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    Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sat Apr 26, 2014 5:53 pm

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:35 pm

    So that's how it was going to be, huh? Sheep-Face over here thinking to dig out all the secrets while the one wearing a trash can thought to state words of sick, twisted encouragement? Benji spat out the glob of blood that had been collecting in the back of his throat and damn near chuckled out of pure contempt. "Pathetic," he rasped, voice barely above a whisper. "You think you can just waltz up to my face and do what you please, listening to your ugly homeboys for support? Please, you ain't shit." Just some two-bit Halloween reject who was currently too weak to really be a threat. Oh sure, the monster was going to kill Benji. The young thug had no doubts about that, but look how much Sheep-Face was struggling.

    "What's the matter?" he goaded his attacker, fresh blood dribbling from his nostrils. The psychic assaults had taken their toll; Benji would not be alive for much longer. "I heard your so-called brother. I heard everything. You're weak, vulnerable. You two may have been nasty motherfuckers back home, but here? Here, where worlds collide? Man, you especially ain't shit." And if you're no stronger than the average rookie...

    Two can play this game.

    Upon contact between man and spirit their minds melded together, but not in a way Sheep-Face may have been expecting. Benji's conscious was not giving up, not without a decent resistance, and he latched upon his murderer's mental personification. Down they both went, down into what made Benji in all of existence, and the outside world tumbled into darkness... It was only until both minds awoken as one that things had suddenly changed. No longer were both consciousnesses in the alleyway, tagged brick exchanged for that of chipped, extremely neglected painted walls. The crying of infants could be heard, along with the muffled shouts and heated words of arguing individuals. A hazy ray of light filled an otherwise rundown room, filth and refuse common.

    Like the place? whispered Benji. His voice was seemingly from everywhere and nowhere, Sheep-Face now trapped in his world. I thought I'd show you a bit of home. You know, for the memories. Here, why don't I give you the grand tour?

    A sudden force gripped at Sheep-Face's conscious and attempted to roughly drag him from decrepit room from decrepit room, his bleached skull harshly punching through wall and door alike.

    C'mon, Sheep-Face! Let's get intimate with one another, you and me! Or, should I say, Judge Mortis.



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:51 pm

    His brother's stamina had reached its limit, the Dark Judge sensed it. The sinner was not far behind as well, although... What was this? The two minds were openly engaging in a mental bridge, a connection between thoughts? Risky, brother, risky. While it was true that Judge Mortis was beyond death itself and could not rightfully perish, Judge Fear had not forgotten what had happened to Judge Death when he made the mistake of breaching the wrong mind. This sinner, Benji, was no psi; that didn't necessarily mean he could not take advantage of a weakened Dark Judge, however. "I would not be ssso eager asss to - " but the ghoul never managed to finish his sentence before Judge Mortis thought to commence with the merge. With one crushing blow to the skull both sinner and Dark Judge became one, and Judge Fear detected a sudden imbalance.

    Judge Mortis had the upper-hand so it seemed, but for how much longer? How much longer could his brother go before trapped within the sinner's mind? Given his fellow ghoul's exhausted and flattened state, Judge Fear kept his own psychic abilities at the ready. The moment he felt his brother's distress he was removing Mortis out from the sinner's mind, willingly or otherwise. Currently, however, the Dark Judge remained as he were and lifted not a finger to assist.

    The moment he felt distress...
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:16 pm

    Indeed, his choice of attack was not the most thought out given his drained stamina. Sorry to say that now the ghoul was starting to figure he was looking more like Fire instead of Mortis with these rash decisions. However, while Benji thought to boost himself with petty words, the Dark Judge knew better.

    "You boast to be so strong, but I can sense death creeping upon you with every passing moment." Came the ghoul's hissed retort. "Your words are nothing more than a desperate bluff." As his head had succeeded in colliding with Benji's their fight took another turn, reality blurring into a black void as he grappled with the gangster. He thought to take control of the situation? That certainly was more of a challenge than the average citizen back in the Mega City, but still a paltry attempt.

    He too was growing weak, whether the man wished to admit it or not.

    When they reemerged from their pass through the void, Mortis' senses were filled with the sounds of what was most likely a lower class household. Infants were crying, people were arguing, although it was not clear whether or not they were the parents or another tenant in the next apartment block over. From what he could see, this place more than likely held the former. Before Mortis could get his bearings, he already heard a voice within the memory, Benji's voice.

