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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Bloodscream on Sun May 18, 2014 2:10 am

    The Dark Judge was no where to be seen. The door opened and the smell of death and decay rolled out to meet them head on. A voice spoke to him then, deep and old.

    Bloodscream... The voice beckoned. I see you have made well on your word. Good. Come inside and head up the stairs. I eagerly await the introduction of your well-tailored companion. Damned parlor tricks. The immortal kept his composure for now and turned to look at the prince.

    "Shall we then?" He asked, leaving out the title for Prixlezubs own safety of course. The immortal enters the desolate building and ascends the stairs, his hand resting casually on the handle of his sword, eyes following the shadows from behind his glasses. It's time to get this done and over with. No more playing around, and no more screw ups.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun May 18, 2014 3:09 am

    Upon their arrival at the building, it appeared that the ghoul was not going to arrive and meet them, but was more awaiting their arrival. Of course, after all, they had been instructed to arrive here before Bloodscream had summoned the demon prince. An arduous feat to be sure. Prixlezub idly straightened the tie upon his form's suit, his nostrils flaring slightly as the scent of decay and death filled his nostrils. However, instead of showing a sign of disgust or dismay at the odor, his lips twitched in what could be considered a small smile if one looked closely enough. At the mercenary's statement, the demon prince gave an agreeing hum. There was no choice but to oblige at the moment.

    The enveloping darkness was nothing to be frightened of either, for as he entered alongside the immortal, those dark brown iris glimmered for a moment like a cat's eyes in the dark, a nearly indistinguishable amber glow softly emanating from them.

    Parlor tricks indeed. He had noted similar behavior from the likes of creatures that dabbled in the realm of death and nightmare, although there was always the occasional Mancer who decided it to be invigorating to pose as something beyond their understanding or ability. However, this did not smell of the artificial perfumes or feel like the cheap amateur spells that would tickle in his grill. This was imposed through other means, an intentional focused means that gave away their host's supernatural presence. After all, parlor tricks did not steal the shadows out from under your feet or spread apart like a curtain.

    He glanced about as he noted the various shapes sprawled and curled in on themselves within the building. The booming voice in his head that soon followed, while seeming to fill his ears, did not appear to be broadcasted to the other wretches that lived in this house. Speaking of which... If Bloodscream was unable to find any homeless to use, why then were there so many here that were ripe for the picking! Perhaps next time he would need to be more specific and instruct him to investigate for squatters in the dilapidated ruins of this ghetto. He must have only been searching the streets if his search came up as fruitless as he claimed prior.

    Although, that amount of depth in instruction honestly would not have been necessary, should not have been necessary. Much like the basic common sense of telling your contractor about the abnormally capable undead creature found roaming about in the Outer District. However, such irritations were quelled, they had to be. For his mistake, albeit rather grievous given the capability of the creature they were plotting against, the immortal's work record was near spotless. He merely took some poor advice and ran with it out of desperation. Yes, that had to be it.

    For all of their sakes that had better be it.

    Prixlezub took a small glance down as he heard the pale man's hand connect with the sword upon his hip. Indeed, as much as one would believe that this was an ambush, it all seemed far too deliberate. An ambush would have kept this place completely darkened, concealing a dagger beneath a blackened cloak. Instead, there was no hint of truly murderous intent, but more of a party that wished to keep things concealed and secret, yet curious. Up the stairs the prince ascended, his senses open to the building around them and his honed like a well oiled blade.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Fear on Mon May 19, 2014 7:25 pm

    SLAM!

    Upon both men entering the building fully did the heavy and ancient door loudly shut behind them, shadows ravenously devouring the light of day. The mercenary and his contractor were no longer protected by the sun's warm, uplifting radiance... But perhaps they didn't need to be? A strange aura, everywhere and yet nowhere, brushed up against the men and furtively made contact with their minds. It was a discomforting feeling, like that of a small tug behind your eyes, but nothing was ultimately disturbed; little to be discovered. The sensation came and it went, leaving both Bloodscream and his patron alone. For now, that was.

    The mercenary had already been studied and there was no revived interest in him. The mysterious gentlemen that accompanied him, however? For a moment, if ever so slightly, dozens of glistening eyes reflected his cat-like glow before fading into the enveloping darkness.

    You were quite interesting, contractor.

    A heavy groan escaped these old floorboards as the men ventured further, and the suffocating haze lessened just enough to reveal a crumbling staircase. It led upward to the second floor, besieged with rot and precarious for even the bravest of adventurers, but you both had seen far, far worse. And bested far, far worse. This the presence did not doubt and the onlooking shades loosely moved further about in your peripherals. Upward, gentlemen. Upward to your host and conclusion that you so desperately sought. Dark and unkempt, the second story was no more different than the first. Up here the air was stifling, mold joining the previous scents of death and decay, and there was a general malaise about the vicinity. Musty old books, shaggy tapestries and general neglect... It was the perfect location for a secretive meeting, wouldn't you say? Up ahead were several doors; only one will be significant.

    EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
    A shrill wail filled your heads without warning, something hastily rolling beneath your feet.

    It was none other than two shadows physically forcing themselves past you, your pant legs rustling, as they clawed their way to a looming door at the end of this insidious hall. There were not mere umbrae, however. Once there the two abnormalities twisted their flattened heads to glance at you, eyes beady and twinkling from the distance. Study their features and study them well, for these were not random shades but yours.

    There was a harrowing creak from the door itself and both silhouettes let themselves slip inside, their obscure forms distorting over every texture and protrusion they happened upon. Will you follow? Of course you will, no matter how dark and foreboding the room up ahead may be.

    Should you wish to continue, as undoubtedly you will, the room awaiting your presence was barren. Save for the overall dingy appearance and lack of notable light, there appeared to be nothing inside. You would be foolish to believe what your eyes fed you, however. As with before down at the entrance, the door shut and it could not be opened. Its lock was heard clicking and at once the room began to audibly moan as it shook, dust and wooden particles sifting downward from the water-damaged ceiling. Invisible entities could be heard running all around; claws and nails scratching at the floorboards from all directions. Again, nothing could be seen. Again, a sickly sensation blanketed the area.

    Welcome, greeted the void. A great many somethings bustled about in the darkness and the sound of rattling chains moved about the room. I have been expecting the both of you, and no doubt you wish to possess what it is that you so feverishly seek. Speak, gentlemen, and speak the truth.

    What will you say?
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Bloodscream on Fri May 30, 2014 12:26 pm

    SLAM!

    Well they were certainly in the thick of it now weren't they, well, no way out but through the immortal supposed. As they made their way deeper and deeper into the apartment there were groans and creaks of all sorts to meet them along the way. Truly this place was dilapidated. Still upwards they went, climbing the stairs to meet Heaven knew what. No doubt the judge had something planned, some little show or trick to start off the meeting.

    The second floor was no better off that the first and as they traversed its dust and decay filled halls something began to happen. Bloodscreams hand went to his sword again as shadows of most familiar figures flew beneath their feet. So this was the Judges parlor trick then. Bloodscream was most unamused, but then, when wasn't he? The shadows slipped into a room not too far off. It seemed that was where they were meant to go.

    The room itself was filled with darkness, once inside the door closed on them and the lock was heard. As were...other things. All around them a clatter rose as the dark judge worked his magic. Finally, the damn thing spoke up, I have brought my contractor, as thou wished. Bloodscreams eyes scanned the room for something, anything to give away the position of the judge. Though what good his eyes would do him he wasn't sure.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri May 30, 2014 11:09 pm

    With a slam of the heavy door behind the two, the building was once more enveloped in darkness. An interesting display, but hardly anything that shook or startled the suited man. His gently glowing eyes cast an idle glance around their surroundings once more as they ventured further, finding that while the shadows blocked out much of the house in terms of sight, scent did not appear to be dampened, nor were the prince's keen ears. A small crackle of leathery flesh piqued his senses, as did the scent of rotting flesh on the floor above.

    However, the contractor could not help but notice something tug at the back of his eyes. An odd feeling, nearly alien to Prixlezub's own experience. Likely the work of their acquaintance, he decided. But if the creature of Fear thought to find any information, he would soon notice that the prince's thoughts were not all as human as his disguise lead to believe. Rumbling tones and hissing tongues would be all Fear could detect of the prince's thoughts, enough so that it would give a mortal man a painful migraine from the din alone. Though if he thought to look deeper he would be sorely disappointing. Beyond the alien static, the ghoul would find a seemingly endless void that pulled at his curious tendrils... But if tested it felt firm, unyielding.

    His own amber gaze was reflected back by hundreds more ahead of them briefly, as if hinting at the fallacy of the contractor's form. As for just who and what lay beneath it however... Their host would have to do more than a simple scan to get to the bottom of things.

    Floorboards groaned, and the dark lifted a little once more to show a old, rotted staircase leading up to the second floor. A glance around suggested that their host liked to keep things contained, as behind and to the sides the shadows remained thick and from what he could see they were moving. Curious but seemingly passive, the suited man continued on, moving himself behind and to the side of Bloodscream as they walked up the stairs to the hall. Stifling, stale air greeted them, mold saturating the already strong odor of deathly scents. Although one stood out among the the rest. Straight ahead he could smell an especially strong scent of decay, coupled with more acidic undertones through the wooden door. The suited man moved himself to Bloodscream's right and traveled with him abreast. Passing the rows of books, their silent walk was suddenly interrupted by a clamorous shriek, something audibly whipping past his legs but not felt.

    The shadows of both contractor and mercenary clawed their way to the door, turning to glare at them in a manner best described as menacing before the door finally opened with a creak. Beyond their dark escorts lay a barren, pitch black room. Of course, nothing was as it seemed. While the shadows continued about the room and an ethereal voice filled his and Bloodscream's head, the man's gaze kept itself forward, focused on something beyond the void. The scent of ripe, acidic decay, despite the echoes of chains, remained in front of them.

