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    Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Fri May 23, 2014 11:51 pm

    Time: 5: 30 PM
    Date: April 20, 0004

    An afternoon in wake of victory, a session of justice successfully carried out and with nary an impediment on their end. Well aside from the sudden plague of poor aim that thankfully left as soon as it made itself realized. However, as the ghoul pushed open the farmhouse's back door he could not help but feel their victory was not without some amount of uncertainty, perhaps even anxiety if the Dark Judge were to go so far. He let the screen door fall back and smack hollowly against the frame, his rotten feet coming in contact with plush carpet as he slowly shambled into the living room.

    An odd name, considering nearly all the occupants of this residence were in some form or another past the point of being deceased. If only the cultists were a little more open to the idea of eternal rest...

    Old beer cans, discarded from when the old residents had lived here, were idly pushed aside with a light kick from his clawed toes. The empty containers rolled out of the way across the floor, stained the most with old drips from frothy drinks a stink of alcohol rising from them. Setting his clawed hand on the arm of the couch, he briefly regarded its blue fabric, simple yet while it looked as if it were covered in leather, the thinness of it suggested otherwise. Peculiar material, he thought as he turned and sat down into it. Immediately the age of the furniture showed as even his lanky form sank slightly into it, his boy tail wrapping about to rest in his lap before it could be devoured by the spaces between the cushions. Empty sockets were directed to the television's darkened screen, the dust beginning to form upon it from a lack of upkeep mildly distorting his reflection on the glass.

    A small, satisfied sound echoed from the undead judge's hollow chest, toes curling and popping as he leaned back into it. This place could do with a bit more effort towards being derelict, but for now looking recently abandoned was good enough. Better than the family room, covered in homey wall paper and having shelves covered in china ornaments. Why would anyone want to collect figurines of plump malformed children doing mundane tasks anyway? Strange thing, the hummels. Regardless, the Dark Judge's thoughts never ceased to return to the events in the mountains.

    Yes, the ghost-child had been different than them, her form not as stalwart as their own... But was that truly what caused her demise? Even the ghosts of Mega-City One and Deadworld were not so easy as to merely be put to rest by force. How many centuries had they existed with not a single force in existence strong enough to purge them, how long had they been so powerful as to require extreme methods of containment to keep their doctrine from being carried out? Had all that been for naught on their arrival here, their invulnerability now possibly rendered null... Indeed, his brother had been right to say that their duty was to enforce the law and then rest in the peace of death afterwards, but did his brother forget that they too were already dead, but gifted with the blessing of still continuing to exist in a way that allowed their duty to still be done? What if they befell the same fate as the ghost-child before their work in this planet was done?

    Not to mention the oddity of their Chief Judge.

    Judge Fear wrote:Remember the time we had advisssed him to not travel to other dimensssionsss after thossse ssstrange creaturesss had chanced upon Deadworld? Or the time he essscaped to Gotham and managed to drag usss into hisss messsss?

    Oh he remembered that quite well. Especially the part where they had to go and bail him out when he finally was captured by Judge Anderson and housed a rectangle of Boing! Yes, their leader despite being quite visioned in finding a solution to the crime problem, apparently had far too much bone instead of brain rattling about his skull. "Nnnngh..." The Dark Judge reached a gangly arm down and plucked a can of beer from the row that sat next to the couch, still tied to together with plastic. Apparently Death Cult Lite were not much for drinking, good enough he supposed, pulling back the the tab and letting the lukewarm beverage froth some in his grip.

    As for Mrs. Gunderson, the only reason he could fathom was Judge Death had grown lonesome in the wake of Necropolis and enjoyed her pampering. Oh yes, he had seen the sweater she had knitted for him in the recesses of Death's thoughts whenever it bubbled to the surface. Jay De'ath... Honestly. He tipped back the blue and white can against his parted jaws, beer disappearing past his bony palette despite the lack of a throat or muscles to rightfully hold the beverage in. Maybe the smiling ghoul wished to break that oath of celibacy again with the old woman, the thought managing to coax forth a dry huff of a laugh.

    Able to escape his own personal hell his bony ass. Their leader was out cavorting with its demons in the wastes while they were stuck in glasseen. Death was a free spirit, that he could not deny, but the ghoul also one who seemed willing to sink to his knees for one matter or another. You certainly did not see Fear or Fire getting caught up in some ridiculous scenario, being lead about by a spray bottle of all things... Or wearing a chicken on their shoulder for that matter.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Sat May 24, 2014 4:42 am

    Maybe the smiling ghoul wished to break that oath of celibacy again with the old woman, the thought managing to coax forth a dry huff of a laugh.
    ...And what a most pleasant image (along with sound) to stumble into.

    Having taken a bit longer than he would have liked realigning one of K.A.R.R.'s numerous circuits and managing to not electrocute this host into ash during the process, Judge Fear had thought to see what his brother in death was up to. Not much besides drinking and entertaining disgruntled thoughts, apparently. He entered the unkempt living room and wasn't quite approving of its dingy appearance. This may be a farm but the pigs were supposed to be outside, left in the pigsty.

    "Already having a round of drinksss and you didn't think to invite me?" Lightheartedness aside, the Dark Judge had not come to imbibe in poor quality alcohol. He had come to inspect his brother, Judge Mortis' previous mental disturbances having since returned, and the ghoul paused as a rotten claw reached down to grab a nearby can off a stained table. "Why Mortisss, if you had sssimply developed a thirssst for pisssss I could have alwaysss ssscared our dear cultissstsss into preparing a fresssh batch." For grud's sake, brother. If you're going to drink and become one with the furniture at least drink something premium!

    The can was returned to its resting place and the ghoul thought no more of it, instead stepping further into the room with his weighty cape trailing behind. "You are ssstill upssset about what happened to the ghossst-child." Ah, all the subtly of a dull ax to the neck.

    No one ever said that being a capable psychic meant you had to be passive.

    "Right. Come on then," the armoured fiend goaded, chains rattling and leather stretching as he eased his burdened vessel into the recliner across from his brother. "Let'sss hear what isss eating away at you, Mortisss. I've already ssscanned your mind, ssso don't ssskip out on the detailsss. I'll know if you do." And no one ever said that a capable psychic had to be a gentlemen, either. That having been said, Judge Fear extended the right for his brother to disclose on his own terms and words. Just... don't think about Judge Death and Mrs. Gunderson playing kiss chase, alright? There were only so many horrors in the known universe that this old Dark Judge could take.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Sat May 24, 2014 9:03 pm

    Hm? wrote:"Already having a round of drinksss and you didn't think to invite me?"

    The ghoul's bony head turned as he heard that familiar resonating speech, resting the can in his grip on the arm of the couch. Alas, if there was something premium here to drink, Mortis certainly would have taken it up over this... his gaze glanced at the logo on the can. "Buddenberger pisss... However, I ssssuppossse I can make it a little ssstronger than thisss weak ssswill." He mused, lifting a finger and dipping it into the can. The ghoul's decaying touch rusted away the aluminum, until the small hole was now as wide as the can before giving it a slow stir. Alcohol grew stronger the more it fermented, right? Right.