    A fitting home for a criminal'sss beginning. He hissed in return. To think that the ghoul would merely allow himself to be dragged along for this so-called tour, was a severe understatement by Benji. His skull pucnhed through the walls, but with each forceful drag they felt more like he was being run through mist, dust that gave way in the wake of being tampered with by another mind. Memoriesss are no more than dussst, the only one they can truly harm, are thossse that cannot grow passsst them, Benjamin. He retorted. What good were these walls, this home if they held no connection to the ghoul? Nothing than a petty show of bragging rights, a sob story that this uneducated thug thought to use in making himself appear tougher.

    Judge Mortis, yes that was his name. His name, his rank, titles that were justly earned. To spit them like they were curse was but the action of a delinquent child. His own presence followed the forceful tendrils that attempted to attack him with the past, gripping them with chilled, psychic claws. Here, Benjamin. Let me make my point in full. With a forceful tug, Judge Mortis picked out a rather juicy memoir to send Benji plummeting into.

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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 Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:59 pm

    So you were beating up an already crippled man. Congratulations, Sheep-Face.

    Hmph, I can say the same for you and your demented brother, was the only thing Benji bothered returning with. The Dark Judge wasn't worth his already lessening breath, let alone constant back-and-forth insults. It was disheartening to see that Judge Mortis was more resilient than his rotten body had let on. With a pained grunt the dingy apartment complex transitioned itself into a brutal massacre; the scene of a crime most foul. Bodies lay everywhere in whatever direction imaginable and the muted colours of red and blue from a nearby squadron of police cars flickered in the distance. Blood, terrified eyes, bullets... This was no ordinary multiple homicide.

    Many of these bodies had been the elderly and children, with some unnamed females in-between. No men, however. No men save for a lone boy who had been left to stoop in a puddle of blood that was not his own. So, you've managed to find a memory about my childhood, said a young voice. The boy looked up directly into Judge Mortis' empty eyes and sneered. One round of applause for you, Sheep-Face. You've discovered the murder of my entire family.

    And you weren't getting away with it, either. Not on your miserable unlife.

    A horrific shriek fractured the memory into thousands of shards and Benji wasted no time with his counterattack. You want to dredge up the past, huh!? Fine! Then let's dredge up the past. What secrets did you harbour in that empty skull of yours, Dark Judge?



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sun Apr 27, 2014 2:50 am

    Better to kick 'em while they were down than to let them limp off to fight another day.

    Now on familiar ground Mortis could see the very life ebbing away from Benji's mortal body, blood loss and fatigue evident on his conscious as his thoughts began to focus more on survival instead of putting up a tough front. As for the ghoul, between the two of them he actually held the most endurance, his own presence staying firm and steady while Benji struggled. As should be how a Judge fares against someone as lawless as a thug. The ghoul merely shrugged off the dying man's remarks. Flattery will not sssave you from judgement sssinner. He idly replied.

    This memory... Yes, it was a rather juicy one, was it not? Blood, death, a feeling of absolute despair and terror hung in the night air. He drank in the dour mood of this particular scene as if it were ambrosia. SssssSSSSSSsss! That single gleeful hiss told all that could not be described, as Judge Mortis relished this particular memory. And what was this? There in the center of it all was none other than Benji. Little, angry, vengeful Benji. The police lights reflected off his tarnished uniform, police spreading out to survey the crime scene while the ghoul merely existed like a ghost among the turmoil. This must have been what had made him join the gang life in the first place. Ah, they all start so young... It is like a disease. However, the man even in this enraged state was weak.

    Murder? No, it looksss more like a great ssservice has been done. A pity it could not have been carried on to you in the processs. He hissed to the small boy. From the seeds of unlawfulness grow the criminals; thugs, drug dealers, con artists and everything in between. If only this particular killer had been more thorough, there would have been no Benjamin, no strong arm of the Cobalt Sons.

