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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Daemeon on Mon May 19, 2014 1:17 am

    Normally in this state of madness, Daemeon could not be stopped. He was numb to everything but sharp pleasurable pain. But now, the demon felt Fear’s chain wrap around his windpipe and Daemeon felt it. The Wolf of Caerlia was on a leash once again. Oh how Daemeon hated those days. He didn’t even bother try to break or escape the chains. His fate was sealed. The most he could do is spoil their fun and create his own.

    “Why the hell not? I’m going to die so why not have a little more enjoyment before I go!” Daemeon still had a crazed look on his face. A disturbing smile, soulless eyes, and a constant chuckle that sent chills up most people’s spines. The only thing was missing to Daemeon was Messorem in hand and a trail of mutilated bodies behind him. The demon stopped what he was doing and looked at Kev in the eye. “I honestly don’t expect anything to happen from those crystals. They have already served their purpose. The rest were just for a social experiment. Now hold still!”

    Daemeon was about to jump onto Kev again but stopped. An annoying ringing sound filled his ears, a sound that kept getting louder and louder. And it just wasn’t a dull ringing. It was a mixture of sounds like nails on a chalkboard with a hint of tornado sirens amplified to the decibel of an airline engine. He tried shaking his head to get rid of it then he stuck a finger in one ear. What he found was slightly disturbing? His own black blood on the tip of his finger. What is going on? In a second, the volume was maxed out and the ringing turned into a head splitting migraine. Daemeon grabbed his temples as he fell to ground.

    This wasn’t the enjoyable kind of pain. This was the torture pain his own father had used on him when he disobeyed. Daemeon found no pleasure in this but he was not about to ask who ever to stop it. He had some dignity. He wasn’t about to plead and beg for the torture to stop. He was going taking it! Fortunately for Daemeon, the pain didn’t last long. A few seconds later, Daemeon’s head ruptured. Blood spewed and landed all around him. The lifeless body of Daemeon Orzarson collapsed into a heap. The flames on his body began to eat him away. In less than a minute, nothing but a scorch mark and blood stains remained of the dead lunatic.

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    DEAD! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Nym on Mon May 19, 2014 2:24 am

    From what Nym could hear, it sounded like Kev didn't like this man, and he must've done something to upset him. To the point of death, however, Nym wasn't sure. Nor was he happy to see Kev cooperating with the Judges. It made his stomach churn and twist in anxiety, knowing that the people Aya didn't want him around may be closer to him than he thought. Kev continued to speak and more evidence came forward that this person was indeed very bad. Whatever they had done, Kev was very made at them, and if he was this mad... he could only imagine the terrors the target of Kev's anger could've conjured up.

    But still... this wasn't right. Someone does something bad, do they deserve death? Nym already knew there would be something atrocious to happen the moment he saw Fear step onto the field, and just as before, he could not look away. Instructions were given and Kev appeared to follow them, as Daemeon began to act strangely and erratically, until he finally stopped and blood emerged. So much blood... Nym couldn't gasp and feel fear... no, he wasn't really scared. Something about all of this made him... upset. But not afraid. It was disgusting, and this was not what he wanted to see, especially at the hands of Kev...

    Why would he do something like this...? What was the purpose? Nym's eyes looked to Fear, and knew he had to be the one in control. Maybe not directly, but he had to have done something to make Kev act like this... What would Aya think, knowing Nym was in this situation and Kev was acting like this, hanging around this sort of company? She would lay the hurt on many people, that's for sure.

    Nym wanted to come out boldly and ask, but now wouldn't be an ideal time, and Nym didn't want to confront Kev like this. This wasn't his problem, or his business. This isn't something he had to concern himself with right now. He had plenty of time to ask Kev what was going on later. So long as the two that stayed near Kev didn't come inside, he wouldn't get into this right now. There wasn't much else for him to say or think or do... so he stood there, and waited to hear what else they had to say, and what action they would take next.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Fear on Mon May 19, 2014 6:13 pm

    Hatred. Panic. Fear.

    For all his senseless talk and garish display, Daemeon was just like every other sinner to have crossed the Dark Judge's path. These cruel, steely chains had provoked a mental disturbance out of the man - one that contradicted Daemeon's shrieks of laughter and questionable madness. Whether or not the fool openly expressed his thoughts mattered little; neither Judge Fear nor Judge Mortis needed Daemeon's consent when savouring his innermost emotions. It was foolish and naive to think that two very powerful psychics could not pick up even the most minute detail. With nowhere to run and his fate sealed, the Wolf of Caerlia had been captured, jailed, and now... executed. You were going to see why, brother, Judge Fear wanted Kev to land the killing blow.

    SPLAT!
    Blood, black and fresh, splattered everywhere as Daemeon's head exploded without warning. Unfazed, the ghoul lightened his grip around the chains and let the demon's body fall chest-first into the burnt grass. How unfortunate that Daemeon's corpse devoured itself in flame before anyone could retrieve a memento for this night. And how unfortunate that the Dark Judge's uniform was now heavily saturated in blood and fleshy brain bits.

