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    Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sat May 03, 2014 9:15 pm

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

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

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    #2 'Attack/Heal (31-35)' : 19, 1, 2, 10, 7, 4
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Sat May 03, 2014 10:45 pm

    BANG!

    Mortis' skull immediately swiveled back to witness the actions of a certain robed skeleton. A hole visible in his cloak and the following statement revealing all, the ghoul gave a disembodied sigh and shook his head. "Death, next time point the end with the hole at the ssssinner inssstead of yourssself. It worksss far better that way." He hissed before turning his gaze back to the now convulsing man. His neck snapped, there was little more Benji could do now instead lay there and froth involuntarily.

    "Yesss, although I had been hoping to be a little more efficient." The ghoulish lawman stated in reply to Judge Fear. Regardless, the man was now weak enough for him to give the finishing blow. The once insolent and brash guard dog of the Cobalt Sons now reduced to nothing more than a convulsing vegetable. Such an existence was surely not the way of a noble and honorable criminal like himself, now was it? No, within the confines of Benji's slowly fading mind, Judge Mortis was certain that he now begged for the release of death.

    Reaching down, the Dark Judge kneeled to give the gang member the final killing blow...

    Interruption wrote:"BENJI, NO!"

    "Sssss..." So the rest of the gang did manage to come in full force. The pounding of dozens of feet resonated within the ghoul's sheep skull, guns of all makes cocked and loaded. Ah, if only he were at full force himself, this rabble would be like slaughtering the Citi-Defense back in the Mega-City. How they all fled in chaos and terror once they had found out that their targets were not so easily deterred by a few measly shots. "Benjamin Poole isss no more." Mortis hissed, his gnarled fingers wrapping around the man's windpipe and digging firmly into his flesh. The ghoul's bony head tilted up to look Nath in the eye as he beheld his friend, before giving a firm pull.

    SSSLSSH!

    Flesh tore like wet tissue paper, blood dribbling forth and into the newly created cavity where Benji's windpipe once was. Even as the firing command was given and shots filled the air like a rain of steel, he stood up calmly, uncaring of the many holes that now riddled his person. Fluids splattered, bone shattered and his decayed form began to look even more rancid than before. "Thissss isss merely the firsssst of many, Nath." He hissed coldly. "In time you all will be brought to jussstice."

    The deed done, Mortis turned about face and made his retreat, fully confident that his brother would have the sense to do the same. Death on the other hand... Brother, be ssssure to take Death with ussss. I doubt he hasss the sssenssse to run when outmatched.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sat May 03, 2014 10:45 pm

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Sun May 04, 2014 1:05 am

    Awkward moment in 3... 2...

    BANG!

    Judge Mortis' stare was shortly joined by Judge Fear's, the armoured ghoul calmly pivoting his gaze upon a certain robed skeletal being. He, like his brother, had wished that Death would put the sinner's weapon to good use and send Benji into the afterlife. But he, unlike his brother, had also wished to see Death shoot his metaphorical brains out; if only to satiate the Dark Judge's morbid curiosity. "Quite exciting," he hissed in agreement. Judge Fear let their grim tag-along be and thought to soothe Judge Mortis' concerns. "You will become more efficient in time, brother. Reward isss not without effort." If it were to be meaningful, that was. Now, time to see how well Judge Mortis purged Benji's fading - wait.

    Immediately the Dark Judge picked up his eyes, psychic aura swiftly traveling down the narrow alley. Life... He detected life heading in their direction and a lot of it. "Make hassste, Mortisss," Judge Fear urged. His focus remained transfixed straight ahead and the ghoul's unseen tendrils did not like what they felt, an angry wave soon to crash upon them. "There isss an entire horde of sssinnersss on their way for usss. In our current ssstate we will not fare well."

    Afraid, no. Cautious, yes.