    "Greetings, I have been looking forward to meeting you. Hopefully we have not taken overlong." Came the man's reply, a polite, deep rumble to the cloaked creature's hiss. However, the man could not help but find this creature's request to be vague. "As you know, the village of Lochlann itself has not taken our interest, but what lurks within it. It is unfortunate that you had been sent, alas the past cannot be changed but you have acquired information most useful to our interests. We humbly wish to know what you both have seen and found, in detail." The contractor stated respectfully. "This includes the data your friend acquired."

    However, the man apparently had some curiosity of his own aside from what the undead creature had managed to learn from his encounter, as he spoke up once more. "If I may be so bold, I have heard often that my presence be requested for this meeting. I take it there is a sensible reason, but could you please be so kind as to humor an old sinner?" Underneath the man's diplomatic exterior however, an answer was already formed.

    This one wished to know who wanted to spy on demons and why.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Fear on Sun Jun 01, 2014 5:45 am

    Boring as always, mercenary. The presence ceased toying with Bloodscream's silvery locks and instead directed itself at the one who hissed and rumbled; the one whose tongue was harsher than any blade struck upon stone, deeper than any thunder left to tumble within the darkest of spring clouds. Fascinating... This contractor, this suited fabrication, knew how to employ defensive guards around the mind. It would seem that not everyone on this infantile world was as vulnerable as previously believed. Whatever he was and who, the presence concerned itself not. All will be revealed in due time and, perhaps, within several minutes. It, too, left the contractor's mind and was sensible to avoid prying further.

    The Puppet... wrote:"I have brought my contractor, as thou wished."
    ...and the Master wrote:"Greetings, I have been looking forward to meeting you. Hopefully we have not taken overlong."

    At last...

    Shadows pulled about the room, thick and heavy, with hazy bodies draping themselves upon whatever surface available. They did not, of course, violate the sanctity of their master's guests. Likewise, returned an inhuman hiss. The general feeling of this meeting was strictly mutual, as the presence was well aware that both guests were strikingly powerful. So you wish to know more about the demon that lurks within Lochlann's unassuming depths. A predictable inquiry. Chains rattled and the room seemingly convulsed as a pair of searing, white-hot pinpricks burned through the suffocating void. They traveled around both mercenary and contractor, unevenly floating while carried upon gentle footsteps. I have encountered the demon that plagues your minds, said the disembodied voice. And I have seen what it has done to the populace of the fishing village. You will no longer find them, I assure you. There were culled long, long ago. Undoubtedly the contractor was not interested about a handful of mortals, however.

    An old sinner... What a strange choice of words. But to answer your question, yes. Yes, you will be humoured. A fixated "grin" soon emerged and the eyes were no longer alone. Your presence was requested because I wish to make a formal complaint. Your hired hand, the one known simply as Bloodscream... The ethereal visage pulled back into darkness and quickly reappeared near the contractor's side, the one closest to the shadowy veil. He sent my associate and I to this village under false pretenses. Had we known that there was a demon dwelling within Lochlann's sleepy boundaries, we would not have so stupidly encroached upon its territory. We were setup.

    And the price had nearly been unforgivable.

    Irritation seeped through the void and the floating specter returned to the front. We would like punishment, yes... Your mercenary tricked us, took us for fools, and I do not forget a slight. Because of his unprofessional actions the demon is now aware of two things: your desire to further study it, and the knowledge of my existence. It is an insidious creature and already I fear it has begun its counterattack. Expect a merciless retaliation to you and your clandestine motives.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Bloodscream on Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:22 pm

    It seems this night would prove fruitful after all, though perhaps not in the ways that either the Prince, nor he, nor the judge had suspected. The judges own words betrayed what may well have been a trace of nervousness, it seemed that even this fatal specter feared the demon of lochlann in some regards. A most interesting tid bit of information.

    As for the judges desire for punishment and the tongue lashing that Bloodscream was receiving and would no doubt continue to receive in spades, none of it mattered. On the outside Bloodscream appeared aloof and a tad annoyed at the Judges words. On the inside....

    The end justifies the means

    And there were details to which the judge was not quite privy to. Details that he would never be privy to. So let him think what he would. This thorn would be dealt with soon.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:46 am

    A wise decision on their host's part.

    The miasma of shadows continued to swirl about the room, close but never to the point of suffocating. Their purpose was merely to keep their private conversation only that; private. At least that was what would transpire if the ghoul knew better. The tone of the shrouded Judge remained impartial, even as it was projected into their minds. Quietly the contractor listened and pondered, although un-surprised when the topic of the villagers was brought to light. Of course the populace had been diminished to nothing but a foul odor upon the wind, unseen and unheard but revolting all the same. While the method of their demise was a brief curiosity within the business man's mind, he could figure a number of ways they could have been killed and carted off already.