    "He hasss been judged," rasped the undead fiend. And he had been judged none other than by Kev's very own hands - or mind, in this unique case. Judge Fear directed his gaze to Kev and continued, "Good work. Now, don't you feel ssso much better?"

    You have won, Kev! You have beaten Daemeon and showed him that you were not to be messed with, that you weren't the demon's little toy! For an entire week Portal Breach will be a little more quiet thanks to you. Admittedly this had been a rather messy session, and currently everyone involved was drenched from their chins to their knees in Daemeon's worthless blood, but it had been well worth it all the same. And speaking of that blood... Judge Fear pressed a single fingertip into a decent-sized glob upon his arm and immediately began the usual psi routine. What could he possibly learn by mere contact with the demon's very own life essence? It was a bit murky and chaotic, but apparently one detail stood out in particular: Daemeon's blood was just as toxic, if not more so, than the wretched man himself! Immediately the ghoul removed his finger and began walking away from the scene, to the cottage's side. "Excussse me for a moment."

    Out of sight but certainly not out of mind, there was much rustling back there and a small squeak of a rusty wheel as Judge Fear returned. In his clutches was a hose, one hand firmly squeezing a kink to prevent unnecessary dribble, and the Dark Judge soon pointed his find at a blood-soaked Kev. "Jussst taking precautionsss," was Judge Fear's reasoning before - FWOOOSH! And just like that the alien was slammed with cold, biting water. Lovely! But even more lovely than having Daemeon's malignant blood all over you.

    The ghoul made sure to spray Kev down at every nook and cranny, even blasting the poor alien's nether regions. "Mussst be thorough." It was hard to tell if the Dark Judge was being sincere or simply cheeky, because that grinning helm wasn't helping... In any event, next came Judge Mortis and he was hosed all the same. Minus the deliberate focus on the genitals, of course.

    Stomach the cleanliness just once, brother. It was for a good cause.

    Last but not least came his turn, and you can bet Judge Fear absolutely made sure to rid Daemeon's taint from his lawful person. No expense was spared, not even the mysterious interior of his helm, as the Dark Judge went about sanitizing himself. Being filthy will not do and he will not tolerate the demon's influence, if any, persisting. Wet as a whistle and no longer covered in blood, the Dark Judge spat out a bit of excess water and lightly shook out his limbs. There, now he felt better - much better, in fact. He dropped the hose and it mysteriously went dry, but those who knew better were aware that an unseen force had simply shut off its valve. "That isss one sssinner down, Kev, and another to go. It will not be long before you - "

    Unease. Confusion. Disgust.

    A new wave of sensations pestered the Dark Judge's mind and ethereal eyes fixated themselves upon the cottage's door. Was that a marginal crack? "Hold that thought," Judge Fear hissed, returning his sights upon Kev. "We ssseem to have an eavesssdropper."
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Mortis on Tue May 20, 2014 1:05 am

    Mortis, although weaker than his brother could sense some hint of the demon's growing trepidation as Kev carried out his execution. Interesting, so he could perform psychic feats as well besides merely talking telepathically. The ghoul broke his mental connection from the alien as the concentration upon Daemeon became immense, to the point where the demon clutched his head in torment before his skull finally exploded. Impressive, albeit reminiscent of Judge Joker's own methods during his short lived trial as a judge.

    Regardless, the green sinner's capabilities were noted all the same.

    Perhaps later on he could find it within himself to be more open to their cause. Good help was often so hard to find these days, especially when one was not exactly at their peak. That would soon change, should fortune be on their side. Speaking of fortunes, the demon's innards had splattered further than anticipated, as Mortis' decayed form was now covered in black blood and bits of brain matter while the body of their sinner now burned away to ash. Good riddance, now there would be a full seven days without his flippant tongue. Far too short of a sentence  for the Judge's liking, but better than nothing.

    Wait, where was Fear going? Mortis turned his bony skull towards his brother as the ghoul walked off, only to return with a pinched hose. Oh...Oh no. "SSssss!" The ghoul curled his claws and backed away, while water was more of a thing that Fire detested, the Judge of rot and decay knew very well what Fear intended to do with all that pressurized water. "No, keep that away from me!" He hissed as he witnessed Kev's dousing before turning the spray on him. Cold, clean water flushed over him and for a moment Mortis' aggravated hiss was turned into a gurgle as he tried to keep it at bay with his claws. At once he thought to turn and run off where the stream could not reach, but as he took a step back the force of the water was enough to push his scraggly form to the ground with a solid thump!

    "I undersssstand the blood isss toxic, brother, but wasss that truly necesssary?" He hissed, kneeling onto his palms and shaking the excess moisture from his form from bony nose to tail, the ghoul's bones rattling as he did so. "With Kev, I can undersssstand hisss weaknesss. But how could ssssuch a ssssubssstance effect ussss? We cannot be poisssoned." Came the ghoul's irritated argument. Once satisfied with his removal of the wretched water, he stood to his unnaturally full height again, but not without noticing what his brother was quick to sense as well.