    Although he would agree with his brother that they could easily overpower an entire army of mortals if they so pleased, that was then and this was now. Judge Mortis may be the master of rot and disease, but he had spent himself entirely with just one sinner alone. And as for Death, who was still toying with his new plaything? The Dark Judge cast a quick peek the entity's way and already knew the answer: not a chance. It would be the ghoul against this frenzied menace and Judge Fear did not want to lose this host so quickly. After all, it would be a long ride back to the farm with only his incorporeal spirit to grace K.A.R.R.'s seats. "Retreat," the Dark Judge wisely ordered. "We ssstill have time before the sssinnersss - "

    Too Late wrote:"BENJI, NO!"

    The outrage was close, much too close, and yet... it came from but one man? For a moment Judge Fear locked eyes with the sinner known simply as Nath, the ghoul entertaining a split-second thought. "Sssuch wrath..." But that was all that the Dark Judge could mention before gunfire consumed the alley, bullets shredding into his host as if it were a mere sheet of paper.

    "Ssss...!" Several projectiles noisily ricocheted off Judge Fear's helm and pauldrons, with one managing to pierce the undead fiend's right lung.

    A useless organ, to be sure.

    Bits and pieces of both uniform and rotten flesh were thrown haphazardly into the air, while the sharp aroma of dead fluids overwhelmed the nearby vicinity. Wounds trickling and fresh, Judge Fear held up an arm to protect his metallic visage as he reached for a method of possible escape. This was roughly the same time he heard his brother's psychic message. "Death, abssscond. We are finissshed here," he loudly hissed. You may keep the sinner's weapon so long as you wished, but this was not the time or place to admire it! Reaching for his utility belt, the Dark Judge retrieved a drowsy shrunken head and hastily pitched it at the unruly crowd. "Dessstroy them, my Little One!" He shrewdly didn't linger behind to see who lived and who died, instead using the following blast and confusion as an opportunity for escape.

    BOOM!


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    Action: retreating

    * = only one coin needs to HIT for full damage. If both coins are HIT, opponent suffers damage over time - take the first damage die rolled and apply it for the rolled duration
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sun May 04, 2014 1:05 am

    The member 'Judge Fear' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

    #1 'Attack/Heal (31-35)' : 2, 24, 11

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Lord Death on Sun May 04, 2014 1:46 am

    He turned the device this way and that in his hands, turning his head back in the proper direction to see what he was doing. He figured out which way was the indicated proper direction in a few quick seconds and a few quick reorientations of the device before being distracted yet again, this time by the rumble of approaching feet. The aura of anger and despair went completely unnoticed, but the rumble of feet was more than enough to get Death's head turning. The skeleton that was bearing more and more resemblance to an owl with the way his head twisted this way and that observed the approach of the mob with detached interest, after all, what would be the problem to one that could not die?

    His reason to abscond was provided when the one he followed vacated the scene, taking some small damage in the process. It would be a long walk to find the Dark Ones again if he lost them now. Thus, he hiked up his shroudlike skirts, and ran in an odd, high stepping gait reminiscent of a maid not accustomed to running in dress and petticoats out of a burning building. His hands remained clutched around the metal object, as his face remained in its skeletal grin, totally out of context now, as usual.

    EXCUSE ME. Said to the head as it flew past, dodging out of the way slightly and continuing to run.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun May 04, 2014 5:41 am

    "GRENADE!"

    Grenade. That's what Vic said. That's what he said right before -

    A horrific explosion shook the alleyway and Nath vaulted for cover. Turns out he was the lucky one, because in exactly .53 seconds the young man found himself without three more friends. Vic, CJ, Izzy; those were the poor bastards closest to the blast radius. Blood and body parts went everywhere, followed by the repugnant smell of something rotten. It wasn't from any of the crew. After the dust settled and the ringing in his ears subsided, Nath coughed in the hazy shroud and forced himself to stand. "H-Head count," he wheezily called out. Several groans and moans reached his ears, some of his fellow gang members conscious enough to move, but a good handful had been knocked out cold. Damn... That ruled out the possibility of a pursuit.

    Another ten seconds passed and Nath could see down the alleyway better than before, but still not by much. He did not, however, see any of those three bastards lingering around. "Fuck." That was the perfect word for the situation and, frankly, the only word he felt like muttering under his breath. Can't worry about those three now. Can't... can't worry about them. Gotta focus on what was in front of him first.

