside. "For God's sake, McCreedy, open your blasted door!"

    A look of concern was traded between the two parents but the father ultimately went for the door and opened it, sounding none too happy. "For God's sake yourself, Timothy," he grumbled. "Can't you see that I'm trying to have breakfast with my family? What's all this racket about, anyhow. Why are you here and not down a the docks?"

    "Hi, fishyman! waved Margaret. Timothy must have been one of the local fisherman.

    The family's visitor hesitantly waved back to the little girl but not for long. He soon returned his gaze to the father and stammered with a lowered voice. "L-Look, things are not right at the local church," he said. "Something mighty awful has been going down lately and folks are starting to talk. The priests won't see us, diseases are sprouting up left and right, and now the fish are gone. Gone, McCreedy."

    An alarmed gasp escaped from the mother, one hand shakily placed over her mouth.

    "Now, we don't know what's going on," Timothy continued. "We just know that things aren't natural and that - ?"

    Ring! Ring! Ring!
    Both men paused, appearing puzzled, as the sound of a large bell tolled off in the far distance.
    "Blimey... Is that the church bell?" asked the father, incredulous.

    Sure enough it was, and the two men started for the outside.
    "Alice, stay inside with the children," he told his wife. There was no sound of objection and outside the men went, with Margaret peeking over the door's wooden frame. "You too, sweetie pie."

    "Yes, daddy..."

    From this small, meek vantage point everything could be seen. Both the father and Timothy looked onward at the church sitting atop a faraway hill along with several other households pouring out into the street to see what was going on. No one had a clue as to why a church bell would be ringing on such an odd time as this. Timothy was the first to voice this.

    "Huh... I don't recall there being mass to day," he mumbled.
    "That's because there is no mass today. Those priests up there have finally gone nutters. Wait, do you see that?"
    Timothy glanced at the father and then back ahead, squinting. "See what?"
    "Right there," the father pointed. His finger trailed a... a row of teeming ants? No, that wasn't right. But his finger did trace something. "Looks like something is pouring out from the church. I reckon it's probably those priests, although I don't remember being so much of them."
    "Hmm, maybe they took in a few prospects? They seem to be coming to town in a hurry."

    And then, in the blink of an eye, everything had gone straight to Hell.

    Within seconds the mysterious figures running down the hill descended upon the unfortunate souls who had been the closest and the screams began. Body parts, visible even from this distance, were thrown into the air with ease and generous amounts of blood and entrails were seen being released from the poor townsfolk. Madness ensued next as panic and reality sank in, ungodly howling taking to the streets.

    "Blimey, blimey!" screamed Timothy, his face overcome with shock as he gripped his hat. "Those people had been torn asunder as if they were - !"
    But the father had thankfully come to his senses first and he snatched at Timothy. "What are you doing, you idiot!? Get inside!"

    "D-Daddy, what happened to those - ?"
    "GET INSIDE, MARGARET, JUST GET INSIDE!"

    The little girl was snatched up by her father and clung to tightly in his arms, Timothy slamming the front door shut and barricading it.
    "What on God's green... Timothy, what are you doing!?" demanded the mother.
    "Alice, not now!" her husband growled. "Something came out of the church and mauled a whole row of people. Get the children upstairs and keep quiet!" He placed their daughter in her arms and immediately went for a certain cabinet in the living room,

    The mother did as she was told, face pallid, and immediately took for her son's hand. "C-Come along with me, John. You too, Margaret. We're going upstairs, okay?"
    "Mom... Mom, what's going on?" her son timidly asked.
    Margaret could hardly make a sound, her face stinging with fresh tears as the vision blurred.
    "N-Nothing, John, that's all," their mother lied weakly with a smile. "Now come along to Mommy's bedroom! We're going to stay up there and not make a sound, alright?"

    The two children nodded and were frightened as their father returned with two loaded rifles.

    "Here," he grunted. A rifle was handed to Timothy, his fingers white to the bone with horror. "Take this ammunition pouch and conserve your shots. Don't fire unless you absolutely have to."
    "Y-Yes, sir..."

    Leaving the men downstairs to face whatever demons had been unleashed, the mother ushered her children upstairs and led them to the master bedroom. From there she shut the door and locked it, placing the key into her apron. "Alright my darlings," she said quietly, trying not to cry. The woman came close to her children and looked at them knowingly. "Okay, we're going to play a little game, hmm? Would you two like to play a little game?"

    Both nodded.

    "Good, good... Okay, we're going to play a game of Hide-and-Seek but this is a special game. The rules of this game is that you do not make a sound. Understood?"
    Again more nods, with the little boy's lip quivering. It was impossible to drown out the screams coming from outside.
    The mother reached out and tenderly held his chin, once more trying to smile but only to shed a wayward tear. "Be strong, John," she said, voice hardly above a whisper. "Be strong for Margaret, oka - "

    BANG, BANG!

    A sudden and horrible sound came from the front door and both children screamed, their mother wrapping her arms around them tightly in an effort to silence them. "Quiet, quiet! Remember our game!" she whispered.

    "Christ, they're coming through the door!"
    "Get your rifle ready! Get it ready!"
    "Oh God, oh God... What are those things? WHAT ARE THEY!?"

    With a monstrous boom it could only be assumed that the door was beaten down and shots, resonating and deep like thunder, shook this very household.

    KRA-KOW! KRA-KOW!
    The rifles were useless as a man's scream was heard above the ravenous din of howls and shrieks.

    Timothy was gone.

    "Dad!" Little John could not take it anymore. He ripped himself away from his mother's protective embrace and snatched the key in her apron, running for the door.
    "John, NO!"
    But it was too late.
    The young boy had opened the door and was already heading for the downstairs, his mother racing after him.