    I will investigate thissss eavesssdropper. Mortis stated to Judge Fear over their link, turning his empty sockets upon the cabin. Knuckled crackling, the ghoul made his way over to the cabin door, his head tilting to the side as he regarded the slight opening. With a low hiss a decrepit claw curled around the edge of the door, claws scratching upon the painted wood as it was pushed open with a low Crrreeeaaak!

    The stench of decay and rot would hit Nym's delicate nose in a powerful wave, mixed a sense of malaise and dread. Soon after, a sheep's skull, stained with rot and bleached by the sun poked itself inside, the body that loomed on behind it towering past the door frame and decorated with rotting military apparel fitting a Judge of the one true law. "Greetingssss, child." The ghoul hissed, leaning forward but not stepping another foot into the quaint house. In the shade of the night, the skull's empty sockets seemed to glow with pinpricks of unnatural crimson. A trick of the light? Perhaps, but the ghoul's rasping voice had not silenced yet, his jaw mouthing his words detachedly. "Had your parentssss not taught you that eavesssdropping into othersss busssinesss isss a dangerousss affair?"

    The nightmarish figure of perpetual decay gave another loud hiss, continuing to look down at the dog-child with a skeletal grin. He would abstain from giving the pup a sentence... For now. Kev had better start explaining and fast.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Kev on Tue May 20, 2014 12:42 pm

    He didn't expect anything else to happen from those crystals? So he'd tried to hand them out to as many people as possible for practically no reason? Whatever those crystals could do, they were strong enough to make Alexander act like Daemeon, cause Nyreena to help Daemeon do stuff...the idea of what it could possibly do to Shiro and Ana made him angry. And it was all for a social experiment. "I'd hate to see what your idea of an evil plan is." He did all that for a social experiment, practically made Jak his slave to 'make him smarter', what would he do to take over the world?!

    Daemeon looked ready to attack, even seeming about to pounce on Kev himself, but he was quickly distracted. He had a headache. What's even better, he wasn't begging for more! He was actually in pain! Kev was finally able to give him some pain! A little bit of blood dribbled down his own nose, but he wiped it away with a sleeve, not really caring because it felt really good to be able to make him squirm. He wasn't so smug now! Who was weak now, Daemeon? Who was weak now?! The satisfaction rose when Daemeon fell onto his knees...

    ...And abruptly stopped when his head exploded. The alien went rigid, glancing down briefly to see that he was absolutely covered in Daemeon's blood. Daemeon's body was quickly eaten away by...flames of some kind, but Kev focused on the blood, bits of brain. "...That...th-that's never happened before..." In all the years he'd been on the Breach, all the times he'd used that attack on someone trying to destroy the world, it had never made their head explode. Give them a headache? Yes. Cause a bit of bleeding from the ears and/or nose? Sure! Explode like a bomb had been set off inside their skull? He'd...honestly never even seen that happen before. Let alone be the cause of it.

    Judge Fear wrote:"Good work. Now, don't you feel ssso much better?"

    "..." He looked over at the Judge, but he really didn't know how to answer. The world was better without Daemeon for a bit, Daemeon was down one life and that much closer to being gone forever. He'd finally caused him some pain. He should feel good about it...but the aftermath of it all really unnerved him. And the implications...had he always been able to make heads explode? Was he holding himself back that much? Or did being here give him more power than he usually would have had? Such a thing had never really happened on his planet either, at least not without a lot more power and concentration to the point of hurting himself. It could also go back to Daemeon, maybe the type of demon he was, was very weak when attacked with telepathy? All of this was just a guess though...he really didn't know. And it unnerved him.

    He barely noticed the Judge disappear, though he noticed when he came back with a hose. "Preca-EEEP!" His body stiffened up and he wrapped his arms around himself as he was blasted by the cold water. The water sprayed away every evidence of what had happened but oy, was that cold! And Judge Fear's attention to detail earned him a slight glare. "Anymore thorough and the possibility of my species ever continuing will die." The hose was soon turned onto the two judges, Kev deciding to wring his clothes to dry them. His eyes did wander over towards Mortis for a moment when he mentioned Daemeon's blood being poisonous. Interesting. Now less sopping wet and more just generally damp, he turned to Judge Fear as he spoke. That was true, his half of the deal was complete! They were halfway done in fact! Ridley was next. The Judge suddenly stopped talking though, and Kev followed his gaze to the cottage, blinking at the cracked door. Had he left the door open all this time? Or perhaps Nym had left it open when he'd turned in for the night...

    Judge Fear wrote:"We ssseem to have an eavesssdropper."

    "Eavesdropper?" He turned back to the Judge and echoed him. Though his eyes soon widened when it hit him. Eavesdropper. Nym. His son had seen him make a man's head explode like a watermelon. "Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods...please let it be one of the dogs, or the cat, or even a raccoon..." He clenched his eyes tightly, panic building up. How could he have forgotten about Nym?! He should have NEVER agreed to meet at his house to do this! He didn't want this, not this way and not so soon. It was supposed to remain a secret, and even if Daemeon tried to tell people, he was just going to ignore him and play dumb! His son wasn't supposed to see him kill someone! How was he going to explain this to Aya and Zurg? His body started trembling, and it was starting to feel really hard to breath. He'd had the digimon in his house for a month and already he'd been exposed to murder.

