Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


    Old Woes Come Haunting

    Share
    avatar
    K.A.R.R.
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 524
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : Driving
    Level : 53

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    60/60  (60/60)
    Health Bar:
    580/580  (580/580)
    Stamina Bar:
    106/106  (106/106)

    Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Mar 01, 2014 4:02 pm

    Time: Evening
    Date: January 6, 0004

    The sounds of a turbine engine echoed about the barn as KARR pulled in for the night, turning carefully about outisde before backing into the occupied but still spacious quarters. He was not the only one who currently had the structure to themselves, even with the addition of their newly acquired cultists the chemical lab still had much to be moved before the Dark Judge could work completely at peace. Although, speaking of the ghoul...

    KARR's interior optics observed his driver, the living corpse still just as silent and still as when they had left the fishing village. Even with a copy of the footage that had been captured since give to the pale man, the AI's databanks still played over the fresh memory the tumult they had both bore witness to but truly seemed to effect one of the duo so deeply. However what had surprised the AI most was the subject of the ghoul's fears. Killing his engines, KARR allowed for complete silence to fill both the cabin and the slowly darkening barn.

    "The apparitions are still heavy on your thoughts." KARR noted evenly. It was obvious to be sure, especially after that harrowing encounter. Although, was it the apparitions themselves, or more what they had said that kept the ghoul silent? The topic of replacement was delivered with a heavy hand to them both, if not with a slight hammy taste to some of the details.

    He allowed the silence to linger some more, if the ghoul wished to talk of it, undoubtedly the quite would be broken soon enough.
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by Fear on Sat Mar 01, 2014 5:10 pm

    Lochlann, Lochlann, Lochlann... Oh what a terrible Hell was Lochlann.

    You know, it had been funny - a real riot, even - what happened at that miserable fishing village. Crows, death, visions, anxieties, demons... Oh yes, it had been quite the barrel of laughs. He didn't think it possible, especially after so long, but apparently there was something there - inside, that was. Inside, a little piece of what used to make him human - a sinner. Yes, a sinner was still writhing around within the body of an eternal Judge. Wasn't that funny?

    It was evident that the ghoul had nothing of importance, both real or otherwise perceived, to say during the long journey back to the Heartlands. It had been, the Dark Judge was reluctant to admit, a harrowing experience those several hours ago. At the height of his power, at the epitome of his very existence, the Dark Judge would have found a demon laughable. Truly, what could a demon do to a Judge of the law? A Judge that could not be killed or destroyed? Angels, sinners, demons - none of these wicked things could harm a Judge of the law. Not an immortal one, anyway. There was nothing to fear, there was nothing to be apprehensive over; indeed, there simply was nothing. Although...

    Although there was a fear of banishment, wasn't there? A worry of being replaced or ridiculed? Those were very strong fears, wouldn't you say?

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"The apparitions are still heavy on your thoughts."
    As subtle as a dull axe to the neck. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

    Judge Fear didn't answer, at least not immediately, and he silently let himself out from K.A.R.R.'s cockpit. In truth the ghoul hadn't even registered that they were back at the farm, but his leathery feet knew this place and they knew it well. Soon they led way to the outside, just a few feet meters from the barn's heavy wooden doors, and they compelled their owner to merely... stay. Yes, stay. There was much to reflect on tonight and moving around would only prove distracting.

    Unfortunate.

    Unfortunate, because the Dark Judge desperately wanted a distraction. Anything to take his mind off what had happened in the wretched, accursed fishing village of Lochlann. But no such mercy will fall upon these heavy shoulders, not today. With arms crossed and gaze fixated onto the sickly world beyond, the ghoul reached up with a hand to remove his badge and idly play with it. There was no need to glance down upon it and stare - he already knew what the bold letters spelled as a rotten thumb carefully graced every groove and notch. He knew, yes. He knew, because it was his modus operandi - his name. Now, ask yourself, sinners... How could a man named Fear be, in a sense of poetic irony, feared? How can that be? Was that not redundant or impossible?

