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    Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:29 pm

    Time: 8:00 PM
    Date: April 10, 0004

    After a visit to the iniquitous and maddening Sanctuary, Judge Mortis' claws were twitching eagerly to dispense some justice to the sinful population of the city. Alas, while he would have gladly done so within that building, one too many things were going against him. The populace, obstructed from judgement behind a strange barrier, protected from his righteous touch of decay. What sort of land allowed the living to exist so freely, without the presence of death eternal? How could this world protect them from what should be the logical and inevitable justice that he and his brother so wished to give unto these criminal beings...

    "Ssssss..." A puzzling question if the ghoul had ever thought of one. Death being only temporary, and places within the world that obstructed the fulfillment of justice. This land could only be a cesspool of criminal activity, a place like the Mega-City that only served to be more infuriating without the presence of Judges. Judge Mortis pondered this further as he continued to walk further into the Outer District, the vehicle known as KARR having already turned and taken his leave to do other things after transporting him here. Following alongside was Judge Fear and the entity known as Death, a rather loud innocent, but innocent all the same in death.

    While the sheep-skulled ghoul could not find a bit of righteous sense within this land, it was easily figured that perhaps it could be better understood and maybe even thwarted after he started to get back into the swing of things. "I thank you for joining us to dissspence jussstice." Mortis hissed to Death after passing a few derelict buildings."The more aid we have in judging this iniquitousss city, the sssooner thiss world can be purged." From what his brother Fear had mentioned, this place especially was a breeding ground for crime, and in the evening hours, Mortis figured that right about now would be when the criminals would start to emerge from the shadows. All they would have to do is look.

    The very thought alone made the Dark Judge's claws twitch and curl eagerly as he continued to shamble down the road.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Thu Apr 10, 2014 9:00 pm

    And so his brother had at last been exposed to the aggravating box of fallacies that was the Sanctuary. No doubt a shock felt down to his very just core, but an important shock nevertheless. The Dark Judge kept alongside his brother, Judge Mortis, and the loud innocent known as Death; pensive and favouring caution. There was much to think about as the trio journeyed through Portal City's outer district, two pairs of claws eager to initiate a round of purges.

    After passing a few dilapidated structures and stepping over gargantuan potholes, Mortis vocally expressed his gratitude at their skeletal company. Judge Fear was not quick to speak up, having since known that Death was more passive than his Judge counterparts, and instead kept his gaze level with the broken road. It will be good for his brother to jump feet-first into the usual routine and wise up, he thought. This world... It was like nothing either of them had ever encountered, and that made it all the more perilous. The sooner both Dark Judges returned to their former strength and could operate freely as they once had, the easier it will be to crush any opposition that may come their way. Like the woman from earlier in the Sanctuary, for example. There was something about the way she began leaving hints of proposals to various individuals... Individuals that may prove disagreeable in the future. Death had been one such fellow, although Judge Fear was initially hesitant to consider the boisterous entity one to partake in a double-cross.

    This was, of course, hard to say. So long as Death received names and faces and became one soul closer to Judgement Day, he ought to be appeased. That having been said, he may one day turn elsewhere if neither of the Dark Judges proved useful to his goals.

    Such a betrayal must never be allowed to pass. Enough, however. They had sinners to judge.

    "Thisss isss far enough," Judge Fear stated, coming to a halt in the midst of a crack-ridden intersection. No automobiles were within his sight and he swiveled his gaze accordingly. "We start here and sssyssstematically work our way deeper within." There was an abundance of life, although it was not outright visible in plain sight. The rats would have to be drawn out. "I detect an unacceptable level of life in our presssence, hidden from view. Mortisss, I will allow you the honoursss thisss time around. Choosssse, and I ssshall faithfully follow."
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Lord Death on Thu Apr 10, 2014 11:28 pm

    They traveled from the Sanctuary in that singular fashion, with the assistance of that ever so odd motorized conveyance with a name, though eventually it was left behind in favor of their own skeletal/rotting/green feet. So yay for feet. Not that any of them were particularly cheerful as one of their number shambled along, another strode cautiously to the side, and the last almost seemed to float, though that was mostly because his gait wasn't impeded by fleshly connections, his legs moving in tandem, connected by some force rather than a physical joint that could jar up and down to create an irregular gait.