    Drinking preferences aside, Judge Fear had not truly come here for a small indulgence in alcohol. Now, for his true purpose was as obvious as that blunt statment he gave before sitting down in the recliner. "If you insssissst." Mortis drawled, removing his finger from the beer can before taking another swig. A little bit of rot amanged to bring out a moderate amount of kick from the beverage, much to the ghoul's delight. "I had been thinking, are we truly assss eternal asss we claim to be? We have exisssted for centuriesss, desssstroyed all that the living hasss thought to lassst for eternity. That which managed to contain usss? We have outlasssted... However, that isss only becaussse there wassss nothing powerful enough to touch usss, merely contain, entrap." The ghoul paused for a moment, gathering the rest of his thoughts while he took another sip of the fetid beer. "Thisss place isss far different than the dimensssions we have ssseen. Neither the Mega-City'sss dimensssion or oursss had thrown the balance of power between life and death into sssuch a ssspin. Life now eternal for thossse who wisssh it ssso, and death merely a temporary sssetback... What if our own blesssing has been negated by thissss accursssed realm asss well?"

    After all, if death by default here was only for a week and its eteral rest merely a whimsical option, what made it so that their undeath had not been challenged and warped? What kept them from ending up like the ghost-child in the mountains, instead of maintaining their rightful role as forces of death itself? Especially with their current weakness. So far the ghoul had yet to see if Judge Fear could kill with a single glance since his arrival here. Mortis' head tilted slightly, pondering his brother's gaze for a few breif moments.

    Perhaps the answer to that question would have to come later than sooner.

    From the Judge's bony jaws a low, hissing sigh managed to escape. "I realize your prior point in that we were once human, mortal. However, the ssssissster'sss work on our formsss were sssupposssed to negate that weaknesss, the frailty that required usss to eat, drink, feel physssical fatigue and even ssspare usss from the finality of death to continue our dutiesss." Yes, in order to achieve that blessing, they had to die first, but that was besides the point. In esssence, we are ssspiritsss, correct? Ssspiritsss are not suposssed to be dessstroyed. Yet...." Well, Fear knew very well what had occured on the mountainside.

    "Ssssss...." The ghoul brought a rotted hand to his forehead, the clawed digits moving as if trying to massage away a headache between his sheepy eye sockets. "Thisss world continuess to vex me, brother. How many more lawsss will thisss iniquitousss realm break before we are through?"
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Mon May 26, 2014 8:13 am

    Buddenberger?
    "Never heard of it," the more mysterious of the two admitted.

    When the Dark Judge of rot and decay thought to make his drink a little more potent, however... Judge Fear held up a deathly-thin arm and slightly averted his gaze. "I hope you do not do that with your tea." That was quite the disgusting trick, brother. But, perhaps, not as disgusting as sinners being granted immortality...

    "I have alssso heard that there are thossse who perisssh who do not return from beyond the pale." Slightly comforting news, no? Maybe and maybe not, for Judge Mortis seemed to be quite... well, dazed. "Yesss, thisss world is nothing like we have ever faced," the ghoul concurred, crossing one twiggy leg over the other. "We have no aid, no prior experience, and no apparent leader figure. We are, in essssence, marooned." They were down two members and also without the Sisters Death; which, mind, was a severe disadvantage that Judge Fear found reasonable concern. "I do not doubt that we are eternal, Mortisss. However, it may be too sssoon to think that thisss world hasss already ssstripped our blessing."

    It was true that Judge Fear's signature gaze was embarrassingly broken. Unlike his brother who could still decay things, such as that can of festering beer, the armoured Dark Judge struggled a little harder in the line of duty. Wasn't a bad thing, he supposed. It was good practice and it kept him seeking alternative methods of judgement.

    "We are ssspiritsss, yesss. But alssso remember, brother, that the Sssissstersss dabbled in the occult. I would not be sssurprisssed if their magicsss have a limit, or even a counterssspell." That's how these things usually go, right? Judge Fear was no student in the dark arts, but he had fair guesses as to how witches and warlocks performed. "Perhapsss there isss a way to undo our current ssstate of exissstence?" he continued with a small gesture of his hand. While not a particularly nice subject to discuss, it was still better to address the matter openly and realize where their vulnerabilities lied. "And if there isss, I highly doubt anyone on thisss abhorrent world is knowledgable enough to sssend usss back to the grave. You know asss well as I do, brother, that we have never encountered another sssoul that knew the arcane asss well asss the Sssissstersss." The undead fiend waited for his brother to cease rubbing his skull before continuing, "We do not feel pain, nor do we hunger or thirssst. Like the can of beer you are currently holding, we do ssso more out of remembrance than the actual need to consssume. If our blessssing had truly been taken from usss, we would be heading to the local grocery mart every Sssunday to cook up a plate of fisssh and chipsss." It also just so happened that neither of the Dark Judges could fully smell, taste, and touch. They were very much dead, Portal Breach or not.

    Judge Mortis had shortly brought up another good point: their laws. Now this Judge Fear was more worried about, for what was a competent Judge without clear laws to abide and punish by? "I will admit... I had not been expecting the dead to romance with the living. Thisss absssolutely contradictsss our philosssophy." And that meant some revisions were in order...

    A tricky thing when concerning the law. Quite tricky indeed.

    "We are without the Judgesss Death and Fire. To amend our lawsss while they are currently absssent isss, in my fair opinion, sssacrilege," Judge Fear hissed. "It would not be right to exclude them, even if Judge Death hasss acted rassshly in the passst."



    ((And then I somehow caught a second wind, throwing a wrench directly at my sleep schedule.))
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Tue May 27, 2014 3:08 am

    Never heard of it? Neither had Mortis, until now. Given the quality it likely was one of those cheap labels.

    As the ghoul stirred a grotesque talon in his beverage, his sheep-skull head tilted up to look across to Fear. What an odd statement. "That would ssssugessst I prefer my tea rancid, brother."He replied simply. They both knew that was not the correct way to serve tea, although when it came to alcohol... A little creativity could be allowed. "Think of thisss more asss an extended fermentation." And try to ignore the bits floating around on the top.

    Oh, but what was this? Apparently some of the living did not return from the grave to continue their sinful routine. Perhaps it would be comforting, if the ghoul had not already grown wise to the fact that if a sinner could vouche for another attempt at living, they likely could vouche to stay dead as well. "It wasss likely by choice." He stated, tipping the can back and emptying it into his cavernous mouth. "Sssinnersss have more control over their fatesss here. An observation noted with resentment, the Dark Judge's claws giving the beer can a small squeeze before his touch reduced it to powdered rust on his hand. However, the Judge of Decay could not argue with Fear's points, a small nod given as he patted the red dust from his palm.