    The Dark Judge thought so, or had. Seeing those apparitions, as his cohort called them, had disturbed the ghoul on such an intimate level that Judge Fear, himself, was stunned into a loss for words. They had not been his brothers, no. And he should have known that - should have. But he didn't, and the demon's profanity had been allowed to do as it pleased. He had gravely erred.

    Disgusting, was what it was. At the demon, at Bloodscream, at himself. All of it was nothing more than disgusting.

    By now the very same hand that had tenderly gripped his badge was fraught with anger, putrid flesh torn open and bleeding from its sharpened edges. Pain? He felt none of it, and the same should have been true in regards to fear. He was the embodiment of fear and should not, thus, be subject to all its intricate and creative devices. How many sinners had he judged with fear alone? How many? Hundreds of thousands? Billions? Trillions? Perhaps the number itself did not truly matter, for it was little more than a means for mortals keep track of their precious things and time. Neither were made applicable to the Dark Judge given his enduring state and he promptly lost interest in finding the answer. Let sinners quarrel over their petty artificial constructs; he should be more occupied with thoughts of a higher order.

    He should be, but he wasn't. He wasn't, because the ghoul had stared into the abyss and did not like what he had seen. The Dark Judge had seen his fears made manifest, yes. He had seen them and knew that these shadowy figures could not have been conjured up from a mere whim. They had stemmed from within, the answer was clear. From within, where the truth could no longer be denied... Judge Fear at last gazed down upon his badge, his blood-stained badge, and found it now proper to speak.

    "I had once been human." And there were those ugly, ugly words. But they were true words, nevertheless. The Dark Judge broke his concentration and partially looked over at K.A.R.R., although not quite. "But I suppose that was already made apparent earlier today, wasn't it?" he finished.

    A sinner and a Judge, all in one... Wasn't that funny?
    avatar
    K.A.R.R.
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 524
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : Driving
    Level : 53

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    60/60  (60/60)
    Health Bar:
    580/580  (580/580)
    Stamina Bar:
    106/106  (106/106)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Mar 01, 2014 5:46 pm

    For a long silence the Dark Judge had sat there, unmoving and keeping whatever thoughts he had upon his mind locked away from the AI's audio sensors. When he did finally decide to stir, it was to leave the chilled, glowing embrace of the vehicle's cockpit and wander towards the front of the barn, standing idly in the doorway. Perhaps he wished to be alone? No, if he truly wished that, the ghoul would have kept walking, perhaps leaving to the house or ambling down the road. Instead he stood there, absentmindedly taking his badge and toying with it in his hand.

    Perhaps frustration or conflict over purpose caused the undead Judge to stand so still, looking out in the swiftly approaching darkness. However, it appeared to be far more ingrained than the ghoul had initially let on, sickly fluids soon running down his fingers as skin ripped over the edges of his namesake. Logically, such a paradox would indeed drive one mad, if they truly were the very embodiment of what they represented. Judge fear on the other hand...

    The topic of humanity was soon brought forth, and within it revealed flaws, imperfections in the ghoul's usually unwavering guise. "Human? Perhaps I have not figured you to have been human in the past, but all things have their beginnings. Having been less than what you are now is nothing to be ashamed of." KARR replied evenly. However, humanity was not what the ghoul was focusing on, was it? "We have also proven that the creature in that village, the Lord of Terror, is not so powerful himself." He pointed out. Judge Fear certainly would remember that ungodly howl the demon made as it tore out of the ground, outraged at having been bested by its own game. If only for a short moment.

    "Bloodcsream had sent us in there with nary a slip of knowledge aside from a vague statement." KARR added calmly. "It is not surprising that we were taken off guard, especially in our current states." Had they known better, the both of them more than likely would have left at the very moment Judge Fear had noticed something off about its aura.
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by Fear on Sat Mar 01, 2014 6:26 pm

    But he was ashamed, K.A.R.R. - incredibly, even. His humanity was not so stricken as he had thought!

    "..." As encouraging and uplifting as the vehicle's words may be, Judge Fear knew better. His existence was a hypocritical one, the demon had proven that with astonishing ease, and now there were many questions begging to be answered. Some demanded and some cried, but they all begged in the end. The Dark Judge returned his sights to the waning horizon and mulled over today's events once more.