    Judge Mortis wrote:"Had your parentssss not taught you that eavesssdropping into othersss busssinesss isss a dangerousss affair?"

    He snapped back to awareness, dragged out of his panicking mind and back to reality, where Judge Mortis was at the doorway and presumably speaking to Nym. His eyes locked onto the skeletal Judge and, even though his panic definitely wasn't lessening, it was at least focused now. With purpose and direction. He dashed forward to the cottage and squeezed his body in between digimon and Judge, looking up at the ram skull. "I-I'll talk to him, okay? Its not his fault. Just-just-just back up. Our business is done here."


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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Nym on Wed May 21, 2014 5:37 am

    Whoop.

    Nym had been detected, apparently, and by Judge Fear no less. Not really what he had in mind, not wanting to get in the middle of this... but it would seem like he didn't have a choice now. Thinking of something to say before he opened the door, he had no chance as he smelled something horrible make its way closer and closer to the door. A creepy finger much like Fear's was seen as it grasped around the door, but the face wasn't familiar at all. Or lack of a face. For a moment, the deep voice and look of the man sent shivers down Nym's spine and made him panic for a brief moment, including the smell that he couldn't up but cover his nostrils for. Same outfit as Fear?

    "I-I live here--Kev's my dad," Nym muttered, trying to remove his gloves from his face. The smell burned so badly, he couldn't help but keep the thick gloves over his mouth. He'd rather not vomit all over this guy, either, so it's either have that or deal with boxing gloves over most of his face. "I wanted to see what was going on, not eavesdrop..." Tis true, oh skeletal one. Though he may have heard things he shouldn't have, it's not like he was purposely sitting here and listening. He just wanted to see when Kev would come inside... and make it not so bad. Instead, he got... whatever Mortis is.

    But with a small explanation given, Nym went silent and kept an eye on Mortis, his fur still staticy and fluffed defensively, trying to withstand the anxiety that was building up in his stomach and the weak knees he had over the intimidation.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Fear on Wed May 21, 2014 5:22 pm

    Oh grud, now Judge Fear was reminded of that insipid madman because of his brother's passing thoug - thump!

    "Oopsss." Looks like Judge Mortis needs to hit the weights, or just invest in cumbersome armour like his more sturdy fellow ghoul. Judge Fear could understand his brother's rising vexation and he would not forgo an explanation. Kev not being able to reproduce, on the other hand, was not seen as a terrible loss. "It isss not poissson that concernsss me," the Dark Judge answered, wringing out his sopping-wet cape. Suddenly the fabric had become ten times heavier and now those broad shoulders were beginning to sharply droop. It was a miracle that Judge Fear's spine didn't fracture into millions of pieces. "The demon'sss blood hasss been known to corrupt, to influence thossse unwitting; given your weakened ssstate and Kev'sss unique method of ingessstion, wassshing everyone down wasss logical." You wouldn't like to be Daemeon's thrall, would you? Of course not, and as the undead fiend had hissed prior: the water was just a precaution. One can never be too careful with the wily sinners of Portal Breach.

    Dis Gon B Gud wrote:I will investigate thissss eavesssdropper.
    Even Gudder wrote:"Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods...please let it be one of the dogs, or the cat, or even a raccoon..."

    Swiveling his head along with his gaze to observe Judge Mortis on the prowl, it was only natural what Judge Fear said next. "It isss not a raccoon," he hissed, not helping the situation. Think he should? Considering how everything just imploded on itself with Kev's staggering amount of panic and Nym's spike in anxiety, maybe. The Dark Judge soon came over, uniform making delicate squish, squelch, squish! noises as he walked, and coupled his nauseating aura with his brother's. It was nothing personal, sinners.

    "Greetingsss, Nym. Are you aware of the sssaying that curiosssity killed the cat?" There was then an awkward pause as the ghoul rectified, "...or dog, in thisss unique cassse." What a pleasant, pleasant surprise. Kev didn't mention that he'd be having his darling "son" over.

    One can only imagine the Dark Judge's elation at this recent discovery. Judge Mortis wouldn't have to imagine it at all.

    As much as it was tempting to purge two birds with one righteous stone, the ghoul knew better. There was an agreement between the two parties, besides; although, to be honest, Nym's fate was technically fair game... Kev had never requested amnesty for those close to him, and Judge Fear was being plenty generous enough as things currently stood. The Dark Judge removed his eyes off the dog-child and instead placed them upon Kev, ethereal pupils burning. "For now," he interjected, adding to the alien's unfinished sentence. They really had only just begun and Daemeon was but the first of many in a long and bloodstained journey. The demon will be back, as with the rest of Portal Breach's iniquitous scum. Alas, alas...

    "We can go," Judge Fear's heavy voice spoke up, "or we can ssstay and explain ourssselvesss. Maybe even entertain a few proper introductionsss." Nothing at all like the Sanctuary, that hectic establishment. "The choice isss yoursss, Kev. Your houssse, your rulesss. I wouldn't be a very good friend otherwissse."