    Margaret, not wanting to be all alone, cried and tried to keep up. "Mooooommy!"
    She shouldn't have, as the last few minutes were to be the most terrifying of her innocent life.

    "Get away, damn you! Get away and back to the furthest reaches of Hell!"
    More loud gunshots could be heard as their father slowly made his way back up the stairs, blood staining his face and clothes. It was not his.
    Claws, horrid and blood-drenched claws, lashed out at the space in front of him and wide, snapping maws were not close behind. He faced an unending torrent of putrid flesh and pus-ridden wounds, creatures of unfathomable horrors giving chase. All traces of humanity had nearly been stamped out beneath the layers of cruel stitching and sores.

    This was not the end of Margaret's nightmare, for, as try as he may and as courageously as he fought, her father fell within seconds. He had made the mistake of looking up at his family, startled, and lost focus.

    It was all too sudden.

    With an inhuman leap one of the grotesque creatures lunged and ripped out the man's throat, screams echoing down the hall from the surviving family members. John was next. He tried to run, run back to mother's urging arms, but to no avail. Another creature jumped over their father's fallen body and hooked a cruel talon around the boy's ankle. In the next instant he was dragged back down the stairs, where the awaiting mob of terrors plunged upon him and proceeded to rip the child limb from limb. The look of confusion and fright in John's eyes was the last his mother ever got to see.

    "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried, overwrought with grief.
    Turning to her last valuable possession, the mother plucked Margaret off her feet and ran back into the master bedroom. She locked the door shut, hands trembling, and tried to barricade the door as best she could.

    "What happened to John, what happened to John!?" Margaret cried, her vision blurred with thick tears.
    Her mother didn't answer, instead demanding that the little girl continue to play their game. "Hide, Margaret, hide!" she cried.
    The child, no longer wanting to disobey and hopeless, crawled under the bed and cradled the teddy bear in her arms. "It'll be okay, Mr. Paw-Paw! It'll be okay...!" she whimpered, wiping the snot off her nose.

    It would not, and in the next minute the bedroom door had fallen.

    Oh how her mother had put up a good fight.
    All little Margaret could see were her mother's feet, her best slippers, and an overwhelming pair of claws and talons. The stench of decay and rot was unbearable.

    "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy - !"
    The prayer could not be finished and the woman fell.

    THUD!

    Margaret was now face-to-face with her mother, her eyes transfixed on the bloody visage before her.

    "E-Everything will be o-okay..." But it would not.
    Within the instant her mother was dragged away, nails leaving gouge marks in the floor, as the creatures took her. Then came her screams, horrific and bloodcurdling, before everything became silent...

    It would seem that the madness was over, but such was it not to be.
    One creature came back, its claws visible from beneath the bed, as it began to loudly sniff around. A terrifying gurgle, a sound forged in the pits of Hell itself, as those cruel talons clacked against wood. Margaret did her best to keep quiet but the tears kept coming and her body kept shivering. Please protect her, Mr. Paw-Paw, please protect her... She bit her lip and covered her mouth with a hand, nostrils flaring.

    Please, please, ple -

    "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAURGH!"
    And just like that she screamed, Margaret feeling something cold and clammy latch onto her ankle as she was forcefully pulled away.

    Darkness... but not before a pair of searing, infernal eyes peered forth from the void and stared directly into Margaret's soul. No, not Margaret's but...

    I... see... you...
    With an overpowering jolt the Dark Judge released the teddy bear, his hands twitching as if they had been set on fire. What... What in the name of Death...? He curled his fingers into protective balls as a result, flexing them to be relieved of such an unexplainable sensation. Something had happened in this village, alright. Something unspeakable and not to his liking.

    Once the Dark Judge's senses had come back to him and his mind recovered from the awful ordeal, the ghoul was going to immediately find K.A.R.R. and be rid of this place.

    They were way out of their league.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Diablo on Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:25 am

    Trespassers. Trespassers, the whole lot of them.

    From the moment a strange foot had set forth on this damned soil the fools were doomed, for something was well aware of their presence. Deep in the heart of Lochlann stirred a slumbering giant and a low, displeased growl echoed throughout the labyrinthine catacombs buried beneath the church. Once more am I troubled by the common rabble of this world... a toxic presence thought. Hardened spikes audibly scraped against ancient stone as a sinuous tail flicked out of rising agitation. And once more am I to dispatch of this nuisance in order to defend my growing kingdom.

    Out of the darkness rose Diablo, the rightful Lord of Hell, and the demon allowed itself to idly stand.
    Who dares ventures forth onto terror's doorstep, thinking themselves so bold as to be sheltered from consequence?

    It was, much to the Prime Evil's amused chagrin, a trifecta of eclectic persons. No, that was not entirely correct... Reaching out into the twisted void brought forth information and the demon was soon made lucidly aware of what it was about to deal with; one of which, curiously, was familiar. An interesting turn of events... it brooded, seeing the encroachers within its mind's eye. Two were unlike the third, with the former being able-bodied persons and the latter... a strange sort of wagon? Ah no, an automobile. That is what the more contemporary mortals called such inventions of science. Diablo found this sleek, unfamiliar contraption to be of more attraction than the rest, but there was something about the sickly one... The one who went snooping in places where they did not belong.

    A psychic...
    Not a particularly powerful one, but still a seer nevertheless and one the demon had felt slithering around like some ignoble serpent. The demon loudly growled this time and allowed for wisps of heated smoke to escape its hellish throat. They think to discover me, yes... Why else would Bloodscream have brought little friends? Very well, if that must be so. Diablo hardly felt threatened by such actions and would, instead, entertain its guests.

    It disinterestedly flicked a claw outward and sent a command to several faithfuls lurking in the world above.
    Give our friends a proper greeting... it demanded. Let them know that I, the true master of these lands, am perfectly aware of their unscrupulous intentions here...