    The sound of rattling chains and gentle footsteps tickled the man's ears, his amber eyes idly following scent more than sight as the two pin-pricks of light hovered about the room. Sight and Hearing could be fooled easily, but scent required something tangible for those tied to the affairs of mortals. If replicated they were shallow, lacking body. But a true scent however, the depth it carried was without compare. Like the strong odor of decay and acids, laced with leather, iron, blood and thick linen. Below that? Subtle hints of fertile earth, rubber and asphalt. Hardly anything was a mystery to this suit's nose.

    The image of eyes and a glowing grin was now next to his shoulder, emerging from the veil. In a way it reminded him of one who wished to spread an odd sort of rumor.

    No, an unwitting fishing village was not of the dark skinned man's concern. Coupled with the images and sensations already burned into his memory, their fates were already known. The methods and abilities of this infernal being however, their enigmatic alibis and motivations were far more tantalizing. However, as the ghoul went on it became apparent that there was a certain unease and displeasure about this situation from the Judge, namely regarding the silver-haired immortal. Ah, so that was why he wished to see both him and Bloodscream. An interest of revenge was clear on the ghoul's mind, but though it appeared focused on the mercenary, the demon figured there was something more to this organized rendezvous. The contractor patiently waited until their informant had finished with his demands, a neat hand raising to idly stroke his chin.

    Lies, deceit, yes it all was enough to fan some burning flames of dramatic passion. However, there was one detail that did not add up. "False pretenses?" He rumbled, turning his gaze from the now grinning face in the darkness to the immortal mercenary. "My associate's occupation may not be the most glamorous, but he retains honor. Enough so that I doubt he would mind repeating exactly what had been said to you on the eve of your agreement." He noted. The mercenary may not have said demon in those exact words, but hint was given should have been reason enough for caution. To say that it was a fluffy bunny or kitten that used fears against its adversaries, would that have been more appealing? "From what Bloodscream has mentioned to me, you had not maintained your part of the bargain to a crisp tee either."

    That stunt with trying to dangle him off the side of a cliff after dragging him through the forest, for instance. He was certain that could be considered a 'set-up' as well.

    "A demon is still an entity, is it not? And if you were sent by my associate, one would deduce it to be rather malicious." He replied evenly, the man's amber gaze drifting to the grinning visage. "I recall being told you had a friend with you as well, a vehicle capable of speech. He had given you warning of what you were about to trifle with as well." He added, even and pondering in tone. Yes, none had mentioned bluntly that there was something horrid and demonic in Lochlann, but the signs were still there for those with the wit to see it through. Much like how the contractor could see through the ghoul's own pretense as well.

    Returning his hand to settle at his side, the man's steely gaze turned thoughtful as his features relaxed. "You say you wish to see my mercenary punished for his actions, correct?" The ghoul needn't answer as he went on. " Had you been able to encounter something more tangible, something you could overpower and dominate...Would you feel the same way, I wonder." He reasoned, pausing a moment before continuing to the heart of the matter. "You wish for Bloodscream's head because he is easy to grasp in comparison to the demon. Yes, I could punish him, even decapitate him here and now... But you would only be temporarily satisfied. The core of your distaste for this humble mercenary stems not from slight, but humiliation and defeat. You encountered something greater than you in that village, and it dragged out a part of you that never should have reached the surface of your being." The contractor deduced with a resonating rumble. Even his old eyes could see what simmered behind that perpetual grin. "If you still wish to take vengeance on Bloodscream, I invite you to do so. Such matters of honor are between you and him and he is not so cowardly as to back down from a fight. But, I will not claim vengeance in your name, this I make clear." Clear with the return of his stern gaze, frown lines made visible on his tan face.

    "Otherwise, I am well aware of the demon's epiphany. Since Bloodscream's empty-handed return in fact." The contractor evenly stated. The fact that the most the mercenary could provide was the scandalous truth of the demon's complexion and child-bearing hips was quite enough for him to catch on. Talk of wishing for the mercenary's head aside, the suit held no interest in entertaining passions for long. "The mob, it has dispersed, correct? Your unlife has not been disturbed by the proverbial torches and pitchforks that loomed in the wake of Mar's return. In this we have provided our end of the bargain, it is only appropriate that we gain what was agreed upon. If you wish for additional, reasonable compensation to cover your personal damages, it can be arranged."

    All the ghoul needed was to name his price.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Fear on Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:25 pm

    Make no mistake, mercenary. The Dark Judge did not fear whatever terror lurked beneath Lochlann's sleepy streets. Instead, Judge Fear knew nothing but unadulterated hatred towards the demon. How dare such a creature think to trick a Judge of the law? Bloodscream ought not to be spared from the ghoul's wrath as well, and yet...