    The rotting one was quite eager, the mostly-preserved one less so. The rotting one was also not quite appraised of the finer points of their arrangement, though Death made no effort to fix the potential problem. It would all become clear in time, as Death followed behind the other two as it had always done, whether they had been aware of it or not, whether he had been physically manifested or not.

    This place was familiar, Death knew that somewhere below was the sewer system he had emerged from initially, his now defunct robes smelling of muck as he was nearly run down by a vehicle. If the same happened this time, he would be prepared to obtain the vehicle and those he accompanied would be prepared to remove the living from inside it.

    LEAD ON, FELLOWS. I WILL FOLLOW, AS ALWAYS.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Fri Apr 11, 2014 12:06 am

    Mortis came to a stop as Judge Fear halted, looking to his brother in undeath as he stated that they had walked far enough into the ghettos and run down parts of the city to begin their judgement. Good, he could detect their unjust lives close by as well. In the abandoned buildings, the alleyways, further down the street and on the ones over. There were so many to judge, and so little time. An eager hiss escaped the ghoul's skull as his brother had given him the honor of choosing where to cast judgement first. His claws curled at the thought of rotting a criminal down the bone, if possible given his weakness.

    "Very well, brother." He replied, his skull swiveling towards a rather promising dark alleyway. "We ssstart there, in the alley. I detect an ample amount of life in itsss ssshade." Judge Mortis directed, pointing a gnarled claw towards the cracked asphalt and dark shadows that lay between two old, boarded up buildings. As for Death, the ghoul found it interesting that he said he would follow without mention of delivering justice as well. Perhaps he had been wrong in thinking he would purge alongside the Judges...

    Mortis lowered his claw as he shambled forward, clawed feet raking upon the paved ground as he approached. Turning the corner he reached out, hissing as he announced his presence. "Greetingsss Sssinnersss! We have come to Judge you."

    Who would they find hiding within the shadows?
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Apr 11, 2014 2:13 pm

    So you boys thought to have a night around town, huh...

    "Yo Nath, whaddaya think of these lines?"
    "Huh, they look pretty sweet. You workin' off the clock, Benji?"

    This wasn't just an alleyway where bums came to sleep or piss. This was the The Corridor, property of the Cobalt Sons, and this is where they practiced their tagging. Every inch of these battered walls was covered in spray paint, be it from blaring reds to soothing violets. Mean-looking dogs, ferocious beasts, gorgeous women, and even a few vulgar pictographs of a man's genitalia; if you could imagine it, it was here in the form of art and pride. Two taggers were perfecting their signature lines in the front opening closest to the street, while additional members of the Cobalt Sons lingered in the shadowy back. It was not possible through human means to determine just how many individuals were minding their own business in The Corridor, save of the two young adults up front.

    A budding artist and new recruit, Nathan "Nath" Abernathy has lived on this strange world for about three years come next month. He was a lanky kid, not really meant for bruising, but don't let appearances fool you; from head to toe the boy was covered in lean, chiseled muscle and he was meant for speed. His preferred style of choice was a hand-decorated tank-top sporting creations of his own imaginative designs, along with baggy jeans and over-sized shoes. In both hands he carried two cans of paint filled with vibrant colours he had mixed himself.

    At Nath's side and having been a member of the Cobalt Sons longer, Benjamin "Benji" Poole was the extra muscle to his friend's agility. Tall, broad-shouldered and always having admired Nath's artwork, Benji thought himself somewhat of the younger man's guardian. The gang life wasn't for everyone and not many within the Cobalt Sons thought very highly of Nath. Aside from his artwork and free spirit, veteran members had seen his friend like he was just a "kid"; a wannabe gangster who couldn't tell shit from his dick.