    Here it was only the two of them, no sisters, no Judge Death to lead them along. Although that was likely a good thing given what happened last time they followed him to a new dimension. However, something else came to mind as the remaining bits of rusted aluminum were removed from his person. "The ssssissstersss had managed to reach out from their dimenssssion and connect with another without the use of a dimensssion jump in the passst. What if we tried to esssstablisssh a link with Deadworld?" He offered, letting his knees lean out to the sides while his hands came to rest in his lap. They had managed to come through and give them aid during the time before Necropolis. This hellish place was no different than being imprisoned in Limbo... Save for all the perpetuating sinners running around in it. Was this what Hell was like, was this the toll for crossing the boundary between life and death to fulfill their duty?

    The ghoul gave another shake of his head, his bony snout cast downward to look thoughtfully at the blue vinyl. "Perhaps, brother. Nausssea and Phobia never really elaborated into what a good job had meant regarding their work." He admitted, tapping his claws against the inside of his thigh.  However, the ghoul was correct in the fact that they still did not require sustenance or feel pain along with other senses associated with the living. Still one detail continued to pick at the back of Mortis' mind. "Doesss the feeling of fatigue not make you wonder?" He asked, gesturing with an open hand. "Sssurely we have felt complacent with our purging of Deadworld and dessssired to resssst in our honessstly earned realm, but I do not remember ussss feeling thoroughly tired and drained assss we do here." Especially after such a paltry session. Since when had only five sinners been so draining to put to rest? They had purged cities, an entire planet, a handful of citizens should not be a massive amount of exertion.

    Ah yes, the romance between living and dead... There was a crackle as Mortis reached out a claw, snagging himself another can of Buddenberger. However, instead of bothering with the tab, the ghoul sank his claws into the rim and ripped off the top before sticking two of his rotten claws within the golden liquid. "SSssssssngggh..." Mortis' claws fermented his beverage into a froth before he tipped back the can against his bleached teeth. "I hope thossse two are the only outliersss, but I feel the nature of thisss realm denotesss otherwissse." However, perhaps there was something that could be done to fix that niggling detail...

    "...I could ssssee usss allowing sssuch a union, if the living party agreed to sssspending their exissstence with them in death." He hissed, taking another sip. However it was right to say that to leave Fire and Death from their discussion would be a crime against their principles. If he could arrive here after a time when Fear had been here for months, who knew when the rest of their group would arrive. Although... "Asss much asss I would wisssh to keep faith that Death and Fire will join usss here, their arrival isss uncertain. We could be waiting for eonsss before they finally arrive." He pointed out, setting his beer on the arm of the couch. "We could wait for them, yesss. But for how long until we can wait for them no longer?"

    After all, Death had not waited for them in order to change his mind about anything, brashness or not.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Tue May 27, 2014 7:48 am

    "You prefer many thingsss rancid," came the ghoul's succinct response. And try to ignore the odd floating bits, was it? That was nearly the equivalent of asking Judge Fear to ignore a group of schoolchildren screaming about their business, disturbing the general peace with their careless noise pollution. Extended fermentation, right. He found it wiser to simply let his brother do his thing and no longer questioned Judge Mortis' eccentric tastes. If one could call them as such...

    Silent and deathly still, the characteristically quiet one of the ghoulish tetrad kept his unworldly eyes focused upon a certain herbivore's skull. For the longest while the armoured Dark Judge said not a word to his brother and the living room plunged into an awkward silence. An interesting notion, sinners being able to choose between life or death. A rotten finger idly traced the outlines of the recliner's worn fabric while several leathery toes complete with monstrous nails unconsciously flexed outward and in, the ghoul lost to contemplation. Had this not always been the case, however? A dutiful sinner could have always made the right choice without the Dark Judges' guidance, and that was to free their unjust souls from the wild temptations of life. They even could go about their own demise with however they desired; guns, knives, falling off tall buildings or painless suffocation... These were all perfectly valid choices and none of them were scorned.

    Perfectly valid choices that were oftentimes ignored, nevertheless.

    Feelings of resentment trickled into Judge Fear's wafting thoughts but the bitterness was a foreign invader. It instead had leaked from Judge Mortis' unease, their mental connection sharing details across the void. Always cognizant of this fact, the Dark Judge kept up his guard and was mindful of what to openly share and what to vigilantly keep under lock and key. He cared for his brother and would never betray his trust, but even Judge Fear liked to keep his innermost reflections private.

    "Control over fate isss an illusssion," the ghoul hissed aloud, finding it proper to now speak. He gestured with a green claw and further added, "Thessse sssinnersss may choossse when to relent, but they are no more entertaining a lie asss they are brazenly committing crime at thisss very moment."

    In short, eternity was a daunting burden to manage. Who was to say that some of the lives here wouldn't grow tired with their seemingly endless lifespans and one day sought release? "The civiliansss are unaccussstomed to longevity. They will become disssillusssioned with the sssupposssed "better" life and eventually realize that nothing holdsss any value in the cosssmic ssscheme of thingsss. Familiesss, friendsss, possssessssionsss and emotionsss; all trivial detailsss that will crumble before their very eyesss asss their sssoulsss are ssslowly ssstripped of humanity. Only the cold, absssolute embrace of death will await them in the end. That, brother, will be the Judgement Day we ssso patiently bide for." They will beg, Mortis, beg to be put down in a desperate attempt to be spared from monotony's wheel. Rusty palms gave way to a question, although Judge Fear response would regrettably disappoint.

    "I am... uncertain if we will be able to essstablisssh communication with Deadworld," he answered. It was true that the Sisters had aided them during Necropolis, but... Alas the Dark Judge had to shake his helm, the undead fiend not quite as hopeful. "Mega-City One may have been located in another dimensssion but it wasss ssstill upon Earth. Thisss world could be anywhere in the known universsse, Mortisss. It could even be removed from ssspace and time, and while I do not doubt the Sssistersss' prowessss in the dark artsss... I do doubt their ability to transsscend infinite dimensssionsss." It would literally be like searching for a needle in a haystack, but, in this case, a haystack the size of an entire universe.

    There was also the fact that every world had been destroyed in the supposed multiverse, yet Judge Fear could not readily prove this widely-accepted belief. "Recall the circumstancesss pertaining to your own arrival," the ghoul noted. "In what wasss the courssse of ssseveral hoursss to you, I had ssspent an alarming essstimate of ssseven monthsss upon Portal Breach during the interim. I sssomewhat dread to think that we are not from the sssame continuity."

    See how quickly things were beginning to compound upon themselves, brother?