    It was true that the demon, this Lord of Terror, had been trumped at its own game - if only momentarily. It was also believable that two agents of fear could frighten one another and thus negate their own abilities. The demon had been regrettably stronger this time around, however, which meant the Lord of Terror had been here long before Judge Fear even surfaced. Given how this world worked and the madness involved... "I may have forced its hand in revealing itself and roused its anger, but the difference between our powers is clear." The Lord of Terror, undeniably, was the stronger of the two and Judge Fear had been made a fool of. Not too upsetting as the ghoul was used to defeat by the fists of one man, but it still smarted. Pride, ego, dignity, what have you - still did. Oh, and one must not forget about being beaten by a young girl and her broom.

    He hasn't forgiven you for that, Aicara of the Sheikah.

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"Bloodcsream had sent us in there with nary a slip of knowledge aside from a vague statement."
    Bloodscream...

    That was a name that easily elicited an irritated snort from within Judge Fear's mysterious helm. "What else does one expect from a lowly mercenary?" he answered, tone acerbic. And to think, they had gone through all that trouble to gather a bit of intel only for the man to issue a threat and desire no further discussion. When will Bloodscream realize that he failed to acquire what he had been seeking in the first place?

    "We have what he wants and he does not," the ghoul hissed. "That is satisfactory to me." Although the fact remains... Was Bloodscream operating on his own volition or had his services been contracted by an unseen buyer?

    Thinking, the Dark Judge managed to find an outlet for his troubles and knew exactly where to place them. "I do believe a bout of just desserts is in order," he stated aloud. Think to make a fool of them and get away with it? Think again, mercenary. Judge Fear ceased squeezing his badge and instead pinned it back upon his chest, where it belonged. The ghoul may have felt crushed for a good several hours, but he was not about to succumb to despair and further enable sin. Human origins or not, he evolved far past his iniquitous beginnings. "Whoever sent Bloodscream to ferret this information desires the Lord of Terror. We will take the place of messenger and bring justice to those who have wronged us." Vengeance was to be theirs after this insulting day.

    The mercenary shall be punished for his incompetence and the Lord of Terror shall be served on a golden platter to the unknown variable who yearned for it. This promised to be a righteous plan in the making, but they must be careful to avoid any bumbling mishaps.

    "K.A.R.R., what say you?" Judge Fear asked, turning to his ally. "Will you join me in this endeavour to show others that we are not to be trifled with, or shall you abstain and linger here?"

    While it may have been true in different circumstances that the ghoul would have heckled K.A.R.R. for choosing the latter, things had not progressed that way. Curiously the Dark Judge would instead honour the vehicle's choice and was prepared to go about this alone, if that was to be K.A.R.R.'s decision. Why this was, well... Perhaps the vehicle had earned a bit of respect on this day, although Judge Fear did not wish to make it a habit of expressing his deepest, most sincere thoughts for anyone to hear.

    That said, he was grateful - even if his helm was incapable of showing it.
    avatar
    K.A.R.R.
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 524
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : Driving
    Level : 53

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    60/60  (60/60)
    Health Bar:
    580/580  (580/580)
    Stamina Bar:
    106/106  (106/106)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:08 pm

    The silence was telling.

    Even with the AI's chosen words to try and aid the ghoul's demeanor, it appeared they were not satisfactory enough to completely lift him from his thoughts. Idly the vehicle's scanner passed back and forth in the darkness of the barn, watching as the ghoul continued thinking for a few moments more. However, the AI's statement was equally trumped with sound logic all the same. "Yes, the difference is quite clear, but the point is if that creature started out weak as well, with enough work and cunning we could attain just as much power as it has." Although now at the same time it knew of their abilities as well. They would have to be far more careful should they decide to venture back to the village, however such a ridiculous whim such as that would come around.