    Wait for it...
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Mortis on Wed May 21, 2014 11:38 pm

    Corrupting effects? The undead lawman was aware from the footage KARR had produced that Daemeon has some sort of power over others, but to hear that it was through blood... As disgusting as such a practice was, the ghoul was certain he could have nullified the demon's life essence in his own manner. That is if Judge Fear had not so kindly given him a cold shower. "Logical, but was it completely necessssary? You know assss well asssss I brother that I may have been able to curdle the sssinner'sss blood with my own abilitiessss." He replied, excess water dripping from the arterial canals and nasal passages of his skull. The ghoul's touch of rot may not be completely lethal yet on its own, but he still managed to keep some amount of potency during the trip to this backwards universe.

    As for their eavesdropper...

    Panic and anxiety peaked as the ghoul had made his way over to the house, Kev's own worried muttering audible in the background. Looks like the alien did not have any extra eyes or ears in mind for this deal. All the better to quickly snuff them out before the extra eyes developed a mouth as well. Although... From the look of the dog-child, he was not going to be saying much given he was having difficulty fighting off the stench of wet corpse. Oh, so the alien had a son. Judge Mortis tilted his head to the side as he looked the child over before glancing at Kev. Apparently looks skipped a few hundred generations or the boy was adopted. The ghoul being an great ounce smarter than the average mutie decided it was the latter. "Sssss... Children sssshould be in bed at thissss hour." He hissed, the ghoul's free arm curling upwards, the knuckled of his claws cracking and popping as they curled and tensed. "Unlessss... You intend on doing ssssomething naughty." Like breaking the law and getting involved in things they should not. His brother soon joined in, an aura of trepidation and sickly decay thick in the air as they loomed, Mortis opened the door a bit wider so Judge Fear could have a full view of their witness. A small invitation in case the fellow Dark Judge wanted to see if his looks could manage to kill this time. Regardless, the alien had never specified having a child at his home, and the ghoul's gnarled claw reached forward with every intent to tuck the child away to sleep for an eternity.

    That is, until he heard scales rubbing up rather snugly and frantically against his rotted leathers.

    The Nick of Time wrote:I-I'll talk to him, okay? Its not his fault. Just-just-just back up. Our business is done here."

    Judge Mortis' ethereal gaze turned to Kev as the spindly alien shoved himself between the two Judges and Nym, as it was soon revealed. So, the alien now dared to stand between two judges of the law and a possible interloper? The alien's will to protect his son was certainly something commonly seen, but at the same time, he could not help but humor such an entertaining display. "Ssssss...." The ghoul's arm remained in mid reach, claws locked in a grasping manner as he thought the scaly sinner over.  They had their deal, and their business was indeed done for now with Judge Fear's interjection. There was indeed still far more to go before the alien could rightfully say they could part ways for good, and who knew, perhaps one day this dog child would be on their steadily growing list. Mortis' only reason he could find to allow this melodrama was that the alien's own prowess far exceeded anything that the two had seen from a Psychically able being.

    Who knew what could be unleashed should this Nym be dealt his sentence.

    However, at Judge Fear's statement, Mortis retracted his lengthy arm hesitantly. Bone crackled and popped as the Dark Judge returned the claw to his side to hang limply, his other removing itself from the door with a scratching sound of thick nails on wood. Their eavesdropper had been spared by the rules of politeness and etiquette, and above all, the sense to know that this entire meeting was a means to an end.

    "I may have been... Hasssty in my judgement..." Mortis slowly stated, picking his words. His spine uncurled from its hunched position, the Dark Judge now as towering as Fear in stature. "Apologiessss, Kev, for ssstartling you and your guessst." His gaze briefly glanced back to Nym, although he may not recognize in the usual manner with the ghoul's dark empty sockets. However, the boy surely would feel as if something were focused on him, an uncomfortable pressure in the back of his mind.

    His bony skull nodded slowly in agreement with Judge Fear's words. After all, what would a friend be if they did not apologize for overstepping their bounds.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Kev on Thu May 22, 2014 3:48 am

    So Daemeon's blood could corrupt things too. That was great, now he'd had to be careful every time the guy bled. The occupants of Portal Breach were one used, misplaced tissue away from being Daemeon's personal puppets of doom. At least the Judge had thought ahead though, Kev's clothes had acted as a rather good buffer against immediately soaking up that blood. Even if the Judge was a bit more thorough than he had liked.

    Back to the present and the situation with Nym, both Judges seemed to loom over the digimon like vultures ready for the pickings. They knew what all the two were capable of, if they really wanted to they could strike Nym down right here and now. Of course, it was pretty likely that Kev would try to return the favor if that were to happen, but this situation reminded him; the Judges' end goal was getting rid of everyone, killing everyone. Not 'just' the bad people, because the Judges saw things differently. Everyone WAS a bad person. Everyone, in their eyes, deserved to die. This would no doubt cause conflicts between them in the future, but Kev also knew they could be reasoned with. They had, after all, agreed not to kill Kev without Kev giving them the 'go ahead and kill me'. Compared to Daemeon 'I wanna screw with people's lives for a social experiment' Orzarson and Ridley 'I'm going to cover the world with goo that kills people' the Dragon...yeah, he'd take the Judges. They could be reasoned with. They had sense!