    "Enough of that, however. We are here and there isss no changing our troubling sssituation with the toolsss given to usss," Judge Fear hissed. He was determined to remain levelheaded regardless of just how dire things had become, unafraid of the ambiguous future before them. If the ghoul let everything get to him and lost resolve, what will then happen to his brother's? "Yesss, I have wondered about the fatigue. It isss perplexing that we, immortal ssspiritsss having long ago transsscended mortal weaknessss, be humbled enough to figuratively pant after purging a disssmal amount of sssinnersss." Which brought everything back to the Dark Judge's point: their less-than-virtuous origins. "We come from imperfect ssstock, Mortisss. Asss much asss the Sssissstersss have tried to eliminate all sssin from our jussst persssonsss, we will be haunted by the truth ssso long asss we exissst. Whereasss in one realm our word wasss law and the Sssissstersss' magics perfected, we are little more than an awkward fit in another. You remember how much we opposssed usssing the dimensssional technology after thossse odd aliensss chanced upon usss for thisss very reassson."

    Of course their wondrous leader, Judge Death, had unsurprisingly disregarded their wishes. It was thanks to his arrogance that the four Dark Judges had encountered Mega-City One and its myriad of vexing crucibles. If only Judge Death had listened and was content to remain upon Deadworld and take solace in the fact that they had brought everlasting justice upon it...

    Recalling their vote as if it were just yesterday, Judge Fear openly sighed and began rubbing the top of his helm wearily. It seems he and his brother were not alone in experiencing headaches today. "...You know, I'm going to be frank," he began, looking up and sounding disgruntled. "If thossse bloody aliensss hadn't disssturbed usss and kept their accursssed technology to themssselvesss, we'd mossst likely be back upon Deadworld and enjoying the hard-earned rewardsss of our labour. We practically did that for centuriesss and never once wasss I greedily asssking for more. For grud'sss sssake, not even Judge Fire wasss incessssant about finding more sssinnersss to purge." But Judge Death was. Always was Judge Death thinking about broadening the scope of their jurisdiction when it had originally been exclusive to Deadworld and nothing more. "We had done our jobsss," Judge Fear grumbled. He leaned back into his seat and felt rather nonplussed about spilt milk. "And, immediately after russshing in to sssave our hasssty brother from an otherwissse wretched sssituation, everything from that point on might asss well be consssidered unpaid overtime."

    He certainly didn't sign up for jumping across the dimensional gap, naively believing that four little Judges in a great, big multiversal pond could actually make a lick of difference. What good was purging one world when countless others were birthed into creation faster than they could be liberated? "Damn Sssidney... If we ever build a time machine and go back before the alien travelersss arrive, we're going to ssstick hisss ghossstly ssself into an empty ssspaghetti jar and give him a real what-for. Maybe leave him in there for a decade or two, let him ssstew for a bit."

    How's that for your faithful lieutenants, you right tosser?

    By now Judge Mortis' aggravation was beginning to saturate his brother's mental being and Judge Fear found himself reaching for a can of warm, cheaply-made beer. Psychic tethers were as much a blessing as they were a curse.

    "Asss if a mortal isss going to willingly part with their life in holy matrimony," the undead fiend snorted. If it were that simple they would have all issued marriage licenses instead of going about slaughtering everyone! For a moment the Dark Judge made as if to open his helm's grating and drink, but, wouldn't you know it, he was reminded of the fact that his looks could kill. "...And if we build that time machine, I'm going to requessst that the Sssissstersss rethink their theme for me." Because, honestly, not being able to reveal your face even when you don't want to kill someone was just a major inconvenience.

    With loud creaks and cracks of his bones and joints the ghoul rose up and made his way for the couch, gruffly demanding his brother to quit hogging it. "Move assside. I can't drink thisss with you looking at me and I don't want to ussse a ssstraw." Considering the only straws in the house were those children's bendy ones...

    ...creeeeeeak!

    CRACK!

    Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug.

    "...Wow, thisss really tassstesss like pissss." Augh, horrendous! Judge Fear offered the can to his brother and mildly coughed. "Jussst ssstick your finger in it," he said. "It can't posssibly tassste any worssse than it already isss. Go on, Mortisss. You have a better ssshot making thisss beer actually drinkable than we do dissscovering either Death or Fire on thisss forsssaken world. After all, it'sss not like we don't have an eternity to wait for them." Does that answer your question, brother?
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Wed May 28, 2014 3:43 am

    Damn Straight wrote:"You prefer many thingsss rancid,"

    A rasping, soft chuckle rumbled from the ghoul's bony chest. "Many things, but not all." Take tea and biscuits for example. It was hard to enjoy biscuits when the bread was stale and moldy. As for tea? Who could enjoy it when the leaves had disintegrated and dried out from age? Some things simply did not fare well with extreme age. However, it appeared that Mortis' statement seemed unwise, as his fellow Judge grew more eerily silent than usual. Mental link or not, Mortis did not need to scan Fear's mind in order to know what was going on within his unliving mind.

    The ghoul did not move to object as Judge Fear went on to speak, listening patiently. Once his brother had grown silent, Mortis spoke up once more. "I realize thissss asss well, Fear. However, my worriesss lie elsssewhere." He grew silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts before his gaze rose to meet with the other Dark Judge. "It is not that the sssinnersss on this dimensssion can choossse death, but that they have a choice to return from their eternal ressst, not undead like usss, but asss a living being." Yes, they could merely send them back to the grave once more, but there was another detail that troubled the ghoul's mind. The undead Judge removed a hand from his lap as he gestured while speaking. "How ssshall we manage the innocent and the unjussst, when they can flip between ssstatess upon their choosssing? A citizen can be laid to ressst for eonsss, yet if they decide it ssso they can return from the grave and continue their iniquitousss behavior." The were supposed living were evil, the dead innocent, and the undead their allies against the living. Instead the dead and the undead could be sinful all the same, with some even having allianced themselves alongside the living. This dimension was madness!

    The living could choose to stay dead, or grow tired of their just rest and return to cause more havoc. What could that mean for their doctrine if sinner and innocent alike still held the same thoughts and temptations? Despite such conflicting ideas, the ghoul gave a slow nod to his brother. [b]You are correct." Mortis agreed. "This realm may grant an eternity of exissstence, but a life of immortality while retaining mortal needsss and painsss. Sssuch burdensss will become tiring before overlong, and they will sssee the wisssdom in death." He replied, with it a small sense of reassurance washing over his consciousness, his hand returning to rest on his legs. Despite Mortis' regained assurance, it appeared there was still another puzzling predicament on their just claws.

    Deadworld.

    Another point was brought up by Fear, characteristically chilling. There were indeed plenty of dimensions, too many to count in fact. This one could even be removed from time and space as they knew of it and therefore out of the sisters' reach. Despite such harrowing circumstances, the ghoul could not help but find the fellow Judge's outlook to be rather bleak... "We could be ssstranded here, dissconnected completely from the sssisssterss and Deadworld. I sssee your point in thisss. However, do you not believe we ssshould ssstill make an attempt? Think of it, brother, there isss a chance we could ssstumble acrosss the sssisssterssss while they are sssearching for usss." Luck may have come to Death like moths to a flame, but perhaps they merely had to go and seek out their good fortune. Even if they failed to find the sisters, their effort would not be wasted for an un-worthwhile cause. Although, the ghoul's claws visibly curled and raised slightly at Fear's next statement. With that logic, he could indeed be from another continuity, as could Fear. But how much of that truly mattered? "Even if we find the sssisssterss are from another continuity, ssso long asss they follow the doctrine asss we do and they are able to aid usss, what difference doesss it truly make?" They would likely remember them as the sisters from their continuity had.