    We did what was asked of us, came a succinct response. And yet the contractor thought to protect his hired hand, perhaps of the misguided belief that Judge Fear could do little in the scheme of politics. This was only half-right, for the undead fiend's desire for retribution was second to his dislike of mortal shenanigans. Your mercenary, began an acerbic Judge Fear, had simply informed my accomplice and I of a thing dwelling within Lochlann. He spoke of this thing able to use fears against its adversaries but that was all. A vague description by any objective means. If the contractor wished to argue semantics then let him know that he was barking up the wrong tree. A Judge first and foremost, the ghoul was not a stranger to the verbal arena lawyers were often fond of. And as for the ghoul's end of the bargain? And if the mercenary was as any honourable as you now vouch, he would have told you that we fulfilled our agreement in a satisfying manner. After all, we were to draw the creature out so he could observe it. Are you to tell me that Bloodscream, a man who had hid within the surrounding forest with a clear view of everything, could not adequately witness what unfolded within the town's square?

    Here the Dark Judge drew back into the darkness and disappeared completely from sight, a loud hissing audible. Not for long, however, as soon Bloodscream's very voice echoed throughout the void. As for my price, as thou has already gathered from Miss Hallow, we are in need of thou's ability to turn the fears of others against them. There is something dwelling within the fishing town of Lochlann. It also uses the fears of others against them. Thou shall go to lochlann and use thine own abilities against it. I wish to observe the outcome. And so it was said with perfect remembrance...

    The Dark Judge let the mercenary's words hang within the silence before reclaiming his right to speak. You speak as if encountering a demon is commonplace, he noted. Why was that, contractor? With such talk and assumptions, one would be inclined to think that you were a demon yourself. The hissing mind, the illusion of normalcy... Yes, yes. The contractor had something to hide - something to covet.

    Only the wicked kept secrets from the just.

    My associate may be a machine capable of great thought, but even machines have their limitations. After all, are not demons that of myths and legends to many? What business does a machine, a creation of logical thought, have with knowledge of the arcane? We are from different worlds, contractor. Whereas demons may be inherent to yours, they are not to mine and my associate's. Your argument is a fallacy. This was not the only matter that left a sour taste in the Dark Judge's mouth, though. The contractor, for all his worth, spoke like any tried and true politician. Rhetoric, a silver tongue, reluctance to take a stand... Judge Fear had no patience for such worthless talk. He was a spirit of conviction, a Judge who took matters into his own righteous hands and showed no leniency to the iniquitous!

    The glowing visage dwindled and slowly rocked back and forth, Judge Fear shaking his head with growing disappointment the more he listened to these diplomatic words. No, contractor. I wish for the mercenary's head because he had tricked us; because he had been dishonest. I care not for being humiliated and shown the flaws in perfection. The demon's influence had revealed much that requires studious thought, and for that I should be grateful. Of course the Dark Judge was not going to openly reveal his emotions to these meddlesome business partners.

    He will, however, admit that seeing his own faults had provided for deep reflection.

    A mob, yes. Or should I say... a mob of your own manipulative devising? Aside from the idiocy that is Jak Mar, the ghoul had yet to encounter anything pertaining to such a mob. Indeed, he would come to never see it mentioned or spoke of ever again. It is of my personal belief that your mercenary took advantage of the situation and misconstrued the facts for your gain. There was no mob, just as there was no immediate danger. It was all an elaborate ruse. A small gathering of perhaps two or three persons, but surely no bloodthirsty mob out for my immortal unlife. And both the mercenary and his contractor will he hard-pressed to argue otherwise, for Jak Mar could hardly find his own nose if it wasn't attached to his face.

    Enabler of Mountebanks wrote:"In this we have provided our end of the bargain, it is only appropriate that we gain what was agreed upon."

    Two can play this game and Judge Fear simply gazed upon his present company with an air of vindication. But dear contractor, he rasped, presence shifting about the room, you already have what was owed to you. Did not Bloodscream observe what had happened down in Lochlann's town square? If he could recall to you his exact contract, he can certainly elaborate upon the demon's exact methods of operation. Ah, if only the mercenary had been at the heart of the demon's little game...

    To reason with the law was to bribe it, and Judge Fear was not a spirit who heartily engaged in such loathsome conduct. There is, of course, much your precious mercenary did not discover. However, our contract was for him to observe, not to draw upon the knowledge that I, myself, had witnessed. Need I remind you that the key clause in our initial agreement was for him to observe the outcome? He saw a demon at the end of our skirmish and that satisfies his clumsy wording just enough. If the contractor wanted to know more about their plated foe and how they worked their nefarious ministrations, then the suit needed to sing a better tune. Otherwise, the Dark Judge will take his secrets to the eternal grave.

    Arguing with a corpse will not prove easy, for spooky scary skeletons rarely yielded quietly.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jun 28, 2014 2:16 am

    Protecting? No, think more of it as dangling the immortal just out of reach...