    And so it was done, Hell's wishes carried upon the backs of midnight feathers.

    In the house where the psychic recuperated, a house where unspeakable horrors had been committed, one door stirred. It was in the master bedroom that the closet door opened and dozens of eyes, gleaming in the murky shadows, flitted to life. All to easy, but that was to be expected. Diablo grinned from the safety of its sanctuary and whispered to its helmed visitor, I see you...

    "CAW, CAW, CAW, CAW!"
    With an earsplitting cacophony over dozens upon dozens of large-breasted crows flew out from the closet, the collective beating of their wings deafening. Their sharp beaks crashed into the psychic's chest and side, forcing him to the window in one unrelenting surge, before completing their master's will. The psychic was toppled out from the two-story window without mercy.

    Crash!

    The storm of crows shattered through the window's glass and escaped to freedom, leaving the torrential mass of ebony dispersing to the four winds. What happened to the psychic was not their concern; although it was interesting to note, however, that the fall had not killed their master's subject of interest. Odd... Any living creature would have surely broken a limb or coated that portion of the sidewalk a lovely crimson. This psychic didn't even look remotely healthy, let alone meaty enough to absorb such an impact.

    Thinking that there was more to this visit than it had originally thought, Diablo leisurely headed for the church proper and would have its answers.
    Come to me, my herald... Your destiny beckons.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Feb 02, 2014 4:32 pm

    Amid the shadows of the village alleyways, KARR's scanners kept a close watch on his surroundings. Further ahead, he observed as the Dark Judge took to the paved streets and entered a building, the door interestingly giving no resistance. What had occurred that this place had to be evacuated so suddenly to the point where nothing was locked down? Scanning the interior of the home his driver had decided to inspect, the AI noted that many of the valuables were still in the home, albeit scattered about as if a whirlwind had passed through.

    While Judge Fear ran his fingers on many of the possessions, KARR's surveillance went upward to the second story. Much to the AI's suspicion, there was a source of the deathly smell, but he doubted that all of it could have radiated from this single home. Blood coated the walls and floor, too thick to have come from a single person. In the bedroom it coated the carpet in a thick covering of rotted black, and in other rooms the AI could detect an advanced stage of decay on the rotted gore within. Whatever passed through here had done so long ago, and the AI took liberty in running a thorough scan of the home's neighbors.

    Within a few of them as well were traces of struggle and death, although not all of the homes had been caked in such gratuitous amounts of blood. Of course, as he had noticed upon his initial scan, there were no bodies left to rot in the structures. All of them had been removed in some way or another, but there was no trail that showed exactly where they had been taken. Unless the bodies had been devoured or destroyed then and there... But KARR could detect no use of acids or other methods to swiftly dispose of the victims.

    All at once the AI's systems detected a disturbance in the home Judge Fear had been investigating, a closer scan revealing... Well, his scanners could not tell for sure. There was distinct movement and presence, but the AI could not differ exact shape, the data revealing a mass of fluttering black erupting from the closet. However, while they were intriguing, his driver's fate had taken a tumble...

    Right out of the second story window.

    His surveillance mode still sharp and vigilant, KARR ghosted himself through the streets. Nary a sound escaped the car's form as he quickly rolled through alleyways. Each twist and turn brought him closer to the ghoul, and revealed to the AI just how silent this village had become. Not a single trash can lay in the street, and some crates that remained at the back of shops were already opened and left empty. "I detected a disturbance." KARR quietly stated to the Dark Judge as he rolled to a stop in front of him, the AI's scanner sweeping from side to side in a manner near contemplative. "What did you encounter? My surveillance could not make sense of it."

    To ask if the ghoul was alright briefly crossed his processors, but ultimately was decided unnecessary given Judge Fear's nigh indestructible state. However, once they managed to return to the shop and request for more maintenance on his systems, the AI deemed it to be wise if they invested in a communicator of some sort. having to constantly be in earshot of the Dark Judge proved problematic when stealth was of utmost importance.
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Fear on Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:55 am

    It was coming.

    The Dark Judge ought to have known better than anyone that opening a psychic connection was not a one-way street. Whatever creature lurked, whatever nightmare thought to infest this reclusive village, was now well aware of their presence - of his presence - and it was coming. They needed to get out of here and never return, but that was easier said than done...

    ...creeeAAAAK!

    With a slow turn of his body Judge Fear glanced behind himself, mildly concerned that the closet door was now opened. It hadn't been like that before and an awful feeling crept up his undead spine. "..." Could it have possibly been the wind, or...? Of course it was not the wind or anything so simply innocent as that. It could not be, for the wind did not stare back. First it had only been one pair of gleaming pinpricks peering forth from the abyss, then two... then three... and then finally several dozen as the closet's darkened interior lit up like a field of stars. That bad feeling had suddenly become much, much worse. But still the ghoul did not back down, his gaze intense at the shimmering void, and already Judge Fear was reaching for a mantrap thinking to protect himself.

    It would be useless in what was to ensue next.

    Birds? wrote:"CAW, CAW, CAW, CAW!"
    Yes, birds. But, more specifically, crows.

    A torrential downpour of nothing but utter black slammed into the Dark Judge and the ghoul suddenly found himself hard-pressed. Backwards he stepped, their beaks jabbing away at his person, and soon Judge Fear could do nothing but relent as he tried to shield his helm with an arm. Oh he certainly tried to fight, that he did. At first he swung a mantrap and managed to break a few feathery necks but these crows were not like their usual, more mundane brethren. Every single crow he killed evaporated into plumes of black smoke and that is when he realized there was nothing mundane about them. The raucous murder overcame the Dark Judge in the next instant and he was soon evicted from the house in true, traditional style.

    Crash!