    A rasping laugh seemed to emanate from all around as the man tried to seek payback from his attacker. You wisssh to ssssee what my passst hass to offer? The ghoul did not so much try to evade the man as he did embrace him, claws latching onto his limbs in a vice-like grip. Come, Benji! I have nothing to hide, come and sssee the work of the one true law and itsss perfect ssssimplicity. At once Mortis fled the realm of Benji's mind, dragging the man's conscious with him like he were but a ragdoll in his merciless grip. Through darkness and bitter cold they traveled, screams emanating all around no matter what memory they passed. Faces of men, women, children, and elderly alike flashed before their eyes their terrified gaze and screams of terror silenced as they all decayed in the Dark Judge's claws. Hundreds, thousands of faces all were screaming, rotting... Until the ghoul brought him to one particular memory.

    A world much like Earth, but at the same time completely unlike it. Stale, dry air would hit the man like a wall, the very ground beneath his feet nothing but ruined dust. No plants dared to grow here, and upon a passing breeze he would take in a scent most foul. Lines upon lines of people, hundreds if not thousands lined for miles and corralled in groups, flanked by men dressed in black leather, a silver eagle upon their shoulder while the other was adorned with a mantle. As they overlooked the populace, guns at the ready to kill off any who thought it smart to run, they looked down with faces covered by black helmets. Even in the streets none were safe, as they moved from house to house.

    Isss it not a masssterpeice? The ghoul hissed, forcing the thug to watch. Ah look over there, we have arrived during the middle of a purging on thissss town. Grabbing the man's head, Mortis gave it a harsh twist, Benji's gaze now overlooking the group of people lined near the towering spires of what could have been called a city at one point. The flash of gun fire went off in a near synchronized rhythm, bodies falling where they stood. As they began to pile, the source of the horrid stench soon became clear as massive bonfires burned all around the execution areas.

    Welcome, Benjamin Poole. Mortis hissed, digging his talons into Benji's consciousness to keep his head firmly in place. Welcome, to the purgessss, to Deadworld.

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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 27, 2014 4:07 am

    Dying man... Yes, he was a dying man. But still Benji put a fight no matter the odds, the very life slowly draining from his soul. He didn't know what to do... He just... didn't know what to do. Nothing stopped this monster; gun, fists, memories that should have incited emotion within another thinking, feeling human being. Just... nothing. How could this be...?

    Anger. Anger consumed the young man as Sheep-Face openly took delight in the carnage all around. How... How... Could the monster not see what had transpired? Could the monster not feel what had happened to these poor people? To these innocents...? A great service. That's what Sheep-Face had called it, a great service. From anger came forth hate, a hate like no other imaginable, and Benji's conscious pooled itself into a festering sore. Those people didn't deserve their deaths, did the child growl. Juvenile fists clenched into shivering balls, Benji unable to look his assailant in the hollowed eyes. My family... My family didn't deserve their deaths. But what use was there? Auntie Margie, Auntie Clementine, Grandma Philomena... Was Sheep-Face saying that they all needed to be... to be purged?

    For all his anger... For all his hatred... Benji fell. He fell upon his knees and the glowing spark in his heart, in his very soul, dimmed to a meek glimmer. There was no use anymore... This monster, this Dark Judge... It was too powerful for the likes of a scared little boy in a world who thrived on slaughter - on death. There's just... There's just no use, the boy quietly repeated.

    It was this moment of weakness that allowed Judge Mortis the opportunity to capitalize on Benji's waning desire to live.

    Together now, both sinner and Dark Judge, traveled from one mind and into another; a darker mind where rot and sickness had become law. Upon this sickening world did he see the faces of hundreds... thousands... millions... even billions sentenced, their insurmountable cries of pain and horror filling his mortal mind. And the mental manifestation that was Benji screamed with him, his eyes stained with tears and his soul at the precipice of all it could reasonably take. The human in him would be able to take no more, and soon... all will cease to be in the end.

    But not yet, for Judge Mortis was not finished. Past the countless faces and memories came but one, a profane reflection of what had once been the world known as Earth. It was not Earth, not the Earth that he yearned for. It was the sadistic monument to a philosophy most cruel...

    Gunshots.
    Fire.
    The shrill wails of the damned.

    Deadworld, Judge Mortis called it. Deadworld, a world where life itself dared not flourish. Could such a Hell really have once existed...?