    ...Though, looking up at the two Judges, he did feel a little afraid that they might ignore his request. He'd done his part of the deal, after all. They technically didn't need him anymore. The alien gave an especially worried, side-eyed glance at Judge Mortis' claws. The gaze of the two Judges seemed heavy, steep, but he tried to remain strong. Nym was an innocent in this, his only crime being that he'd wanted to live with his father out in the Heartlands, and daddy had been an idiot. "Yes, for now." The alien echoed. The alien's gaze shifted to Fear's brother. And...surprisingly, he apologized. "Its alright, Judge Mortis. We all make hasty mistakes, sometimes." Such as deciding to lead a man to your house to be murdered when you had a child in your house... "No harm, no foul."

    Attention shifted back to Judge Fear, and Kev considered his words. "Its...probably better that I explain this alone. Your help would be useful but...this is something I need to do myself." Explaining this was something that had to be done delicately, and that...wasn't exactly the Judges' forte. "I appreciate your help tonight. Both of you. But...I need to fix this, and its been a really long night...perhaps next time." Though as soon as the words left his mind he winced. "W-without the murder, of course. No murdering here, next time. But you could meet the sheep next time." He was still quite panicked, and would likely pass out for a nice, long time when he went to bed but the idea of Nym in danger had given him something steady to grasp and focus on. Keep Nym alive, then freak out. Priorities!


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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Nym on Thu May 22, 2014 5:36 am

    I may need an adult wrote:"Sssss... Children sssshould be in bed at thissss hour. Unlessss... You intend on doing ssssomething naughty."

    Yeah no, that's creepy. That voice. "I'm n-not exactly a child... and no, I wasn't going to do something... naughty..." Weird word. Nym felt intimidated and shrouded even more thanks to Fear stepping up and saying something 'witty' to join with his brother's creepiness.

    Creep #2 wrote:"Greetingsss, Nym. Are you aware of the sssaying that curiosssity killed the cat?" There was then an awkward pause as the ghoul rectified, "...or dog, in thisss unique cassse."

    Nym let out a small snort at that, but said nothing. If he wanted to kill him... the Digimon felt nothing towards the act. He had a feeling Fear wouldn't do such a thing--not now, at least. Nym gave Fear an apathetic and cold look for the time being until he broke contact, staring back at Kev and stating they would leave instead. A moment of relief swept over Nym and noticed how hesitant Mortis was to keep his hand away from him.

    The only reason why Nym figured he wouldn't die this night was because he felt there was more Judge Fear wanted out of him. But what was that, he wondered for a small moment as Kev continued to protect him. How could he have ignored Kev's selfless act of interjecting himself between the two? He gave Kev a small tap of reassurance and then watched the two 'guests', Next time? ringing in his head. Were they going to come over a lot more now? Why? Was he buddies with them? Weren't they bad?

    WHAT'S GOING ON.

    No, Nym will just stand there quietly behind Kev and stare into the soul-less eyes (or sockets) of the judges and wait this out. Someone had to close the door first, right?
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Fear on Thu May 22, 2014 10:11 pm

    "You mean your abilitiesss that are not at maximum efficiency?" was the calm rebuke.

    Judge Fear knew that his brother meant well and he wasn't about to doubt Judge Mortis' own prowess, but this world. This world and all of its sinful inhabitants were not to be underestimated. "You may have been able to curdle the demon'sss blood, according to your wordsss," he pointed out with a firm hiss. Yes, his brother was the champion of rot. Yes, his brother could decay anything, barring a microscopic selection, with but a single touch. And yes, his brother was an undead spirit of the law sworn to uphold justice unto eternity. None of these things were the point, however. "But may isss not good enough and we cannot afford chancesss." If all four had been reunited and returned to power, may was a more acceptable choice. As it stands now, with just two and not even close to their former strength, may was nothing more than a recipe for disaster. Just ask the demon that lurked in Lochlann's hellish depths.

    Seeing as how neither he and his brother had much experience or case law when it concerned demons of any make and creed, Judge Fear was not an undead fiend who particularly liked taking risks. Judge Death may have, or even Judge Fire, but not him.

    And not on a world that called itself Portal Breach.

    In any event, his brother went off to fixate on Nym; which, naturally, proved confusing when the bond between Kev and his "son" was revealed. "He hatched from an egg," the Dark Judge elaborated. That ought to quash any troubled thought Judge Mortis may have, although it was funny about skipping a few hundred generations. Nym was clearly something along the lines of canine ancestry and as for Kev? A reptile, Judge Fear was guessing. Oh, don't reptiles..? "...an egg that Kev did not lay himssself, or any of hisss pssseudo-matesss." There we go, now everything was squared away. Except for the pseudo-mates part because how does a vampiress, an alien, and a reptile make... well, Nym? Speaking of the lad, was he thinking to give Judge Fear the "look"?