    Down he plummeted, down to the ground with cape trailing, and soon the ghoul's body merged with cold, lifeless cobblestone. The resulting sound of their union was nothing short of grotesque. THWACK! A few handfuls of corpse juices sprayed out upon impact but he had otherwise survived with minimal damage. While such a fall would have harmed a mortal, perhaps even to the point of fatality, the Dark Judge had gotten off easy. A few broken ribs and nothing more. Eventually his senses returned and Judge Fear picked his helm off the street, relieved to see K.A.R.R. streamlined nose approaching. What did the ghoul encounter, it asked? Hah, the question of an eternal lifetime!

    "That is not important," the ghoul hissed with urgency, quickly rising to his decrepit feet. He did not bother to see where the crows had gone. "We need to get out of here - now." Forget about the pale man's deal, forget about Jak Mar's pathetic mob; this was not their fight! Judge Fear was immediately by the driver's side, rapping his knuckles against K.A.R.R.'s tinted glass. "I can speak more on the way but not here - not here," he pressed.

    It was coming!
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Diablo on Mon Feb 03, 2014 4:12 am

    Indeed it was coming, but do kick up a chair and stay... The best had yet to truly begin!
    There will be no escape for both driver and vehicle; the master of these lands had ordained it so. Faraway atop a lonely hill rang a church's heavy bell, its death knell loud and clear to all within the sleepy village below. It was over for you, trespassers, and you shall be judged.

    So you thought to scry for information and leave when it pleased you... Ha ha, don't be so naive. A psychic connection was a two-way street and you, seer, and left the door wide open. You must be punished for your arrogance, yes... Fall down to your knees and repent!

    An unexplainable pressure suddenly filled the area like a thick miasma, something intangible suppressing any and all psychic activity.

    Do you feel it, seer? Do you feel that spiritual pain? Of course you do... Let it worm its way inside you, let it fill your very being and fuel the misery gnawing within! Lay your defenses bare and accept the lingering torment, for you cannot resist. Did it feel familiar? You knew this sensation very well... Come now, open your eyes and look up; gaze. You were not alone, for they were finally here... They were here!

    Crunch, crunch...

    Footsteps, soft and light, echoed down a nearby alleyway as a gangly figure sluggishly emerged from the gloom. They walked with a characteristic hobble, uneven and shambling. Do you remember this unique gait? Yellowed talons, thick and curled, reached out for the duo as the impregnable stench of rot marred the air. Do you remember this repulsive smell? Atop a deep blue uniform rested a bleached skull for a head, sockets empty and teeth bared for all to see. And do you remember what animal gave its crown for a champion of justice?

    A low groan escaped from the unsightly creature's throat, pestilence carried upon it.
    "Fear... How nice of you to finally join us," the sickly figure hissed, voice gravelly and deep.

    It had not come unattended and soon a radiant blaze noisily crackled from behind the two-toned vehicle, the unforgettable aroma of burning flesh mingling with the decay. Do you remember this perpetual glow? Armed with a trident and eternally devoted to the righteous flame, the charred outlines of a burning man could be seen through the flickering inferno as he leisurely approached. Do you remember why he carried this weapon? Eyes were replaced for blistering sockets, his head nothing more than a blackened skull. And do you remember how he earned his name?

    A puff of smoke escaped from the man's throat, embers carried upon it.
    "Yes... How nice it is indeed," hissed the scorched figure, voice nasally and high.

    Together the two uniformed aberrations circled their prey once before standing in front of the Lochlann exit, their unnatural bodies serving for a convincing blockade. You could not escape this way... They would not allow it. Never would they allow it as a pair of badges faced their onlookers proudly.

    Mortis...
    Fire...
    You knew these names well and they had but one thing to say.

    "Greetings, sinners. We have come to judge you."
    "Greetings, sinners. We have come to judge you."



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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:50 am

    Not important? The ghoul had been tossed from the second floor of a house by an unknown flock of creatures! Undoubtedly something was up in this village, between the blood, the stench of death and decay, and now this. However, there was a definite sense of wisdom on the undead's voice when he urged that they leave the village before he spoke any further of it. Although, if Judge Fear, this unshakable, super confident, blood crazed corpse felt fear himself... What exactly lurked here that could send such a shiver down his decayed spine?

    "I will set a course for the quickest route away from Lochlann." KARR stated, unlocking the door with a click and opening it without question. Stealth was exchanged for swiftness, his turbines whining in eager preparation for their leave.

    At least, until something suddenly appeared on his surveillance feed. "I detect a figure approaching from the front alley." KARR stated warily. From his scans it certainly was not Bloodscream, although he would have thought the man would have been less elusive to his systems than whatever manner of creature this was. As it appeared from the shadows, claws outstretched and bleached teeth bared on it's sheep-like skull, the AI was unable to determine whether or not this being was human, or any other manner of creature for that matter. But it's uniform... If not for a a few outstanding details it could be relateable to Judge Fear. His suspicions were only reinforced as it began to speak, sounding rather pleased at Judge Fear's presence.

    His engines revved once more as yet another figure suddenly made itself known to his systems. "Behind us, I detect a second person." This one was completely engulfed in fire, wielding a trident. In fact, it almost had an uncanny resemblance to the Dark Judge's little stint on that farm. As they spoke, the AI keep a close watch on both while they circled, detecting something amiss upon their person...

    Both were burning hot, even the one who bared a skull upon his head registered a heat signature that would have burned a corpse-like being as himself to a crisp. "Get in, Judge Fear." KARR urged, attempting to beckon the ghoul closer to his cockpit pushing the door in on him. "These beings both have the same temperature reading as the one labeled Fire. We should leave, now."

    Already the AI's laser pack was charging in case this strange duo tried anything unwise. Especially after their little greeting... Just who were they calling sinners?
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Fear on Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:53 pm

    Finally, they were to be rid of this miserable place. Or so it was thought...