    As for his driver's question however... "I would have expected more from a mercenary as himself, given his prior request. He had not even taken the information I had collected during our brief stay." He noted evenly, almost puzzled at the strangeness of the pale-man's behavior. There was quite a bit of information to be gained here as well. Scan readings, video and audio capture, analysis of both the Lord of Terror and its apparitions, or more what he could analyse from what it allowed him to scan... It was a waste to have it all sit there, if not for their own use. It appeared the Dark Judge had a similar interest, expressing a desire for 'just desserts'. Although to go after the one who had sent the mercenary in the first place... "We have no idea who had sent him in the first place, or even if Bloodscream had decided to use us of his own volition. If we wish to see who is behind this truly, we will have to find the mercenary first before we do anything." A statement that of course was quite obvious. To ask if the AI wished to stay here while Judge Fear traveled by his lonesome however, "Of course I will join you. You will need some extra power to at least weaken him to get what you need." KARR replied, his engines firing to life with a throaty rev.

    Luckily for them both, the journey to Lochlann had not damaged the vehicle physically, however, there were a few things that appeared on the AI's Self Diagnostic. "But first, I believe a stop at the Chop Shop is in order. A few more of my lingering circuitry problems have finally become able to be pinpointed by my systems. Mainly the turbo boost and ski mode, along with my rocket launcher." He advised. In other words, the veil on his body's abilities was beginning to lift again. Best to take advantage of it now before they go after the mercenary.
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by Fear on Sat Mar 01, 2014 11:40 pm

    Yes. Yes that was very true, wasn't? They could amass power, amass their previous strength, and once more be at the top of their game. Judge Fear agreed and could not dispute such reasoning when he knew it was sound. "We may not have to find the mercenary again," he hissed. Already new schemes were forming and the Dark Judge shared them with his two-toned ally. "Although we do not know who hired Bloodscream - if he were hired - we can attempt to lure the contractor out from hiding. They want this information, do they not?" And if they wanted it, they will not rest until they have it. "We earn their attention - we entice them. We have what they want and that will not change until they have taken it from us." They will have to think of a fitting plan to lure out their target, but something will come up sooner or later. First things first, however.

    K.A.R.R. wrote:"Of course I will join you. You will need some extra power to at least weaken him to get what you need."
    Very pleased with this answer and at K.A.R.R.'s hungering roar, the ghoul acknowledged his partner's enthusiasm with a nod. "Then we get you your repairs first," Judge Fear answered. Not now, of course. It was unfortunately late and that meant the technician and her stubborn employee were in for the night. "At dawn's first light tomorrow morning we ride out and visit the Chop Shop. While you are brought to better speeds and immobilized, I will scout the city and figure out a way to attract our target." Which shouldn't be so hard, really.

    What did you think of this, K.A.R.R.?
    avatar
    K.A.R.R.
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 524
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : Driving
    Level : 53

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    60/60  (60/60)
    Health Bar:
    580/580  (580/580)
    Stamina Bar:
    106/106  (106/106)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:42 am

    So they were not going to interrogate the mercenary... Very well then, the ghoul certainly had a plan of his own for luring out the one behind Bloodscream's actions, if any. Although, enticing the one who had hired the mercenary in the first place may bring forth a whole new set of problems depending on how they went about it. If someone had the wealth and power to send people out to do their dirty work, they more than likely would not find a wrench being thrown into their plans to be humorous. "Very well, but if there is someone "pulling the strings" as it were, and they know where we may have been heading and what we were being sent to do, it would be logical to think that this was not their first time with that village. Therefore it is plausible that they expect us to be irate, if there is possibility that we managed to escape that place." KARR stated methodically. In other words, don't expect the string puller to be a complete idiot. "The hired hand, if they are hired, will have no choice but to return empty handed since they do not know where we live or have a means of tracking us so far as we know. If they do this and the contractor learns of us and our actions towards their mercenary, that is another possible strike against us. To do this we must play it smart and above all, tactfully." The AI explained, tumbling the possible scenarios through his processors at lightning speeds. After a short moment more of thought, KARR finally came to the conclusion of his thoughts. "Due to the nature of our dealings, I will do the talking." And perhaps it would be wise to act via proxy until they knew who they were dealing with.