    "Marion." Nath looked over at a bloodied but still in one piece man to his left, eyes connecting. "Get those who are able and help the wounded back to the Spot. I'm... I'm going to check on Benji."

    Several of those who could still hear didn't say a word, letting Nath run off to check on what they considered to be a lost cause.

    He'll be the judge of that.

    The seconds ticking away as Nath ran down the alley were some of the longest in his life. As he ran his legs felt like rubber, detached and numb, and his mind no longer heard the wails and cries of the pile of bleeding, dismembered, lifeless piles of bodies he had just left behind. All the young man's mind could focus on was the darkening silhouette of a motionless body ahead, features more defined the further he ran towards it. C'mon, Benji... C'mon, don't be quitting on me now... It was a funny phenomenon, death. For as long as Nath could remember he had always made light of it, choosing to think about the positives in life as opposed to the solemn reality people so desperately tried to escape. He did have to wonder, just briefly, if this was karma for all the gang activity he had done in the last year.

    Maybe and maybe not, but he couldn't worry about that. Right now he needed to get over his fears and discover the truth for his own eyes. And so it was with a heavy heart that Nath at least reached his fallen friend, the young man's knees no longer able to support him.

    He collapsed into tears, as all good friends were wont to do when seeing someone they loved so grievously harmed.

    "Oh... O-Oh god..." Never before had Nath seen so much blood, so much sadism. He knew that the Cobalt Sons and its rivals were gruesome in their hits and their dealings, but this? The very first thing Nath had seen as Benji's torn open throat, followed by his friend's rotted arms. They had been... They had been stripped down to the very bone, Nath's nostrils flaring as the smell alone was almost too hard to stomach. In truth, it was.

    Nath clutched his abdomen and doubled over, the sting of his own vomit asphyxiating. Disgusting. It was nothing but disgusting, and the young man felt chills all over as he struggled to look at his friend again.

    Benji... Why did they do this to you?

    ...Why?

    The longer he stared, the more he just wanted to curl up and forget today even existed. That it was nothing more than a bad, tasteless dream. It was no dream, however. Just as it wasn't something Nath could so readily forget because he wished it. "B-Benji, don't worry," he managed to speak up, an arm wiping away his tears. "We're gonna get who did this to you - all three of those motherfuckers - so you... you just hang t-tight and let me figure this all out like old times, 'kay?"

    Silence. Nothing but the cold, absolute silence of death. And then...

    "Ghhhrk... ghhhrrrrk..."

    Life.

    Life, as blood was forced from Benji's bruised lips, the man's jaw clenching.

    "... god, no. Oh god, please." Where the young man should have been crying for joy, he instead cried out of misery. "B-Benji... Oh god, Benji, no. Don't fight it, man. Don't fight it," Nath pleaded with his friend. Somehow his friend was still alive, barely hanging by a thread after being so heavily damaged, and Nath couldn't stand to see his friend suffer like this. In an act of rash thinking, the graffiti artist removed his tank top and held it close above Benji's twitching lips, the fabric rolled into a thick bundle. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." His fingers violently trembled with knuckles pale, tears and spit dripping from his chin. Should he suffocate him? Should he put Benji out of his misery once and for all, allowing his friend rest at last? Or... or should he let him live, let Benji have a fighting chance and a second lease on life?

    None of these questions were easy to answer, they never were, and Nath began to panic. No! No, what was he thinking!? He can't murder his best friend! "O-Okay! Okay, hang on!" The thoughts of ending Benji's life quickly faded from his mind and Nath proceeded to wrap up his tank top around his friend's throat, white quickly soaking into a deep, warm red. "Okay... Okay, I'm just gonna... g-gonna wrap this around your neck and close this hole, see?" It wasn't so simple and Nath whirled around at the waist to scream. "HEY! HEY, HE'S ALIVE! ONE OF YOU GET HELP, PLEASE!"

    Hang on, Benji. Your role in this wasn't over.

    Not yet.

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