    It surely must have, for Sheep-Face took such great delight in revisiting this memory; Benji could feel the Dark Judge's heightened elation. All these poor people... Men, women, children; they were all being led to their deaths by these men, these cowards, in armour. How could this even be permitted!? The smell was almost too much for the child and Benji's stomach nearly lost its contents. You... You killed all these people, he weakly coughed. The Dark Judge forced his gaze ahead, preventing Benji from looking away despite all his squirming and protesting. You killed all these people, you murderer! the child screamed, frustrated at both the monster and his own inability to do anything. None of them had deserved to die, NONE! Murderer! You're nothing more than some murderer! What good was it... What good was it to scream out for a world that had already been lost...?

    This time the devastation and hopeless was too much for one soul to bear, and Benji resisted no more. The child fully succumbed to his fate and was now ready... to be judged. It hurt to continue... Kill him. Kill him and free him of this miserable, stench-infested nightmare. You had, after all, promised him mercy, hadn't you?

    Benji... Benji, this ain't like you.

    Wait... who was...?

    Tired but still able to keep his mind above the haze, Benji looked up and saw a sight for sore eyes. Nath... he coughed again, eyelids heavy. Nath, I thought I told you... to get out of here. You need to go, man... You need to just... go. Let him die in peace.

    Say wha...? Benji, you know that ain't gonna happen. The friendly voice was louder this time, louder than the sound of gunshots, and Benji caught sight of a pair of all-too-familiar sneakers. There was no mistaking that unique art in all the world, even this one. Benji. Nath appeared to the boy in his full glory now, hands stuffed in his over-sized pockets and carefree grin apparent. Are you going to give up that easy? C'mon, you're tougher than that. You didn't earn your notorious nickname, Guard Dog, for nothin'. You gonna let this sheep-fucking bastard diss you? Dude, he's literally shitting down your neck right now.

    Thanks for the words of encouragement, Nath...

    Man, just go away, Benji mumbled. I can't beat this guy. I don't know how. You've seen what he did to all those people, Nath. How can I honestly stand up to death itself?

    But good old Nath, shrugging his shoulders and seemingly having no worry in the world. I don't know, how did all these people simply let this happen to them? he asked. To make things simplified for his friend, Nath continued, Look, Benji. The only reason these bozos managed to kill as many people as they did because the world just gave up. That's it, man! The world gave up and just let them win. Are you gonna be like that? I mean, sure. Sure, you're gonna eat a dick and, like, choke on it, but... Don't you at least wanna go down on your own terms? Stand up to this bully, man. Stand up, Benji! Don't let the creep bully you around just because he thinks he can! You're better than that. We're better than that!

    Nath...

    We're better than that... Benji quietly echoed. That's right... That's right. We're better than that. We're better than that because we're still HUMAN! Because they, unlike the Dark Judge, knew what it meant to be alive; to rise up in the face of adversity and grasp freedom for themselves! I got a soul and it ain't gonna go quietly! Benji snarled, whipping his gaze upward at the entity that thought itself his captor.

    CRACK!
    And just like that everything faded away, the darkness of Deadworld cast out as Benjamin Poole overcame his fear of Judge Mortis. You gonna kill me, I know that, the man growled. No longer did he appear the child in this but the man, and this man raised up his fists yet again with renewed vigour. But that don't matter no more because I ain't afraid. I ain't afraid of you and I ain't afraid of death. Come get some, motherfucka!

    Come on, because this sinner wasn't going down until you made him go down!



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:12 am

    Ah, the sound of terror, of death... It filled this ghoul's hollow breast with pride as he witnessed accomplishments past. Accomplishments made alongside his brothers, to think that it all would not have been able to be accomplished if it were not for Judge Death's initial step forward. His gaze briefly broke from the dying world to look back at Benji, who by now had started to stop fighting, to see futility in his struggle. I sssee you are finally ssstarting to find sssensse. He hissed, keeping a firm grip on the mental manifestation. He thought to keep the form of a child? Pathetic, no matter what form Benji took, Mortis knew exactly what truly lay beneath it.

    The boy's next words brought a curt chuckle to rasp from the Dark Judge's chest like a cough. Murderer? Pleassse, we granted thisss populace ressspite from their wickednesssss, for jussst like you they too would inevitably turn to a life of crime. They had their fates coming to them, this was just helping along the inevitable. Besssidesss, what do you care of thesssse ssstrangersss, Benjamin? Had you met them thisss evening, you would have gladly raped, mugged, even killed thesssse people for a passsing interesst. You are no better than the perssson who killed your family. Power, money, revenge. For all his preaching Benjamin Poole was no better than the criminals that were executed below. The ghoul's claws tightened upon the thug as his will to fight waned further, squeezing what life was left from his consciousness.