    "Even then, I have no memory of what transsspired on Mega-City One'sss sssurface. My work brought me deep undrground to itssss vitalsss." He added pointedly. Did Mortis not behave and perform just as Fear had remembered? Had the ghoul not shared Fear's same memories, their accomplishments and trials alike?

    Or perhaps this notion was all but a head-game that Judge Fear decided to entertain. Likely so, as such a topic was quickly dismissed in favor of the mysterious fatigue.

    Mortis' claws slowly settled, one resting on the couch's arm while the other laid on his thigh. Perhaps it was true that this fatigue was generated from their stock, even when stated mentally, mortal rolled off the proverbial tongue like an infection. Weak, tasting of sour pus, even the Judge of Decay was none too proud of their origins. Their accomplishments, however... Again, you are correct." the ghoul relented. Against Fear's argument he could not retort, each dimension held their own laws, however outlandish and ridiculous. The vast emptiness of Limbo was testament to that. Mortis' skull perked slightly at the mention of their first, and last, interdimensional visitors. "Yesss, I remember them well." The ghoul had been scratching his bony shout at the occurrence, unable to make heads or tails of what they were saying. Regardless, they rotted all the same in his grip. "Thossse dimensssion jumpsss were likely the worssst thing to come to usss." He hissed thoughtfully, retrieving his beer from the arm of the couch and taking a few sips.

    A statement that both ghouls could agree on.

    More than content to stay in agreeable silence, Mortis nodded his bony head once more before setting his beer back on the arm of the couch. The only reassson Sssidney wissshed to travel likely wassss due to disscovering life could visssit our jurisssdiction. He jussst could not passs up the opportunity and drag usss along when he figured out that hisss rank wasss nothing without usss backing him up." Chief Judge or not, none of their leader's accomplishments that brought him to taking over Deadworld's Justice Department and purging the planet of life was done by his hand alone. Even Fire, for all his flamboyancy and lofty temper, could manage a greater kill count alone than Death had ever been able to create on his lonesome. "Unpaid overtime without a vacation." Sitting in those glasseen shards did not count for anything either. As for that time machine idea... "I want the honorsss of russsting that jar-lid sssshut." Let them see how well Death could worm his way out through a seized jar lid. That would be worth the effort of going back all those years to be sure.

    Oh, but what was this? Did the Judge's empty eye sockets deceive, or had Fear lowered himself to drinking from the case of piss-beer?

    ...And not without tossing a snort his way about marriage licenses. Mortis gave a shrug of his bony shoulders raising his beverage to his teeth and taking another swig. I have witnesssed mortalsss do odd thingsss for the sssake of love. Even more outlandisssh thingsss for the sssake of their own well-being." He graveled in reminiscence. How could he forget the time he stumbled upon and purged an entire wedding reception? The ghoul could still remember the denial of the groom as he attempted to flee with his half-decayed bride, poetic, as Fire would put it. And when his lovely bride was put to rest? The man held no qualms about severing her hand to flee like a rat on a sinking ship.

    Poetic. Short-sighted and poorly judged means of escaping the inevitable, a typical sinner reaction.

    The ghoul was drawn from his thoughts just as he noticed Fear begin to reach for his helm grating, making the ghoul pause mid sip. When it appeared his brother was not going to reveal his killer face did Mortis relax, obligingly closing his legs some and scooting closer to the side to allow Fear some room to sit while he drank. "Of course, Fear." Came Mortis' reply as his brother deemed the alcohol too weak for his consumption. With a free hand the ghoul stuck two spindly fingers into the brew and gave them an idle swirl. Regarding Sidney however, those rancid claws gave a a few extra laps before removing themselves. The fermentation brought out a strong alcoholic smell, laced with what remained of the hops and other stingily added seasonings.

    "All the time in the world indeed." He hissed, before taking another drink from his own can. If they had time to slow down for a couple of incredibly weak drinks, they could wait a while longer for the possible time Death and Fire managed to fall face first onto this ridiculous rock.

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Thu May 29, 2014 6:17 am

    "Ah, ssso that isss what troublesss you." It was not the fact that sinners could choose at any given time and return, but it was that they could return to the living. In all honesty Judge Fear didn't have a solution for this, at least not yet, but he did find something worth highlighting. "Return after eonsss of ressst, you sssay? Sssoundsss like eternal job sssecurity to me." Unlike Deadworld where they had purged every living person and thought to quietly retire, with the bold exception of Judge Death, this world promised to keep them in the judging profession for millennia! That wasn't such a bad thing, although it may prove demanding at times... But, then again, when wasn't being a faithful Judge of the law demanding?

    It was good to sense his brother's returning comfort. Judge Fear visibly relaxed and let his claws dangle freely over their armrests. "I am not opposssed to trying," he hissed, regarding the Sisters and their missing kin. "But I am cognizant of the near-impossssible oddsss before usss. There isss alssso a chance, Mortisss, that we contact sssomething or sssomeone whom we do not want. The void, after all, covetsss many horrorsss. Recall the time we had been sssummoned to witnesss trial with Behemoth the Beassst, Judge Dredd'sss innocence called into quessstion."

    That had been a right doozy, that one.

    Judge Fear quickly fanned the memory away, along with wondering if the Judge Mortis before him actually was his Judge Mortis; and vice versa. It was hard to tell when time shenanigans were involved. "That isss a very good point, and an honessst one. I never could wrap my head around why Death wasss our leader when, to put it bluntly, he had the mossst basssic of our powersss. Judge Fire wasss the one who could burn down entire ssschools, and you can rot many sssinnersss in the courssse of an hour. Asss for myssself?" The Dark Judge shrugged his burdened shoulders, chains lightly rattling. "I can sssimply walk around with my helm open and mosssey down a sssidewalk. Or even ssstare into a live camera and project my gaze acrossss many telliesss. No matter the method, the three of usss can purge mortalsss far quicker than ol' Sssidney." Then again, Judge Death had that stroke of luck none of them possessed. A good example was when he stumbled upon nuclear warheads and blasted Las Vegas sky-high. And, of course, Necropolis; Death had help with that one, however.

    The ghoul reached up to stroke his "chin" in thought, sounds of contemplation audible from within that grinning helm. "I hope thisss doesssn't mean we're ssseen asss ssstoogesss," he mumbled. Given the fact that three of the Dark Judges were commonly seen taking orders from Judge Death, this was probably a disappointing reality with the sinners of old. Mooks, lieutenants, bully boys, cronies; none of these labels were very... what's the word? Maybe it'll come back to him. "Nope, ssshould have left him alone on Mega-City One for at leassst ssseveral yearsss," Judge Fear decided. "It'sss not our fault the Sssissstersss lossst their - "

    Degrading! Yes, that's a very good word for it. Oops, momentarily lost his train of thought...