    No sooner had the Dark Judge reached for the door's handle and fancied himself getting away, a devastating supernatural grip took hold. Thud! The ghoul immediately fell to one knee and could hardly move, his body seized by this alien force. What... What was this? Whatever it was had been impressive enough to thwart Judge Fear's psychic abilities; impressive enough to the point where his mental fortifications crumbled and left the ghoul feeling naked. "..." No, this was impossible. This was nothing short of impossible! He could not be overtaken with such ease - not like this. The ghoul was a Dark Judge, one of four, champions of death and justice! Unless...

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"I detect a figure approaching from the front alley."
    Unless something was creating this torment. But how could this be? Nothing had stopped the Dark Judge before; not on Deadworld and the alternate Earth, that was. Could it have been Portal Breach yet again tampering with his strength?

    Rising to his feet and opposing this mysterious entity, Judge Fear trembled but not because he was afraid. Perish the thought, sinners. He turned to face the front alley and placed a hand upon one mantrap, ready to kill this creature outright. "You think to cripple my powers and make me weak? I find your ingenuity admirable but ultimately futile," he hissed. It should have been at that moment where the ghoul threw his weapon and broke the shadowy figure in half just like old times. It should have been at that moment where the ghoul's strength returned and he would once more be whole. And it should have been at that moment where the ghoul hopped into K.A.R.R. and took off, never to return to the sleepy village of Lochlann - a place and fight that was none of their business.

    But it wasn't. It wasn't any of these things and the situation continued to worsen at sickening rates.

    ... wrote:"Fear... How nice of you to finally join us."
    The ghoul recognized that sickly, hoarse voice anywhere. "...Mortis?" It should have been at that moment where the ghoul detected something was wrong, much like K.A.R.R. was quick to note. But he couldn't. He couldn't, for his senses were clouded and... And suddenly a crackling blaze entered his peripherals, the Dark Judge's current thoughts jarred.

    ... wrote:"Yes... How nice it is indeed."
    Preposterous... Mortis had arrived and now Fire!

    "Brothers," Judge Fear addressed his immortal brethren. Mortis and Fire were standing right before his very eyes, but how? This did not make a lick of sense! "Brothers, how can this be? I reached out for you the moment I arrived upon this world - the exact moment. You cannot tell me that you've somehow overlooked my calls for unity!" Anger. Anger is what the Dark Judge now felt, his hands balled into rattling fists. If they were his brothers - were - then they had much to answer for, and the ghoul was not about to show them any leniency.

    He observed Mortis and Fire circle both himself and K.A.R.R. once before directing a stern finger their way. "Sinners? Are you daft?" he openly challenged. "Need I remind you both that I, too, am a Dark Judge - one of four? You can no sooner judge me than you can yourselves! Don't be asinine."

    Fire had always been a hot-tempered one and quick to cast judgement. Judge Fear didn't expect anything less from the walking pyre. But Mortis? Methodical and clever Mortis?

    Judge Fear audibly scoffed and found his brothers' inconsideration chafing. "If you weren't my brothers in justice I would judge you right where you stand for your blatant disrespect," growled the ghoul. How dare they speak to him this way! Wait... was he... was he actually believing any of this? This clearly didn't add up, not at all, and yet... "..." That awful suffocation was back, stronger than before, and the Dark Judge found it increasingly more difficult to think. It was almost hopeless in deciphering K.A.R.R.'s words, as well! He placed a hand upon his helm and struggled to remain coherent in thought. "What are you two playing at," he demanded to know. "Are you the ones responsible for this insufferable suppression?" When banded together with their powers joined, the Dark Judges were formidable psychic influences. It made sense that two against one would easily overpower the latter.

    But why would it be two against one...? They were brothers! There was also someone else missing from this picture... Someone more important than any of the three combined.

    "Where's Death?" Judge Fear inquired. Where is the supposed leader of the Dark Judges?
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Diablo on Mon Feb 03, 2014 11:52 pm

    But was it truly impossible? Come now, seer... Was not this world madness incarnate? You had been, after all, beaten by none other than a small child upon first arriving here... Oops! Were they not supposed to know that?

    Judge Fire and Judge Mortis didn't relent for their brother and, instead, offered their even rebuttals.

    "And who said we wished to be united?" countered Mortis, gaunt limbs twitching.
    Fire finished his brother's sentiments with a crackly, "You disappeared first, Fear, not the other way around. We were abandoned!"

    You thought you had every right to be angry? You? Ha, don't be absurd!

    The two Dark Judges once more circled, this time eying a certain automobile hungrily.
    "And what is this?" inquired Fire, trident brandished.
    Mortis had no such weapons but he required none. One touch of his hand ought to suffice. "Our replacement no doubt," the perpetually-rotting ghoul hissed.

    Was that true, brother? Had you replaced them with this shiny new toy?

    As predicted of his heated nature, Judge Fire angrily hissed and stood before the mechanical oddity while seemingly poised to strike. A confrontation was imminent and no vehicle could survive the Dark Judge's scalding wrath indefinitely. "We should burn this detestable creation and cast it to the fire!" he screeched. "No machine, no matter how zealous in ridding any world of life, can ever hold the title of Dark Judge! What say you, brother?"

    And as predicted of his calculating nature, Mortis returned with a disagreement. "Don't be so hasty," he hissed back. "I do not believe our dearly beloved brother ever thought to make this sinner-made vessel become like us."

    "...Hmph, if you say so." Fire was otherwise not pleased but he left it at that.