    He knew very well how Judge Fear would go about luring the contractor out from behind the curtains. A vague notice, perhaps a jab at the mercenary that they had sent and his incompetence... Although, the ghoul was starting to learn since their initial meeting. Not at the speed of light, but the change was clear enough. The idea of acting as the messenger however struck an idea in the AI's core that may be fitting to their cause. "I have heard enough of Bloodscream's speech in order to replicate it." KARR confessed, and rather proudly at that. "Perhaps it could be of use to lure out the contractor as well if we need to." That is, if the one who was truly behind this gave a phone number or another means to talk to them without the AI being in the open.

    "Very well, at dawn we will travel to the city." KARR agreed, letting his engine die down once more. There was no need to waste fuel if they were not going anywhere just yet. As for finding more information regarding their target, the AI's memory was brought back to earlier that morning, in the ghetto. "You had mentioned his cohort was another mercenary, correct? For the right price, she may sell out her "partner" as it were, along with who may be behind this." In fact, they may be able to turn a mercenary against mercenary and gain vengeance against Bloodscream with their help. That is, if mercenaries were as simple as that.

    Either way, that bar he visited earlier may be just the place to start.

    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Old Woes Come Haunting

    Post by Fear on Sun Mar 02, 2014 4:36 am

    There was little reason in the Dark Judge's eyes to further interrogate Bloodscream; the mercenary's opinion was already known, was it not? Nothing new could be gleaned from provoking any future interaction, and the ghoul had not forgotten about Bloodscream's charming threat. "I haven't a doubt that the mastermind responsible is fully capable of sending us to an early grave," hissed the ghoul. In the metaphorical sense, that was. "But no successful endeavour has ever reached fruition on caution alone, K.A.R.R. If the contractor is indeed disappointed in Bloodscream's work and we confront them directly, they may also deem our resourcefulness something to acknowledge. It can go both ways." And what is the matter, K.A.R.R.? Not confident in the Dark Judge's diplomatic skills?

    The vehicle wasn't the only one who was learning. Although the ghoul did not boast or reflect upon his past, Judge Fear was a very well-educated man. This was expected if one wished to become a Judge of the law. He found it amusing, if only a tad, that his ally insisted on handling the more personable affairs.

    "You will be immobile when receiving your upgrades," the Dark Judge replied. "During that time I will take it upon myself to act on your behalf. Have confidence, K.A.R.R.; I will be able to stay both tongue and hand." It was useful to note that the vehicle could replicate another being's vocal patterns, but if Judge Fear's plan went off without hitches? They wouldn't even need to cross paths with Bloodscream. Still a great tool to have beneath one's belt, though. "Save your unique talents when the time is most opportune. We'll have need for them should things go awry." Which, hopefully, they will not.

    Hopefully... Given their track record lately, it would be almost wishful thinking to have something go right for once. But wait, the other mercenary? Ah, K.A.R.R. must be referring to Miss Hallow. That was certainly a different angle they could take advantage of, but the Dark Judge had his doubts. "The fewer sinners that become involved, the easier they will be to contain," he reasoned. Mercenaries were a tricky, tricky thing. No honour amongst thieves, but should you mess with one of their own and poorly?

    The entire house of cards comes tumbling down. Judge Fear would rather make such rash decisions when he had more bodies at his disposal, not with just one.

    "All worthwhile options to consider but for now we retire. I will see you in the morning, K.A.R.R., bright and early." Be sure not to oversleep, hmm? The Dark Judge turned around to close the heavy barn doors and thus kept his ally hidden from the outside world and shielded from its elements. Consider the gesture an act of respect, if one could believe that. "Bright and early," the ghoul reminded one last time. Having nothing else to do and wishing to have his moment of privacy, Judge Fear left the barn entirely and made way for the nearby farm house's porch.

    Once there he located an old wooden rocking chair, one that could have easily been passed down through several generations, and sat. That's right, he sat upon it and idly began to sway back and forth. The motion was comforting, he supposed. As comforting as it could be for a corpse, hm? There was one last thing to do before he officially settled for the evening. Where was it... Ah, here it was.

    He reached over with one rotten hand and turned on a radio, its volume low but tunes clear enough to be heard around the local vicinity. Let's see what could fill these old bones tonight...


      Current date/time is Tue Sep 26, 2017 2:19 pm