    "...What wasss I sssaying?" the Dark Judge slowly inquired. Hmm, perhaps it wasn't important. It must not have been, because he soon released a resonating chuckle at his brother's "offer" to rust the lid shut. "Nothing a little glasssss cannot cure. You know we've ssspent more time encasssed in glasssseen than he hasss? It wasss alwaysss ssstrange whenever a sssinner releasssed Death and not usss. I tell you, he sssometimesss hasss it too easssy." And that had the potential to make one a complacent Judge.

    And as for the concept of love and marriage, Judge Fear dismissed a rotten hand at the foolish notions. "We ssswore an oath of celibacy; thessse mattersss do not concern usss, and I prefer to keep it that way." But not Sidney. Of course not Sidney.

    Relax, brother! He hadn't forgotten about his gaze. That pause was worth it, though.

    "That'sss good enough, thank you." Alright, time to try Judge Mortis' suicide brew. Thinking it wouldn't be more lethal than ye average rat poison, Judge Fear had severely underestimated his brother's rancid touch. No sooner had he swallowed a few sips, and quite stupidly, immediately the ghoul realized his mistake. "SSSSSS!" Toes curled and fingers clenched, Judge Fears's vessel stiffening all over. "Mortisss," he rasped, petrified. "I think... I think you made it a little too ssstrong." Oh hang on, there was something in the ghoul's throat. He thumped his chest with a fist and proceeded to cough, shortly spitting out... something thick and wobbly?

    Whatever it was landed right onto the carpet, about two meters away from where the undead fiends were sitting. Upon further inspection, however, and leaning forward... "..." The mysterious obtrusion was none other than Judge Fear's tongue, or at least this body's, and he quietly glanced down at the fetid beer in his grasp. Right, that had been a very bad, bad idea.

    "Jussst remembered, I'm allergic to bittersss." He wisely pressed his half-emptied can into Judge Mortis' chest and didn't bother with the glancing.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Fri May 30, 2014 12:06 am

    Yes, that just about hit the ghoul's worries right on the head. Fear was rewarded with a nod and an agreeing hum from the other Dark Judge, who now was complacent enough to swish some of the beer around within his can. Yes, the fact that sinners could just pop out of the ground and continue their criminal activities did ensure they had a job to carry out, but the ghoul could not help but ponder. "I have no qualmsss with our dutiesss, Fear. However I wonder if perhapsss there could be more to do while we figure out thisss realm entirely." He offered, taking another drink. "If it were not for Sssidney'sss decisssion to drag usss along to Mega-City One, I would not have minded taking up sssome extracurricular reading on the ssside." He admitted through his beverage.

    The things one could learn though reading, a pity their Chief Judge had not thought to enlighten himself until after everything else had failed.

    "How about you, Fear?" He asked, setting the can down on the couch arm. What sort of activities fancied the ghoul when time ceased to exist?

    Definitely not sticking his paddies in the inter-dimensional water, that was for sure. Aside from possibly finding the Sisters, all sorts of odd horrors could be awaiting them and could possibly even summon them. "... I sssee your point." Mortis hissed thoughtfully. If such dangers truly were far more discouraging than the backwards laws of this realm, they could wait. "The Sssisssterss are far more potent than usss, they likely could sssearch without worry. The uncertainty of thisss world mussst be making me more rasssh when I ssshould be patient." That trial though, he remembered that one well enough. With a rough rumble of a laugh, the ghoul's sheep skull gave a small shake. "I remember the presssiding judge wisshed to know who Death'sss tailor was after he popped from the ground like a daisssy. Of what purpossse were we sssummoned for? We did not sssay a single word throughout that trial." Death could have done his little circus act without them bearing witness. What had gotten into their Chief Judge that made him so... hammy anyhow? Before running into Anderson--

    "That explainsss everything. The ghoul hissed in the wake of his epiphany. Claws curled and a wondering hiss escaped him. He had been trapped within the Psi-Judge's mind in the past as well. Could he have-?

    One Fine Day in Necropolis wrote:"Doesss that feel good, misss?"

    "Nnnnghhh...." The ham had spread, and Mortis grasped his beer can again to guzzle down the rest of his brew. A pity he no longer held the capacity to grow drunk enough to forget. Luckily his brother was kind enough to change the conversation back to their illustrious leader. With a firm nod the ghoul crushed his second beer can into a plume of red dust. "We alssso held more ssssenssse than he could ever think to possess. After we came to aid him the firssst time, it wasss asss if he decided that our input no longer mattered," Remember when they came back from their defeat on Deadworld, purging the populace only to be sent to Limbo? "The sssinner Judgesss had toolsss to banisssh usss, but Sssidney wasss ssso caught up in his quessst for revenge he lossst sssight of the inevitable." From there it just seemed to spiral, worse than when Death wished to D-jump to a random location. The first time they had to bail him out, the ghoul actually seemed to heed their warning when greater weaponry was used against them. "The only reassson I could ssee that we did not overtake hisss possition, wasss that he had thossse two girlfriendsss of hisss." He grumbled, slumping some down into the couch. There were three others, he remembered, but he could not rightly tell what their interests truly were.

    Although he had to admit, Dementia was quite a pretty thing, even with her constant manic laughter and penchant for undergarments made from living bats. But for all her looks there may as well have been webs where her brain would be...

    Judge Fear wrote:"It'sss not our fault the Sssissstersss lossst their-"

    "Boyfriend." Mortis finished, propping his bony jaw against a rotted hand. Oh, he remembered sitting in glasseen for all those years. "Remember finding out Sssidney ditched usss for the wassstess? From the mouth of sssome sssinner who believed himssself entitled to our aid, no lesss." The ghoul's fingers idly tapped against his cheek bones. "What desssperation drivesss a mortal to think we are loyal to their city, after what they had put usss through?" As for his brother's befuddlement over Sidney's luck regarding containment, the ghoul had a possible answer. "Sssinnerss can relate to him. Look at hisss form, if one were to place him in the garb of a Mega-City One Judge, no one would take notice at firssst glance until he came clossser. In that, he isss in a way, approachable. Esspecially with that... Charisssma of hisss." But that was only a minor detail in the larger scale of things. "They alssso ssse that he isss giving the ordersss inssstead of following them, therefore appearing in control. Power isss one of a ssssinner's greatessst temptationsss and drawsss, they admire it no matter itsss purpossse or intent." At some points they even craved it to the point of madness. Such was the way of mortals, it seemed. A fact that history would retell over and over and over... The ghoul's bony snout tilted slightly in Fear's direction as he accepted the fetid brew.

    "I sssuppossse you are correct, love hasss no place in the court of law-"

    Plop!