    Yeah, there weren't a lot of nice people in the Cobalt Sons. Then again, there weren't a lot of nice people in the Outer District to begin with.

    "I guess you could say that," Nath laughed, giving one of his cans a good shake. "Ain't got much else to do after school, ya know? Mom and Dad be workin' damn near around the clock, and I get lonely sitting on my ass watchin' Gran. And don't worry, Benji; I made sure to have her dinner ready by the time she wakes up from her crypt-nap."

    Benji rolled his brown eyes and couldn't help but smirk. "That's cold, bro. You can't be callin' your grandma's nap the sleep of the dead. What if you she, ya know, actually kicks the bucket? Whatcha gon' do then?"

    "I don't know," his friend shrugged, laying down a few crisp lines. "Feel really bad about it, I guess? Death's natural, bro."

    Somehow Benji wasn't buying it, but he knew better than to keep this conversation going. "Uh-huh." With a quiet sigh the larger of the two resigned to shake his head and was ready to head back down The Corridor. Was being the keyword, because he caught wind of three odd shadows in the corner of his eye. If you don't know anything about the gang life, there's a lesson: never ever let yourself grow complacent. Thinking it was perhaps a rival gang coming to start some noise, Benji whipped his torso forward and withdrew his pistol.

    "Yo, who's there!?" he loudly demanded.
    Nath instantly ducked upon seeing the gun, a hand covering his head. "Shit!"

    ??? wrote:"Greetingsss Sssinnersss! We have come to Judge you."

    What the - !? Was that a... Was that a sheep's skull?

    Benji didn't lower his gun and he most certainly didn't like the feeling of dread creeping up his spine. "Nath, I want you to go back and get out of here. This ain't somethin' you gotta see." Who in their right minds wears a dead animal's skull for a head? Was it the Noisy Boys wanting a bone to pick, or was it The Tyrants thinking to add The Corridor to their territorial rights? Either way, Benji wasn't going to let this costume get the better of him.

    "But Benji..." Nath had seen the skull as well, along with two other eerie silhouettes making their debut. "But Benji," he quietly repeated, not wanting to leave his friend. "I don't like the look of them spooks. S-Someone's gotta watch yo - "

    "Damn it, Nath, I said go!" And there was no arguing when someone had a loaded gun drawn.

    Nath ran and finally listened, the young man tentatively looking back before disappearing into The Corridor's shadows. That left Benji to face the three creeps but he's handled far worse. Hands tightening around the grip of his pistol and teeth harshly grit together, the man spread his feet wider and would not back down. "Sinner, huh? And who do you think you're callin' a sinner? This ain't no Jehovah's Witness convention. Get lost, asshole."



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Fri Apr 11, 2014 2:39 pm

    Unbeknownst to any of them, Judge Mortis had picked what will quickly become a massive headache.

    "Then let it be done," hissed the agreeing Dark Judge. Much life was to be had down this alleyway, past the flickering cinders of lit garbage receptacles, and Judge Fear walked after his brother just as promised. It naturally went without saying that Judge Mortis' greeting was met with opposition, as a burly sinner thought to bar the way with both stature and tone. The ghoul took note of a firearm's glinting barrel but that was all. Clearly such an object mattered little to the undead and immortal. "Lay down your sssinner weapon and sssubmit," he demanded. "You only delay the inevitable by offering ressssisssstance." Ah, but what is this?

    There had been a second wave of life, fleeting and small, but life all the same. Judge Fear observed a frail young man running away from the scene and he glanced at the others. "Expect company," he hissed. For sinners belonging to a gang or brotherhood rarely abandoned their own to die. Good, let them come in droves. There was plenty of justice to go around.