    However, something began to whisper at the edges of this nightmarish scene. A young voice, a familiar voice steadily grew stronger. Words of encouragement grew louder, stronger until the voice itself manifested into none other than the one called Nath. How did he get in here?! Too dumbstruck to respond, the Dark Judge stood there while he tried to make sense of it all. Was this what one's self preservation looked like when manifest? Apparently so, for as the one called Nath continued to speak, Benji was steadily growing more alive at an alarming rate. Ssss! No, he could not! Immediately the Dark Judge set to disproving the manifestation's statements. Fool, thessse people allowed themssselvessss to be killed out of a reasssoned logic. Even if they did try to fight back, they would be purged all the sssame, there wasss no point in fighting what could not be ssstopped. Bullies? Were they bullies truly? You call us bullies. Hah! Ignorant mortal, have you no sssensse? In death there issss no crime, no complaintsss, only peace. Isss that not what we all ssstrive for?

    But Benji was not listening, for soon after his sudden pep-talk with a boy beyond their minds, his vitality flourished beyond containment. WHAT? his claws withdrew themselves in shock, the memory of Deadworld shattering all around him until nothing but the void remained.  Only him and a renewed Benji existed here, expecting the Dark Judge to come and fight him one on one. Two jabs hit him square in the face, manifested bone splintering and knocking his bony jaw loose. There it hung limply, almost a mirror of the ghoul's current thoughts.

    Ssssss, very well. But it isss not I that will come getting ssssome. In an instant the ghoul spirited himself away, only an echo whispering around Benji's consciousness. If you wissssh to ssssettle thisss, you mussst come find me. With all that power at his disposal, what did Benji have to lose? He could pummel the bag of bones into dust with but a thought now, why not chase down the cowardly Judge and finish him off. Beyond the pitch black void was a murmuring multitude of voices, memories from an age long past. Dare he venture forth to pick the ghoul out from centuries worth of past deaths, or would he leave his vendetta unfinished?

    The choice was his.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:39 am

    Sense? As if!

    You're wrong about that, Benji hotly countered. He may be a source of muscle for the Cobalt Sons, but a rapist? No way! I did my fair share of things that I'm not proud of, but you're wrong. Only people I ever harmed were the rival gangs, and even then I didn't stoop so low as to forget my humanity. Unlike you, Judge. Mugged, yes. Murdered, yes. But Benji ain't never harmed a child or disrespected a person in such a manner as to violate the sanctity of their own bodies. Money, power, revenge; yeah, those were all nice things. And they were things that had gotten Benji far, but he still knew his limits. Always had and always will. I'm surprised, he continued to goad. I would have thought that all your fancy powers would have detected that by now. Oops, guess you're still broken.

    But the Dark Judge was a crafty one, for he thought to hide behind the countless lives he had so cruelly slain. That ain't gonna save you, Benji growled, once more indignant. You can run all you like, Sheep-Face, but the thug had your number and he wasn't going to ring for a booty call. Come back here, Mortis! I ain't finished with you yet! Think to flee? Think again!

    Not to be deterred and wanting his retribution, Benji zoomed on ahead without any hesitation. If I have to smash through every single one of your disgusting memories to catch you, so be it! the man resigned himself.

    Thrice did Benji shatter three of Mortis' memories, and thrice did he attempt to coerce the Dark Judge out form hiding.



    Benjamin "Benji" Poole: Guard Dog of the Cobalt Sons

    HP: 29/60
    DP: 0/10
    AP: --/--

    Passive: Strong Arm of the Gang - +1 die to attacks
    Passive: I'm a Human Being - AP costs have been removed!

    Target: Judge Mortis
    Action: smashing through Mortis' memories, directly assaulting the Dark Judge's psyche ; hope these aren't important!
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:39 am

    The member 'Universal NPC' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

    #1 'Attack/Heal (1-5)' : 5, 4, 2, 5, 4, 1

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    #2 'Coin Flip' :

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