    Was that Fear's tongue? Judge Mortis tilted his head slightly at the odd wiggly mass that now sat on the floor, along with his brother's rather loud hiss. Bending and reaching forward, the ghoul retrieved the escaped organ from the carpet, plucking a few stray fibers from it as he sat back upright. "Indeed, I believe thisss belongsss to you." The undead Judge hissed, offering the still damp tongue back to Fear. In the process, he heard something gently thump against his chest. Apparently his brother no longer wanted the can. "Your allergy isss my delight." Mortis replied smoothly, taking the can in his grasp. His bony head tilted back, the sheep skull's jaw seeming to come unhinged with how wide it opened before he dumped the contents of the beer can into the gaping, sun-bleached chasm.

    When the final drips of the heavily fermented drink had disappeared down the undead's non-existent throat, his jaw settled back to it's natural position, but not before an audible gurgle made itself heard from his decayed stomach.

    "Brruuuuaaaap! Too strong indeed. Fanning away the expelled gas cloud, Mortis leaned back against the couch and allowed his immense arm-span drape over the top of it. His gaze drifted over towards the kitchen as the resting arm curled and settled its claws on Fear's armored shoulder, giving the pauldron a fond pat. "You know, we could have a look around, sssee if there isss anything ssstronger than this pisss-ssswill. There hasss to be sssome liquid rat poissson or inssecticide ssssitting in one of thosssse cabinetsss." He offered, nodding his head towards the sink. From the looks of things that was the most promising area to look. It even still retained the child proofing locks on the white doors just beneath the basin!
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Fri May 30, 2014 3:51 pm

    More to do? That was an odd... concept. What more was there besides upholding the law and cleansing the world of sin?

    Judge Mortis professed his desire to read and shortly asked what extracurricular activities he would like when not busy purging sinners. A bit of a foreign notion, come to think. "...I honessstly have not taken the time to decide," replied the Dark Judge, hesitant. And that was mainly because Judge Fear hadn't thought about entertaining anything else while continually on the job. For Pete's sake, the ghoul couldn't even remember what hobbies he enjoyed while alive... It's not like any of them had planned this far ahead! "Drokk me," he openly swore, borrowing an obscenity from Mega-City One. When you've heard it escape a sinner's lips countless times throughout the years, it was prone to slip into one's dialogue. "That isss a good quessstion, Mortisss. I didn't think we'd have to figure thessse mortal thingsss out upon turning."

    He actually didn't think about a lot of things after turning, because it wasn't often required of an undead super-fiend hellbent on wiping out all life from existence. That was usually a fulfilling pastime enough, with little wiggle room for anything else. Not anymore, apparently... "At leassst there isss a library in the city for you to browssse. You ssshall find your booksss there." Hmm... maybe the Dark Judge could also find reading material relevant to hobbies and see if there was anything he preferred? More thought will have to be devoted to this later, for there was still a discussion to occupy his attention.

    "I would not sssay you are rasssh, brother." Only one of them was rash and he was not here. "If anything, we are both trying to acclimate with thisss world. Portal Breach isss like nothing we have ever encountered." It was only logical that Judge Mortis wished to reach out and enlist aid, the same for why Judge Fear was exercising an additional layer of caution.

    There was still a piece of him that doubted the Sisters would be able to find their precise location, however...

    Rumbling laughter interrupted the Dark Judge's grim thoughts and he idly wondered what had his brother so humoured. "That wasss Chief Judge Cal," the ghoul answered. An odd man, that one. Probably odder than P.J. Maybe, but not as odd as the entire circumstances surrounding that bizarre kangaroo court. To this very day Judge Fear was not certain if the event had actually transpired or if it was all just... an exaggerated memory; a figment of his spirit manipulated for the sole amusement of an interdimensional conquistador. Well, when you put it like that, he much preferred it having happened! "We were there to look good, Mortisss. To ssstand pretty and not sssay a thing. Isssn't that what we normally do?" Hence them being Judge Death's trio of cronies? Such was the unflattering life of a lieutenant...

    A brief glimmer of Anderson filled his mind's eye and the ghoul let out a pensive hum. "I do not think being trapped within Anderssson'sss mind isss what affected Death. He hasss alwaysss been a bit more..." Ah, what's a good word? Judge Fear rested a curled finger upon his helm and continued, "...aloof." The grinning spook did whatever he wanted, after all. There was no stopping Judge Death once his mind was put to it.

    Oh, but Limbo...

    That absolutely got an irritated hiss out of the armoured Dark Judge, for he was quite intimate with Limbo. "Never mind our input, Mortisss. We did not matter!" Alright, so maybe that was not entirely true; it was just wicked hard to believe Death cared for them, given their Chief Judge's spotted track record, and Judge Fear was a tad biased. For good reason, though! "I wasss the one who lossst their vessssel firssst," he growled, raising up a single claw. Another was shortly raised next to its kin. "And I wasss the one banissshed to Limbo before any of you cared to join me! Both timesss, Mortisss, both timesss I received the ssshort end of the ssstick during our earlier foraysss into the Mega-City." That was enough to make a Judge bitter, but don't take his word for it. A pinch angry and not bothering to hide it, Judge Fear's mind took a dip down memory lane and old feelings resurfaced - sour ones. "Don't get me ssstarted on being encasssed in a plassstic bubble, either." Them, all-powerful Judges of the law, defeated by something so mundane as plastic!

    "Pah, I wouldn't want to be a Chief Judge for anything in the universsse," the ghoul admitted crossly. It was all one big headache and he was much happier walking a familiar beat without the politics. "Besssidesss, asss much asss we moan and groan about Sssidney and hisss proclivity for half-baked ssshenanigansss, we would never betray him. We are brothersss, after all." And Judge Fear didn't fancy himself an oath-breaker. "We alssso owe it to him and hisss, dare I sssay it, girlfriendsss for thisss enlightened ssstate of being."

    But yes, Judge Death was very much the Sisters' boyfriend. Ugh, the things they did together...

    Judge Mortis wrote:"Remember finding out Sssidney ditched usss for the wassstess? From the mouth of sssome sssinner who believed himssself entitled to our aid, no lesss."

    "On sssecond thought, I'd betray Sssidney in a sinner's heartbeat if it meant I didn't have to ssspend another sssecond in glassseen." Alas, the Dark Judge was merely jesting and he let out a boisterous string of laughter. "Ha ha ha! It wouldn't be worth the eternal ssscolding, but the look on hisss leathery face would almossst be worth the misssery!"

    It was true what his brother said, though - about sinners, their thirst for power, and Judge Death's analogous features compared to them.

    Judge Fear gave it some thought before simply asking, "Doesss it ever ssstrike you, Mortisss, that the citizensss of Mega-City One were below average intelligence? I know Judge Death appearsss the mossst ordinary out of all of usss, but honessstly. He ssshamblesss about and loudly blurtsss out who he isss, what he ssstands for, and what he'sss about to do to you. It alwaysss ssstruck me odd that sssinnersss thought they could reassson with him." Unless they could force his hand with sinner-made devices, such as fear gas. "...It alssso ssstruck me odd that Death isss afraid of cutesssy thingsss." Like chubby pegasi and fuzzy bunnies.