    Mortis was allowed the first blow.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Lord Death on Sat Apr 12, 2014 6:42 pm

    Judge Mortis had been wrong, but he had also been right. Death would not judge the living as the two judges were tasked with doing, yet Death would purge just the same. He would allow others to decide the reason for death if there was reason, and the method for death if there was predetermined reason. He would step in once those things were decided to dispense what death he could at his meager strength level. The judges would indeed get the first blow, not because Death would grant them that luxury or because they would be unable to hold back, but because Death more often than not felt he was physically unable to judge. It was not his place.

    But who was this? An ordinary sized being that despite its height could never measure up to the imposing height of Death, or the even more imposing height of the other two stood in front of their chosen alley, hand raised in some kind of aggressive gesture with some kind of tool clasped within. Fear claimed it was a weapon. Odd, Death saw no sharp protrusions. The warning was welcome however, both of the weapon and of the possibility of more who could trod on his hem if it got too busy.

    GO ON, TAKE YOUR PREY, I WILL FOLLOW.

    As mentioned, Death would virtually never be the one to strike the first blow, though in preparation for what was to come, a bony hand emerged from the folds of his robe, open and ready to grasp and chill the living unto death, to be gently led to the shore of the black sea and introduced to the ship, the last normal thing they would ever see. There were three sets of claws on the scene, though one was far less eager and far more dutiful.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:33 pm

    Yes, he could hear them talking down in that dark alleyway, the stink of life rancid in the space between two buildings. A hiss escaped from between skeletal teeth as he found two sinners, perfect to start off with. Look, they already had graffiti on this list of crimes, aside from the obvious one.  The one known as Nath was advised to flee, running off into the shadows while his friend withdrew a weapon. Pitiful.

    "Yesss." He agreed to his brother's statement, empty sockets staring down the gang member hungrily. "We are not familiar with thisss Jehova, but you will be judged all the ssssame." Judge Mortis hissed as he stepped forward, claws swiping out towards the man and crackling as they curled. Handgun or not, the ghoul was not about to let some ghetto-dwelling punk think he had the upper hand against the law. As for Judge Fear's statement as the other had disappeared into the shadows? He was well aware of the behavior of gangs, especially those as close knit together as these two seemed to be.

    "Rejoice ssssinner, as your sssinsss are purged in death!" He hissed eagerly, his arms snapping out with a speed belying his decaying form. The undead lawman's claws latched themselves onto Benji's shoulder and clasped about his neck. In moments the man would begin to feel his skin start to shrivel, growing tight upon flesh before ripping apart and unleashing a sour odor of decaying fluids and infection. He would be the first to feel Mortis' icy touch.

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    Along with being gristly to behold, Judge Mortis' claws are quite fearsome, decaying anything they touch, whether it be flesh, metal or any other perishable item or structure.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Apr 13, 2014 11:33 am

    Looks like the Goon Squad didn't get the memo, even with a 9mm pointed straight at them.

    At first Benji had thought this to be a cruel prank but that was before the robed one claimed the gangster as - "What the hell, prey?" he snorted, not believing a word these assholes were saying. Benji really should have, because not only did the helmeted one demand he drop his gun... "Oh no you don't!" The one wearing a sheep's skull moved in for the attack! A pair of cold, foul-smelling hands clasped themselves around the gangster's neck and Benji had to suppress a sharp gag. That stink... It was like this guy rolled around in a graveyard every morning, or something! Fortunately the creep's icy touch was nothing but, as Benji's skin only suffered a minor itch where whatever fluids came in contact.

    "Rejoice, huh?" Benji looked the skull right in its sockets with a wince and managed to press the barrel of his gun directly beneath its lower jaw. "How about you rejoice this, mothafucka!"

    BANG BANG BANG!



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Sun Apr 13, 2014 11:48 am

    A round of misses for the whole family!