    Of course the Judge did what was asked of him, at least partially. Despite Fear's shortness and sour tone, the contractor's posture remained upright and dignified, his face showing nothing that could be read outright. He could vent his irritation as subtly as he wished, nary a word worthy enough to bite at or surrender his composure over. Yes, the contractor was well versed in semantics, but was not anyone in business who wished to come out on top? The moment one lost their calm was when they lost an advantage, regardless of how smooth one's tongue was. How interesting it was though that Bloodscream's voice echoed from the void that Fear's face once inhabited. Albeit it seemed rather convenient that the ghoul would sooner quote the mercenary than the mercenary speak himself.

    However, as time told; a man, mortal an immortal alike, tended more towards the bluntest honesty available if it meant dragging the one they spited most through the mud. So far, he had not heard the mercenary speak up against the canned message, so all signs pointed... to truth.

    The contractor took a few moments, pondering over the evidence provided before speaking once more. "I can agree that he would be able to see the demon quite clearly." He admitted tolerably, "However, sight does not always have the answer, wherein your involvement and your associate's came into purpose. You possess a divine insight, a talent beyond merely the ability to kill with a single gaze. Your vehicle, while it may not be able to comprehend what it had seen, the data collected is still concrete, is it not?" The contractor explained, taking a small pause before continuing, his gaze glancing over the pallid man. "However, this statement from my mercenary changes some things. You see, I remember giving a specific set of instructions, and none of what he said or gained seems to follow them..."

    As for the matter regarding the demon however, the tan skinned man allowed a small, amused chuckle to roll from the depths of his breast. Suspect him of being a demon? Ah, it was not every day that one assumed so much. He turned his gaze back to the shrouded figure "My assumptions come from study and experience. Ah, but then again, it is said we are all demons, rulers of our own personal hell in our lives." He replied evenly, indulging philosophically for a moment before regaining his even tone. "But I digress, as this conversation is about business, is it not? Inclinations can be discussed later on when more appropriate." For instance, an actual building, where the ghoul wasn't trying to whisper in his ears and float around like a wisp of smoke. Although, was it not also true that the just kept secrets from the wicked and innocent alike?

    Perhaps it was not wickedness, but care that prevented the Dark Judge from seeing all the contractor had to bare.

    "I am aware of the differences in our worlds, but therein would be where we would step in. To keep all that data to yourself, that your associate cannot comprehend and you being unable to decipher due to its short comings, it all sounds rather wasteful. Consider the possibilities of giving the information to one that could actually read what it had to offer, enhance and translate to better know what we are up against." He offered, taking a moment to let it sink in. "Which sounds better to you? I can see you are an upholder of justice, it seems rather immobile of you to sit upon a pile of information while ignorant to what it could mean. Justice, I have seen, is better carried out when aided with enlightenment." If a computer as advanced as the one the vehicle housed could not comprehend it, and the Dark Judge was unwilling to part with it despite a lack of proper analysis, it all sounded very much like one who was stubborn for their gains. All stubbornness would gain was more time for the sleeping demon in Lochlann to build, and then they both would be burning in whatever torturous scheme it weaved within its claws. With the way the ghoul kept talking of the vehicle as an accomplice and an associate, he doubted that he would wish to witness the vehicle fall into the wrong hands...

    Or claws, in this case.

    Again, the ghoul was drawn back to his desire for justice, the scales pining to be tipped back into their equal levels. Of course, while he admitted that the demon allowed for studious thought, the contractor knew better than to believe such a statement outright. It left a half demon and an immortal completely revolted to the point of refusing to return to the inner limits of the fishing village, even the undead would have trouble repelling something of that psychological magnitude. A pity that it left the ghoul so thick. "Was there no immediate danger? Indeed, the Mar child is idiotic at the most optimistic of verdicts, but the people of this city, while they gallivant around freely there is no true interest in law, especially yours. The moment they sense a single strain on their freedom they tend to mobilize against it." He explained methodically, the case that Fear was involved in should be enough to prove this point. "In targeting Mar, you had shown a possible restraint on freedoms, albeit from an idiotic standpoint. In the time you had been away, the boy had already enlisted the aid of a strong telepath and a demon lord, one who had particular interest in your vehicle and the numbers to spirit it away. I would consider myself lucky, if I were in your placement, that it had not been one of more competence who arranged them." Like the one who was standing before the shrouded ghoul, his stature so regal and dignified. "It is not always numbers that win the day here, but strength and experience." He finished evenly. With the obvious lack of experience this ghoul was showing, it was evident that neither he nor his vehicle would be able to outlast even the diminutive numbers Jak had managed to arrange, albeit sloppily.

    However, that was merely semantics, as the ghoul would say.