    The more flamboyant of the brothers soothed for now, Mortis returned his hollowed sockets to both driver and car. His gaze lingered on the vehicle for a moment before drifting to Judge Fear. "And we judge who we please," he rasped to the helmed ghoul. "The fact remains as Judge Fire has already so eloquently stated. It was you, Fear, who abandoned us first. Do you remember it? Do you remember the eve of the cataclysm as Mega-City One was purged at last? It was not by our hand but another's - one infinitely stronger than our combined might! Whereas we, three of the four Dark Judges remained together, you and Dredd were nowhere to be seen... All was lost and we found our weakened spirits floating about the void where time and space were nonexistent." Very much like Limbo, was it not?

    Fire was compelled to interject. "And float in that miserable pit of nothingness we did until a blue portal shone forth in the darkness," he hissed. This should sound very familiar to your own arrival by now. "Together we made way for it and found ourselves thrust into a world that was ripe for judgement."

    "One that was devoid of law," added Mortis. "One that was devoid of Dredd."

    "And one that was devoid of Dredd," Fire repeated with a nod. A blessing, to be sure.
    Turning his blackened skull, the emblazoned undead lawman had more to say - much more to say. "We searched for you Fear, don't think we didn't! We're brothers til the end of time itself! Did it ever occur to you, brother, that you were not the first to arrive but the last?" Had it ever occurred to you? No, perhaps it didn't, and Fire grunted with palpable disapproval. "Look at you... Look at you tremble before the might of our existence. The great Judge Fear, champion of terror and unlife, afraid. How far you have fallen..."

    "Indeed... This world has corrupted you, disfigured you. You are but a fraction of your old self," said Mortis. The Dark Judge then pointed a sickly talon at the vehicle, continuing further to hiss, "You have replaced us with an imperfect emulation of justice - a lowly machine. Suffice to say we are scorned."

    And if they were scorned...

    In an instant the two Dark Judges reached out with their grotesque hands, Judge Mortis and Judge Fire wishing to enact their vengeance.
    "In the name of justice, you are to be purged!"
    "In the name of justice, you are to be purged!"
    They cried unto the heavens, psychic energies unified.

    Let it begin! Let the purge wash over this iniquitous sinner and release him of his wickedness!

    An incredible deluge of supernatural power crashed into Judge Fear and sought to overcome, two Dark Judges pitted against one! You couldn't possibly stave off their collected might at once, seer... Relent and accept your inevitable fate, for you have transgressed well beyond your years!

    They desired to unmake him; to strip their brother of all his otherworldly powers and render him mortal. Was such a feat possible? Perhaps not, but they were willing to try all the same and surely would have succeeded if not for a sudden objection in the midst of the Dark Judges' purge. A third figure walked into the already crowded street and immediately both Judge Mortis and Judge Fire glanced up from their work, task left unfinished with satisfied hissing. Yes...

    "Gentlemen, is that how we treat our brother?"
    On a pale horse the fourth and final horseman did arrive, his rictus smile stretching wide. Upon his uniformed chest did a proud badge jingle, the universal symbol of terror in all living, sinful things visible to all.

    Judge Death had made his entrance at last and the grinning spook stared into his fallen brother's eternal soul. "Fear, how very nice it is to finally see you..."

    How nice it was indeed...



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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:33 am

    Was the ghoul daft? KARR watched as his driver looked on at the two that had circled them, before undead fists began to rattle. Soon after Judge Fear's own dismayed thoughts were brought forth against the two creatures, the ones he called brothers. Were these the two that Judge Fear had mentioned on the day they met? Judge Fire and Judge Mortis... They certainly had fit the description of what his driver had said, but even if they were, the AI had a feeling they would not be so insulting.

    "Get in, Judge Fear!" KARR urged again, optics focused on the one who called himself Judge Fire. However, it was apparent that the ghoul was not listening, as he even ignored the coaxing taps of his door against the lawman's caped uniform.What the AI heard from the more fiery to the duo was no less assuring, as it proposed to incinerate his body right then and there. Immediately the vehicle's engines revved in warning, the door slamming closed as KARR rolled forward and away from his driver. "Your arms will be severed from your body before your pitchfork had time to fall." He countered coldly, his targeting systems adjusting their firing points to Judge Fire's shoulder joints.

    However it appeared that would not be the case, as Mortis stepped forward to calm them down. Instead of a possible match of fire against plasma, the AI had no choice but to listen through the impostor's explanation. Their world destroyed by a force greater than their own, floating in a void for an immeasurable amount of time before being released to this world via portal. However, while Judge Fear was too busy being brought to his knees by an insufferable aura, KARR was beginning to wonder...

    Just where had these beings come from? The Dark Judge had never mentioned abilities that could stamp out his own surveillance measures. Along with everything else going on... No, there had to be something behind this. His scanners reached to cover the village, albeit limited in range given his current state. With such obvious puppets, there had to be a master.

    Where were they?

    Alas, the AI came up with nothing once more, all the while his optics watching as the two supposed undead were about to purge the Dark Judge. Could he even be purged? Regardless, KARR had enough of this ridiculousness and turned his attention to the one called Mortis, all the while a plan coming to fruition in his processors. "Replaced? I had no intention of replacement. Your brother and I made a deal, an agreement of joined means to a similar end. And if you two are so genuine about having searched for your brother, why had he mentioned being unable to feel your presence when he had arrived here, or any of the other times he had reached out and searched for you?" KARR countered calmly. "As I had stated before, neither of you are as you appear to be." His engines revved once more, lurching forward towards the two discouragingly.

    At that instant, KARR detected another blip on his systems. A decaying, permanent grin stretched across his face, bones adorning his uniform and a skull-like badge flashed upon his chest. Of course, this one had to be Judge Death. They appeared to be more agreeable than the other two, who had paused upon noticing his presence. Regardless of what niceties this supposed ghoul spoke, he still registered the same strange temperature reading. This one was not to be trusted either...