    The Dark Judge had half a mind to let his brother rot the child into a goopy mush for disrespecting his elders. Maybe even three-quarters of a mind, but there was just one caveat: Kev. And the scaly alien, remember, had just gotten finished with exploding a sinner's head. Imagine, Judge Mortis, if Kev could be made to contain them within his mind like Anderson had.

    See these cheery cottage walls? Yes, a relaxing mental prison they did not make.

    "Then we ssshall go," agreed the ghoul. He, like his brother, was itching to purge these two sinners and be on their way. To let them live was to directly challenge the very notion of them being capable Judges of the law. But he, unlike his brother, had made no movement that would otherwise be deemed hostile. Judge Fear had been content to loom, to tower above both Kev and his son like a dark, wretched black cloud ready to ruin their day. After all, the concept of fear itself was something felt and not seen.

    Judge Mortis wrote:"I may have been... Hasssty in my judgement..."

    Ah, he could sense his brother's irritation. Stomach this interaction... Diplomacy was a valuable asset on this world, even if it were to be used for ulterior purposes.

    Now was the perfect opportunity to depart and Judge Fear knew better than to further antagonize his brother's saintly patience. "It wasss good to work with you, Kev. We made a great team." And as for Nym, who thought to stare at the helm of Fear without visible trepidation? "And it wasss a pleasssure to sssee you, Nym. I sssimply cannot wait to crossss pathsss again." An invisible claw drew close to the boy's plush spine and gave it a loving stroke, the sensation of a sharp fingernail traveling down from his neck to his lower back. Was that a quiet, soft laugh bouncing around within his little doggy skull? Maybe, maybe...

    "Let'sss go, brother. We have taken up their time long enough. Perhapsss will visssit again one day and take up Kev'sss offer to sssee hisss darling sssheep." And with that the Dark Judge turned his caped back to the duo, Judge Fear shambling off into the night as he let the shadows claim him. He may be gone, sinners, and soon his brother, but know that the ghoul was watching you. The law was never far away from the wicked, remember that.

    Remember, because it may be the last thing you'll ever know.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Mortis on Fri May 23, 2014 1:22 am

    Judge Fear wrote:"You mean your abilities that are not at maximum efficiency?"

    "Sssssss..." He loathed to admit it, but Fear was right. Even with his quick rise in strength the ghoul's abilities were paltry compared to his more acclimated brother, and infantile compared to the green sinner. This level of weakness took some getting used to, here he was looking like Judge Fire of all people. Overtly confident, miffed over a dousing of water, and above all acting foolish without even waving a trident around. "I ssssee your point, brother." Judge Mortis submitted. It was hard to make a suitable argument when the obvious was made so clear. Besides, better the more experienced ghoul tell him now than for him to find out his blunder later down the time line.

    As for Judge Fear's statements about the dog-child however...

    The Dark Judge shook his bony head at his fellow lawman's elaboration. "I am well aware that he is adopted, Fear." Hatched from an egg however, that was something new entirely. For a moment the ghoul's itch to purge this creature was exchanged for sheer puzzlement of how such a mammalian creature could pop out of an egg of all things. Then again, stranger things had happened in Mega-City one and beyond. Things like their leader taking a vacation out in the Cursed Earth and later being banished to hell of all places... All while they were still imprisoned. Oh, and who could forget the creatures Nausea and Phobia made that roamed out there?

    Those pseudo-mates though. If there was indeed a vampire on this miserable rock, perhaps they could be persuaded...

    His attention turned back to the child and his stuttered reply. Oh, and no need to worry, for within Nym's mind a single phrase was uttered to calm his doubts. I am an adult. However, the whisper did not seem to be audible by anyone else. Could it be that the boy's ears were playing tricks on him? Strange things tended to happen to those who did not go to sleep at healthy hours. Nonetheless, he had picked up on the boy's rather disrespectful look as well, and the itch in his claws only grew stronger knowing they could not get at him. At least not now, and certainly not here...

    The ghoul's eyeless gaze turned back to Kev, pondering the possibility of having to spend an eternity here or within Kev's own mind. Cheerful colors and pleasantly open atmospheres were not exactly what this Dark Judge thought to be inviting.  The alien's assurance was regarded as nothing more that politeness, he could still sense the anticipation and anxiety that bubbled within Kev's mind. Ooh! Did the green sinner say that they could meet the sheep the next time they visited? For a split second there was a single, visible wag to the ghoul's otherwise rigidly bony tail, something barely audible whispered on the wind...

    "Ssssssheeeepieeeessss...."

    However, such a whisper was quickly blotted out by a loud crackle of the ghoul's knuckles, those gnarled claws drawn closer to his chest in a corpse-like fashion. A trick of the groaning trees and soft breezes over the grass to be sure, for what undead monstrosity such as himself could possibly find joy in the company of woolly, bleating creatures. The time to part ways had come at last, with Judge Fear giving his goodbye to Kev and Nym. "Yessss, until we meet again, Kev." He hissed, before turning his attention to the dog-child. "Ssstay out of trouble." More of a warning than a friendly bit of advice, before he too turned and shambled off into the night alongside Fear.