    The topic drifted back around to the matter of what was originally the reason for bringing them all here; the contract. At the ghoul's own methods of semantics, the contractor gave a firm shake of his head, keeping his gaze on the ghoul as he followed the origin of his scent. "His contract is not my contract. As I said earlier, his incompetence has changed my perception of this ordeal. While I stay by my word of refusing to take vengeance in your name, he has proven to have shown an inability to follow what I had instructed him. Therein, a punishment is rightfully due." His gaze turned back to the immortal as he took a step back and walked around to his other side, "However, due to his nature, an execution would not be fitting nor would it be effective." With a quick sweep of his thick hand, the contractor pulled forth the very sword that the mercenary held sheathed at his hip. As he looked over the blade with glowing amber eyes, it briefly flashed upwards to the mercenary as he stood in the room. The contractor rounded about to the pale man's front, studying both him and his weapon of choice for a brief moment longer, before suddenly taking firm hold of it by the handle and shoving it through his gut, aided by a thrust from his free palm that backed it.

    "Apologies, Bloodscream, but in business it pays to stand by one's principles." He rumbled into the immortal's ear, before firmly planting the sword down into the floorboards, dragging the immortal down with it to pin him there. As for the contractor? He slowly turned about to face the ghoul once more, although his form did not seem all there.

    Wavering and billowing in the darkness like a thick smoke, the illusion of a man began to lose its form and grow, until a suffocating cloud, dark and humid with an odd static filled it to the point where even the shadows were engulfed. From within the mass of inky black, six eyes peered forth, burning like hot coals. "I trust you understand what this means as well, correct?" The rumbling voice stated. It's very sound filled the room, rattled the windows to the point where they threatened to surrender and shatter. However, even with such voluptuous tone, it remained at an even, calm tone. "I give you my mercenary, his failures and shortcomings purified from his form and your conscience, but in exchange you must choose. Either you give what we need, or we will find a way to take it ourselves, wherein there will be no shadows for you to seek solace." He rumbled, voice resonating about the dilapidated structure. For a moment the formless mass began to shift and swell before finally...

    CR-CRACKOOM!

    A powerful gale, strong enough to shatter the aged windows and shake the building to its foundations exploded from where both man and mist once existed. Sounds turned into a dull ring, forms and shapes distorted, the world becoming a mass of swirling confusion as whatever the contractor had done took effect. Outside however, there would be another sound,a sight and sensation that could not be replicated from mere man alone in such a short amount of time.

    Bwooom...
                 Bwooom...
                                Bwoooo...


    All encompassing darkness took hold within a four block radius of the house Fear had chosen. No glow of a television, nor the buzzing of phone lines could be detected as the power in the encompassing area died. However, this unsettling coincidence was nothing compared to what the ghoul would begin to smell once the effects of the sudden explosion wore off...

    Smoke. The crackle of burning wood filled their ears and the room, no, the entire upper floor was aglow with flame. Already it ate at the walls, devoured the floor and threatened to lick at the ghoul next. Flickering, hungry and steadily advancing, the flames died down for no one and the shattered windows only encouraged them to spring forward. High time for the ghoul to retreat and ponder his audience with the mysterious contractor.




    The building has been set ablaze and all electronic devices have been shut down in a four block radius.

    Meanwhile, Bloodscream is left to be slowly burned alive with the building as tribute. Hocka-locka-hey!


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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Fear on Fri Jul 04, 2014 2:02 am

    The mercenary's contract dealt with sight alone and nothing more, Judge Fear was adamant to point out. Naturally the Dark Judge and his automated cohort had a plethora of information that the contractor desperately wanted, but therein lied the caveat: Bloodscream had never asked for their share of the data collected. In this regard and concerning mere words alone, the ghoul's obligation had been perfectly met. It is concrete and indeed valid, but you are not privy to it. And most likely never will be, should this meaningless drivel continue.

    Again the contractor thought to hide behind his thin veil of double-meanings and cryptic word usage; neither pleased the Dark Judge and, instead, only roused his irritation to even further heights. Yes, business, he reiterated dryly. Who did the contractor think he was fooling, another pale-skinned puppet?

    Contractor wrote:"To keep all that data to yourself, that your associate cannot comprehend and you being unable to decipher due to its short comings, it all sounds rather wasteful."

    Hissing rang out from the void, the ghoul's incorporeal minions skittering in the darkness.

    I shall be the judge of the information's worth. A predictable response, given the undead fiend's righteous profession. Judge Fear once again moved about the room, but this time he choose to do so out of a desire to keep from assuming a stagnant position within it. Correction, contractor, you mean to use this data to better your position. The foul creature within Lochlann, after all, will develop a vendetta against you and your mute associate. Of what reason did it have to keep pursuing Judge Fear and K.A.R.R.? The demon was already aware that staring into the Dark Judge's helm was a foolish move, and K.A.R.R. could not be so easily deceived. I think it better to watch you both squirm as the fires of Hell claim you, personally, he answered bluntly. If anyone wished to uphold justice and remain diligent, it was the Dark Judge. But, really, why did this concern his jurisdiction? All I see are two meddlers who are in way over their unnatural heads. Neither of you are living and, therefore, I have no business fretting about your clandestine affairs. And if the likelihood that coveting this information allowed the demon within Lochlann to unleash untold destruction upon this world, destroying the Breach? All the more better for Judge Fear and his philosophy.