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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Fear on Tue Feb 04, 2014 4:47 am

    No, the ghoul was not daft. His mind was also not in good health, either.

    "Of course we want to be united. We are br...?" Wait, abandoned? His brothers that he had forsaken them? And replaced!? Judge Fear could honestly not believe what he was hearing. What manner of insanity was this!? "You fools! Of all the times you choose to be stubborn, you think me so petty as to willingly disregard and substitute you!? Look around! Look where we are! We are on a world called Portal Breach - a world where chaos is law and logic mocked! If you sincerely believe I would be this impetuous then you have grossly misjudged my character." Insufferable, miserable walking bags of ungrateful bones! Never would he have ever imagined getting furious with these two about something so... so... so elementary!

    Things took a turn for the worse as Fire, that hot-heated buffoon, expressed his desires in burning K.A.R.R. to a molten pile of slag. "I beg your bloody pardon?" the Dark Judge snorted, incensed. "No, I was not planning on turning this vehicle into one of us. No, I was not planning to replace you two; but, given these vexing circumstances, I see that I may as well!" The ghoul quickly sent a warning look to his ally, trying to subtly gesture that K.A.R.R. back away and seek shelter.

    How can this be!? Why were his brothers acting this way!? Never in all their years together had the four Dark Judges turned upon one another for something as frivolous as this. Judge Fear snarled and dismissed a hand at both Fire and Mortis out of pure frustration.

    "Simpletons! Lackwits! Thickheaded knobs!" These insults could surely go on, but the ghoul would rather not waste his precious energy; energy that was already waning by the second for some ungodly REASON. How wonderful of his brothers to not even explain what this accursed presence was! "If you claim to have fallen through a blue portal, dearest brothers, then you already know how it humbles you - how it drains you. Only the most meager of my powers were given to me upon entering this world, as it does for every poor soul, which means you both are of no exception. So do not dare think to patronize me, a Dark Judge, with your supposed recovered might! I will not hear of it and nor shall I entertain it!" Which, interestedly, coincided with Judge Fire's words.

    ...The last? Not the first?

    Admittedly this conclusion had not chanced upon Judge Fear, as he was fairly certain that his brothers would have reached out immediately upon sensing his return. Could it have been because the ghoul as too weak? Too new? No, that couldn't possibly be right... Or, mayhap, was it because they had chosen to ignore him? ...Why would they do such a ridiculous thing, however?

    Judge Fire wrote:"Look at you... Look at you tremble before the might of our existence. The great Judge Fear, champion of terror and unlife, afraid. How far you have fallen..."
    Oh, of all the completely rubbish and despicable things said thus far. It wasn't even true, that's the worst bit!

    Judge Mortis wrote:"Indeed... This world has corrupted you, disfigured you. You are but a fraction of your old self."
    The helmed ghoul would have spat if he could. He instead voiced his displeasure and felt all of this completely unnecessary. "And you, Mortis? Are you buying into Fire's raving lunacy? Ugh, I do not have the patience for this..." If this was how his brothers received him, screw them! Screw the whole sorry lot of them! No... No, what was he thinking? What was even going on anymore? They shouldn't be saying these things, they shouldn't be acting this way, and he should... he should... "Nnngh." The ghoul needed to think, yes. He needed to think but this abominable blockage yielded no reprieve!

    Brothers? wrote:"In the name of justice, you are to be purged!"
    "In the name of justice, you are to be purged!"
    Tch, please... Judge Fear was immortal, just as they were, so this purging nonsense would accomplish an entire lump sum of nothi - "MMPH!"

    And just like that his brothers assaulted him, a wave of psychic energies infiltrating the ghoul's mind in an attempt to tear it asunder. The sheer power behind this attack... As unthinkable as this crime against brotherhood was, it was not the most startling. What had been the most startling was how severe and malicious it was. Immediately Judge Fear threw up a hand as if to erect an invisible barrier between himself and the others, his posture suffering. That tremble was back in full force, his body overcome with shivering, and for once during this entire ordeal... the Dark Judge had come to a grim realization.

    Was this... was this fear? Was he feeling fear?

    "N-No... No, this cannot be," the ghoul weakly rasped, his arm slowly buckling against his brother's might. Two versus one... "You cannot do this to me. You cannot do this to me, your brother! I refuse to believe that you both would stoop so low - so low - as to strike your comrade in death!" These weren't his brothers. They couldn't possibly be his brothers! K.A.R.R. was right. Something was... something was doing this - all of this. Something was - !

    Then it stopped, both Judge Fire and Judge Mortis hesitating in their so-called purge due to some unheard command. Did they think to prolong the ghoul's torment? Did they think to toy with their prey to satiate their wretched appetites?

    Judge Fear once more fell onto a knee, his stamina all but extinguished. In truth, being vanquished by his brothers' hands would have been considered more merciful to what transpired shortly afterward.

    ... wrote:"Gentlemen, is that how we treat our brother?"
    How convenient...

    The Dark Judge needn't direct his gaze to a third, mysterious speaker. He already knew. "Death," Judge Fear acknowledged faintly. At this point the ghoul could hardly stand but he attempted it regardless, wobbling precariously in doing so. "Is this... Is this your will?" the weakest of the four asked. "Is this your will, or are you simply thinking to test my faith when such a trial is otherwise redundant?" There was something... something very wrong, but... but...

    "K.A.R.R...."
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    Re: Don't Think About It

    Post by Diablo on Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:05 am

    "Ooh, a bit of a fiery temper on that one," Judge Fire remarked of the automobile's verbal lashing. A pity... The deranged lawman almost wished he didn't have to destroy it - almost. He once more raised his trident and kept it even with the ground, none too frightful of the lurching vehicle's acts of discouragement. "Brothers, I grow weary of staring at this thing. Let us be rid of it and be troubled no more."