    Mortis was seeing firsthand how this world could be most irksome, and the sinner? Judge Fear shifted his gaze toward the thug and noted how such a pathetic weapon was just as ineffective as his brother's touch. It would seem that things would not be quite as effortless for poor Judge Mortis... "Pace yourssself," the ghoul hissed in warning. "With every blow you ssswing, accurate or otherwissse, your vessssel will drain of ssstamina. You may not think sssuch a mortal occurrence troubling, but you will not ssscoff at the thought once you can no longer urge your hossst to attack." Just another one of Portal Breach's infinite ways of obstructing justice in its most basic form. Now, to jump in and help his brother vanquish this sinner with ease? Or, linger behind with Death and allow for Judge Mortis to both learn and adapt?

    "Try again, brother, and thisss time sssavour your sssessssssion with the sssinner." Having chosen the second option while content to keep one hand prepped upon an awaiting mantrap, Judge Fear watched the one-on-one brawl with earnest and would jump in should things fall out of Judge Mortis' favour.

    ...No doubt the skull-wearing Dark Judge would feel a bit of chagrin at that.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Lord Death on Sun Apr 13, 2014 9:34 pm

    Were those projectiles? How were they propelled from such a small object, such a weapon? Death would like to get his hands on that thing once the wielder was dead. Once the fast moving projectiles had stopped whizzing past, though they had probably been aimed at Mortis they had not gone where they meant to, Death was distracted, turning to follow their path through the air. He would have liked to obtain some of those, but they were lost in the distance. Perhaps the little handheld had more. He would have to see.

    For now though, he continued to stand near the back, listening with half a metaphorical ear to what the more knowledgeable Judge had to say to the younger, since most of it was applicable to himself as well, or would be when he became more proactive. This first strike, whatever it was supposed to accomplish, hadn't done all that much. Perhaps a more measured approach would do better, though if Death knew anything about the luck involved in this system, which he did not, he would not be thinking that. Unfortunate, this turn of events was, in any case.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sun Apr 13, 2014 11:04 pm

    "Sssss!" How could this be? The ghoul's deathly grip found its mark, energies of decomposition flowing through the Dark Judge's being. He could see the gang member rotting away within his mind, last breaths gasping out as his life ebbed away... But nary a blister or tear appeared upon the gangster's skin. Was this truly the extent of this universe's effect upon his person, reduced to the point where decay was rendered null and void in his weakened state?

    Mortis withdrew his talons as Benji opened fire, staring dumbfounded as the bullets whizzed past his skull with nary a nick or mark. It was only when the undead Judge's brother spoke up that he broke out of his shock. Every blow he gave would ebb away at his stamina? How, the ghoul was ageless and devoid of the curse of life, spared from fatigue, hunger, thirst! No urges pulled at his being except that which to enact justice upon the unlawful and criminal. Even with that logic however the ghoul reluctantly acknowledged a weakness dragging upon him, the two attempts he made to decay the man before him having been surprisingly tiring. Judge Fear was right, he had to pace himself in order to win.

    If his claws could not serve judgement to this iniquitous gang member, perhaps something else could. Mortis focused upon the brawny man before him, tendrils of psychic energies working their way into his conscious like burrowing serpents.

    Ceassse your sssstruggling, mortal. He hissed within the man's mind, a sufocating feeling of dread and despair seeping into him like poison. You are outnumbered and overpowered, you will fail, your friend will fail and what will you have accomplissshed? Nothing. Sssurrender and we ssshall releassse you quickly and painlesssly. With every word came images of the dead, his gang members laying strewn about his feet with their eyes frozen open in terror, while others were nothing more than decaying husks of their former selves. All save for one, Benji. He stood in the middle of them, alone. He stood with Nath in his arms, his pale, lifeless face wearing an expression of pure terror.

    No more of his friends, his family in crime.

    Is this the outcome you wissssh to ssssuffer? Mortis pressed, languidly digging psychic claws into Benji's very being and soul. They all will ssssuffer, yessss. But it will be you who sssuffersss the mosssst if you do not sssubmit.

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    --Even when one is not within grasping range, Judge Mortis can inflict psychic pain upon his opponents, savoring as they slowly succumb to death

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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