    Until next time...
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Kev on Fri May 23, 2014 2:40 am

    Nym sounded uneasy, understandable given the...present situation. At this point, Kev couldn't tell if Judge Fear was again fixating on Nym because of some ulterior motive, or if he just wanted to mess with him since he'd seen their little...act. Either way, he was going to keep them separated from here on out. Their interest in Nym was unnerving...this is precisely why he shouldn't have brought them here. And Aya didn't want Nym anywhere near Judge Fear in the first place. The reassuring touch startled him for a moment, but he turned back to Nym and gave him a reassuring look of his own. He'd touched him...the digimon touched him. That meant he didn't hate Kev, or think he was a monster for what he'd seen. It filled him with some relief, and he really ought to have known better. Would he suddenly hate Nym if he'd made a mistake, either big or small? Of course not...love like that wasn't so easily revoked just because the other had done something wrong. Though he knew that didn't mean he was going to be able to get away with this without some questions from the younger one.

    His attention turned back to Judge Fear as he elaborated that Nym was adopted and not laid by Kev or his...pseudo-mates? That drew an honestly confused stare from the lanky alien. Judge Mortis had insisted that he'd figured as much. Very true, as it wasn't like Kev and Nym really looked like each other. The mention of sheep seemed to go as well as he figured it would, the whisper one the wind had been easily heard. On the whole, the Judges seemed satiated, for now. They agreed to leave. Oh thank the Gods. He was unsure if he could fight the both of them off, especially with that power of Judge Mortis'... "Thanks...I...um, s-same to you." He nodded, unsure what else to do now. Saying their good bye's, the two turned around and left, Kev giving them a slight wave. Once the two had disappeared in the darkness, Kev shut the door and locked it, quickly placing the side of his head against the door.

    No sound. At least, no sign that they had returned to the door once he'd shut it. No sign that they were going to eavesdrop. He heaved a heavy sigh and leaned his body against the door. He ran a hand over his head to calm himself down. He focused on breathing, taking in several deep breathes in and out. Even though the threat of Nym dying had gone...now he had to explain himself. After a few minutes he pushed away from the door and turned to Nym. "Lets...lets go to the kitchen. I'll make us something warm to drink. Tea, maybe hot cocoa if you want." He avoided the digimon's yellow eyes for a moment, directing them to the floor instead. "I'll answer whatever questions you have."


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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Nym on Sat May 24, 2014 6:56 am

    You're not an adult, Mortis. You're a sheep.

    The whole time things got a little awkward, Nym said nothing. What was he to say? This wasn't his business, it was Kev's, and getting into it had more cons than pros, especially since he had made a promise to Aya. But something about Fear's presence made him anxious, as if he waiting for something. Nym didn't know what he was waiting for, but he knew it was something.

    But with the two Judges speaking and making their final notions before heading out, Kev seemed fearful of them. Now this, he didn't understand. Had Kev not apparently killed a man with his own fists before? Had he not just killed someone with what appeared to be an invisible force, like mind control or something? Judge Fear and Mortis were indeed intimidating, but Kev was powerful compared to them, wasn't it? Nym could sense the difference in strength, oh yes, so... why was Kev so afraid to show authority when he had the power to back it up? On his home turf, of all places...

    With the two guests gone, Kev avoided eye contact and offered to make a drink before heading to the kitchen. Nym stood there, dumbfounded for a moment before turning and following him.

    Nym wasn't afraid. He wasn't concerned. He was confused and honestly, a little mad.

    So when he took a seat and everything went quiet for a moment, Kev had to know this would be coming, right? If Zurg or even Aya knew of this...

    "If part of your deal or whatever is for them to come over more often, I'm going to have to stay away while they're here..." That's how most things got done here, right? Deals. Scratch your back, scratch mine sort of thing. Nym went silent afterwards, not even bothering asking what the deal was. It wasn't his business, and he didn't want it to be.
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    Re: Wrong Deal, Right Location

    Post by Kev on Sat May 24, 2014 4:14 pm

    In the kitchen, Kev grabbed out the tea kettle and filled it up with water, placing it on the stove-top to boil. He grabbed out a separate pan and poured some milk into that one, setting it on the stove-top as well. While both liquids waited to boil, Kev grabbed their respective cups, as well as tea bags and hot cocoa powder. The familiar motions of making something to drink put his nerves to rest, though inwardly he dreaded what Nym might say...

    Nym wrote:"If part of your deal or whatever is for them to come over more often, I'm going to have to stay away while they're here..."

    Oh. Well, that wasn't so bad. Though Nym didn't sound...very happy. Kev glanced back to where the digimon was sitting. "Its not part of our deal. I invited them over to see the sheep because Mortis likes sheep and I figured he might calm down and not be so...touch happy. But I understand, I don't want them here when you're here." It had been the only thing he could think of that would get on Mortis' good side. Of the two of them, Mortis scared him more. Fear was in general scarier, but Mortis made him consistently scared. That power of his didn't exactly help.

    Kev placed himself in front of the stove, looking down as the water and milk were still only in the beginnings of starting to boil. "...I'm sorry you had to see that, Nym. I really am, I should have thought ahead, not brought him back here. Not brought any of them here." He should have just killed Daemeon at Jak's grave and been done with it.


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