    But the ever-grinning Judge Death had other ideas, greater ideas, and he lethargically raised a rotten hand for his blistering lieutenant to stay himself. "Now Fear, is that how you properly greet your brothers?" he hissed. "With cheap insults? Tsk, tsk, tsk... And here I thought you were the more composed one."

    "See how deep his corruption has spread?" insinuated Mortis. "We must put him out of his misery and quickly."

    "Yes," agreed Death. But first...

    But first they were going to have their fun, he was going to have his fun, and Judge Death would not be denied. "You always were the weakest of the four," he said, gladly adding insult to injury. "While you often struggle to mass-purge sinners without aid, the rest of us can do so effortlessly." Fire could, and had, set buildings aflame with but a prick of his trident. Could you do that? Mortis could, and had, rot mortals away with but a simple touch and swiftly move onto the next. He could even inject himself into a sinner and assume their form! Could you do that? And Death, incorrigible Death, could, and had, persuade mortals to claim their lives in the name of justice. Could you do that? "What I'm saying is," Death went on, idly walking around, "is that you, Fear, are an oddity - a third wheel to this group, if you will. Aside from your mantraps and deathly stare, you're nothing short of... mm, baggage." And you knew this very well, didn't you?

    Death, Fire, Mortis, Fear; didn't exactly fit, did it?

    "Not to mention Fear is always the one defeated first," Judge Fire blurted. Sent to Limbo first, body destroyed first, defeated by Judge Dredd and Psi-Judge Anderson first... This was, of course, an exaggeration but also one with some merit behind it.

    Both Mortis and Death nodded with the latter adding, "Not to mention beaten by a single fist not once, but twice. That must have been pretty embarrassing, I will admit."
    A Dark Judge, powerful and beyond compare, rendered moot because his helm was busted in!

    "That is why, my dear brother, we have already taken steps in repairing our tarnished image; one that cannot hope to return to its former glory with you in the picture." In short, Judge Death was saying that you were - "Replaced," he hissed, grin having never once left his face. "We found a better, stronger follower in our just ways to fill the ranks. Judge Fear, let me officially introduce you to - "

    "We've already met, although I can't say he impressed me on our first date," a voice interrupted. You remember this voice.

    Walking out from the shadows of Lochlann's abandoned streets was a feminine figure, her form equally as emaciated as the other ghouls but somehow more defined in both hips and chest. How such a feat could be accomplished was a mystery, but one that also was not of high importance. "Hey sunshine," she said, tipping her head in Judge Fear's direction. Skin a sickly green and hair beyond dirtied and knotted, this newest Dark Judge took her rightful place next to Death's side. Her badge read, in bold lettering, DESPAIR.

    "Sounds better than fear, don't you think?" The question was entirely rhetorical before the female Dark Judge went on to say, "Oh, and ol' Stoneyface sends his regards. He'd like to see you in Hell but, you know, the whole universe imploding in on itself and all."

    This nonchalant attitude, her quirky sense of humour... This was none other than -

    "Anderson was surprisingly easy in turning," Judge Death explained, sounding quite pleased with himself. "Turns out inhabiting her mind during all that time made her especially susceptible to my, aha, charms."

    You were replaced by none other than Psi-Judge Anderson.

    Now that introductions were out of the way and she was itching to do some work, Judge Despair rested a hand upon her hip and figured to get these boys rolling. "Alright, enough chitchat. Let's take care of Fear and give him a proper sendoff. Oh, and..." She sent a thumb the talking car's way. "Sweet ride, but we got our own." Their own...?

    Vrooooom!

    In a plume of kicked up dirt and gravel did something black travel, its form streamlined and designed with both stealth and aptitude in mind. The whirling dust devil settled down as yet a fifth player emerged onto the board. An idling crimson streak bobbed back and forth, grit settling.

    "A sweet ride, yes; but hardly anything to be remotely excited about," said a calm and even voice, artificial. As the air cleared the loud revving of a powerful engine could be heard, rubber gripping stone. A blackened nose inched out from the cloud and a second vehicle was revealed. "Happy to see me, K.A.R.R.?" this automobile asked. It halted several yards away from its two-toned counterpart, scanner pacing. "You know, we never did quite finish on who was the superior model of the two. Here, let's settle the score for old time's sake, hmm?"

    SCREEEECH!

    And it was off, barreling at breakneck speeds on a collision course without restraint!

    "Good show!" ejaculated Fire, watching the machine tear off. "Now, what are we waiting for? Let's begin our session!"
    "Yes! We have stalled long enough!" Mortis echoed.
    "Brothers, where are your manners?" Judge Death signaled for them to wait and, instead, gestured for their newest member to have the honours. "Ladies first."

    Despair grinned, her rotten flesh crinkling at the corners of her lips, and held up both hands. "Gladly."

    Prepare, Judge Fear, for you were about to be bombarded by lethal amounts of psychic energy!



    Diablo: Lord of Terror

    HP: 560/560
    DP: 60/60
    AP: 86/102 (-10AP ; two targets)

    Equipped: Black Soulstone (active ; +1 to attacks)
    Power: --
    Target: Dark Judge Fear ; K.A.R.R.

    Action: Brotherly Love: suppression field active ; Dark Judge Fear is too low in level to combat Diablo's own demonic aura!
    Action: You're a Car: K.A.R.R. is not equipped to understand Diablo's demonic aura!
    Passive Illusion: the Dark Judges: Death, Mortis, and Fire - plus Anderson!
    Passive Illusion: the one and only K.I.T.T. 2000

    Sequence: first attack to K.A.R.R. ; second attack to Judge Fear

    K.I.T.T. 2000:

    Dark Judge Death:

    Dark Judge Mortis:

    Dark Judge Fire:


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