    More talk of the would-be mob, more talk of Mar; the Dark Judge openly snarled in disgust and thought such concepts trite. I would hardly call anything immediate danger, he evenly rebutted. You cannot kill what does not live, and Judge Fear had no anxieties of an untimely demise. Containment, maybe. But never complete and absolute demise. Next time I shall simply let the boy amass his mob and approach me. Perhaps then I will be spared business propositions and half-attempts at being courted. Along with killing Mar and his little companions, as well. Such a welcomed thought.

    Bloodscream's contract is not the contractor's contract?

    Then of what business are we even here? Seemed counter-intuitive to the Dark Judge! But perhaps Judge Fear spoke too soon, as the contractor began to take actions into his own hands. Finally... A sword was plunged into Bloodscream's gut and something euphoric conquered the ghoul's senses, a pleased and tight exhale freed from the abyss. Do go on... And the contractor surely did, Bloodscream swiftly pinned to the rotten floorboards like a helpless babe. It was not death and certainly not final, but the humiliation was tantalizing enough. However...

    However, the contractor began to change and Judge Fear detected an overwhelming surge of life energy. Whaaaat? he asked, the shadows ebbing from the sudden light. By now it was pointless to play this little game of hide-and-seek and the Dark Judge forwent his cover. A flick of his hand was all it took and at last the ghoul was revealed to the undulating mass.

    It spoke to him with enough force to rupture glass, but the Dark Judge was not something to be smashed and offhandedly swept away.

    "Your intimidation means nothing to me," he spoke, tone loudly reverberating within the chamber and matching the contractor's deafening volume. Together the two unnatural entities had reached a stalemate, with neither wishing to concede to the other. Might as well, for Judge Fear had become dogged in his stunted age. "You have given me an empty bargain, demon. Bloodscream shall not yield to his wounds and you know this well. His disgrace is worthy of my approval, but you severely underestimate its value." The ghoul was not afraid of this amorphous mass the same how he was not afraid of Mar and his precious little posse. He defiantly stared down the blinding energy before him and showed no indication of submitting. "Off with you," Judge fear hissed, disinterested. "And take your lackluster dealings straight to whatever pit you've crawled from. The law knows no sympathy for the reprehensible."

    CR-CRACKOOM!
    And thus the world descended into darkness...

    An unseen shockwave, violent and extraordinary, sent the Dark Judge reeling. His decrepit spine forcefully hit the back wall and he tumbled down upon his bony knees. The blow was not enough to gravely wound him, however, and soon Judge Fear rose to his towering stature. Unfazed and silent, his otherworldly gaze took note of the building's worsening state. Fire, smoke, ash... Yes, the telltale signs of a demon's infernal work. He boldly approached the fallen Bloodscream and knelt beside the mercenary, unconcerned with the crumbling world hungry to consume them in flame.

    "This isn't over," he heatedly told the man. After that the Dark Judge took his leave, Judge Fear throwing himself through a second-story window with reckless abandon. He will concern himself with the demon and his terms later, when his temper has been quelled. For now, though, there was an automobile he needed to rendezvous with.

    The resulting blackout could not be good for the vehicle's circuitry.
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    Re: Beware the Bagged Sugar

    Post by Bloodscream on Fri Jul 11, 2014 3:19 am

    The next sequence of events happened all rather quickly and got quite out of control. Lets try and take it slow to recap, alright?  Things had been looking rather in their favor at the start. The two of them out numbered and easily over powered the Dark Judge. So even if negotiations went south they would be able to work with what they were given.

    Things never really did go his way,

    Words words words. The reason Bloodscream had conceded the floor to the Prince was to give him the appearance of being his contractor. As well as having to spare them, from what Bloodscream had assumed as he had assumed that they were on the same page, from repeating each other. He had believed that the Prince would know that he would not lie, would not be made incompetent in his work, would not allow himself to be so.

    Instead his trust in the other was made to work against him. Confidence was seen as admittance, and the blade that pierced his breast was painful to say the least. The weapon, forged by his own hand was more painful than any mere mortal steel or cold iron. And what was more, to be seen as incompetent and left pierced to the ground as if he was nothing more than an insignificant insect. To be discarded as if he was simply some replaceable pawn. When he had been the one to do all the work. To put his neck on the line and risk his life and his sanity. He had been dragged through the forest like a rag doll! Thrown his pride to the wind in order for them to successfully receive their information.

    The Princes words were as always cryptic and as the flames grew higher and Bloodscream was left there to rot, so did his anger. In the end this had all better be some sort of elaborate ruse on the Princes part, otherwise...

    Bloodscream removed the blade from his chest, painfully, and then sheathed the blade. The whole building was coming down, and by the time he actually made it outside the building's roof had collapsed. He smelled of burned wood and skin, and he would require time to heal from his wounds, especially the one in his chest.

    Then he would find the Prince and give him a piece of his mind.

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