    There was a creak of metal as the Dark Judge closed up his helm, gaze now safely fixating onto a certain muscle. "Go ahead and rot it," he requested. It wasn't worth the time and effort to stitch it back on this body and Judge Fear could articulate himself just fine without it. And good grud, Mortis, that belch!

    Tink, tink, tink!

    Rotten claws lightly rapped against polished steel, although the armoured ghoul was hardly fussed. So long as Judge Mortis didn't scuff anything up, there was no harm in a little brotherly affection. Now, regarding the rat poison..."Passss," Judge Fear hissed, not having to think twice about his decision. Come now, brother! They may be walking corpses and impervious to everything under the sun, but why torture themselves further? "I sssomehow doubt thisss vessssel will appreciate a good helping of rodent killer." And, as it currently stands, the Dark Judge's own element was in no way related to rot and decay.

    "You're jussst going to have to enjoy all that without me. A pity." Here that, Mortis? More for you to guzzle on and fall over like a bloated rat.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jun 01, 2014 2:12 am

    "Being imprisssoned in Limbo alongssside Fire givesss one plenty of time to ponder sssuch mattersss." He replied, the ghoul's gaze returning to the dark glass of the television screen. "...And in containment? Rehearsssing one sssingle law over and over again sssoon becomesss droll. My thoughtsss travel back to the sssinnersss and their devicesss, admitting that sssome activitiesss outssside of their conssstant crime were actually..." He paused for a moment, almost guilty as he finally said, "Interesssting."

    But only some!

    However, the ghoul's thoughts were broken with a pleasant discovery by Fear. The city had a library! Yes, it was one that likely was inhabited by sinners as well, but he could bide his time and tolerate such an iniquitous presence for now. "Later thiss week I sshall have to invesstigate thiss library... If you wissh I may bring back sssome reading material for you asss well, unlesss you dessire to accompany me." Mortis offered, gesturing with a claw in what he believed was the direction of the city. For now it was to the right of the couch. Perhaps Fear would find something worthwhile and enlightening himself.

    While interested in this new venue, Mortis certainly would not have admitted it should they have stumbled upon a more sensible world. Here, in between regaining power he could not help but figure it wise they expanded their repertoire of knowledge.

    A small nod was given from the undead Judge at Fear's statement. "Perhapsss ssso." He hissed, turning his gaze away from the television. At his brother's description of their usual job routine however, the ghoul had to shake his head. "Not alwaysss. Remember that odd sssmall one that approached usss during our attempted Necropolisss?" Mortis remembered, he remembered that odd little creature well. "Fire had melted him and he popped back up, demanding trivial, childisssh thingsss like picturesss and gamesss..." The memory was enough to send a visible chill down his spine, Mortis' tail giving a small twitch and his gaze idly went to the hand that it had shook so eagerly. "I am not sssure what a holocard even issss." All the same his gaze routed itself back to Fear's arm, the ghoul content to linger on it thoughtfully.

    Do You Still Lift? wrote:"I do not think being trapped within Anderssson'sss mind isss what affected Death. He hasss alwaysss been a bit more...aloof."

    "Hmm..." That aloofness was something he could not deny. "He hasss been rather over-confident about our tasssk." Seemingly ignorant to the development they had been wading through during their attempts at purging Mega-City One, Sidney did not really have a care what the Judges had in store for them. Glasseen, Boing! or a suction trap, he had his strategies, but none that could really combat such gross technology. At Fear's irritated outburst a small jump was startled out of the sheep skulled Judge, his claws curling upwards with a confused, surprised hiss. As he went on however, Mortis's clenched claws relaxed and rested upon his knees. "Apologiesss, Fear. I did not mean to prod old woundsss." A single clawed hand raised itself to gently rub the other undead Judge's back, an action slow but continuous as he pondered over the past. "You know asss well asss I that we all thought you had been dessstroyed. Your frequency had been removed from our reach. Had I known, had we known..."

    Long Ago... wrote:"They have found a weapon which can desstroy usss! Do we abandon our tasssk?"

    "Never! We must not turn our backsss on our duty. Thisss city teemsss with the evil of life! All mussst be punisshed! All mussst die!"

    "..." Had Sidney made them continue in revenge, or was it simply his ambition run mad? "I would like to believe that Fire and I would have retreated to Deadworld had we known what happened to you, call upon the Sssissterss sssooner. Ssso long ass Sssidney gave the ordersss however, we had not found out until it wass too late." As for their hosts? Mortis let his hand run up and rest on Fear's shoulder, giving a small squeeze. "It isss a rissk we all face, an irritating ssetback yesss. I have noticed an interesssting trend brother, regarding our campaignsss to purge the Mega-City. Thossse who linger clossessst to our Chief Judge tended to not be contained ssso eassily. I at firssst thought it coincidence, but the more I obssserved it appeared to be true." Why, he could not fathom. Although in the aftermath of their failed Necropolis, the ghoul was surprised to find that he managed to evade containment the longest out of the other two who were captured.

    Regardless, Mortis' hand dropped off and situated itself back on his armored knee. When all was said and done, it added up to nothing but excuses in the wake of Sidney's leadership. Speaking of which...

    "The politicsss are quite dodgy to be sssure, but what vote iss casst by the deceassed? There isss no public office in a land of the dead. Managing only three Judgesss isss likely a cakewalk compared to the hundredsss that teemed within Mega-City One'sss wallsss." He pointed out. If one of them could better plan and ensure victory instead of Sidney, why not run for Chief Judge of Deadworld? He may have blazed the first one size fits all law, but visionaries, while brilliant in their own right tended to lose touch of the greater scale of things, reality. "Too many of Sssidney'sss planss have landed usss in containment. Inssstead of only one leading and planning, it ssshould be all of usss included asside from merely carrying out hisss plansss." He explained thoughtfully. Although the fellow Judge was correct, betraying him would be worth all the time hey spent in glasseen and scolding if Death ever was betrayed by them. A soft, croaking chuckle rolled from the Judge's hollow chest, his head tipping back to rest against the back of the couch as the rest of him slumped to accommodate for his towering stature.

    Although, Fear had a point regarding the sinners in Mega-City One...

    "Look where they live." He replied simply, the ghoul's thoughts reflecting on the outlandish nature of the massive city. "After our arrival they treated usss asss fasscinationss, dresssed in our uniformsss and mimicked our mannerisssmsss for the sssake of morbid inquisssitive nature. Their fassscination with usss hass even allowed a sssmall boon. Our uniformsss were available in cossstume ssshopsss, we did not need to ssscrounge for attire like we mussst here. Had you alssso taken time to look around?" Shops for the most outlandish things, sports presenting incredibly ridiculous feats like staring contests. Contests that sparked vicious and violent rivalries between the fans. It was a city that held so much gross materialism they had no idea what to do with it all. Even the food was made from the citizen's recycled corpses, they were eating their own people just to keep up with population's hunger! "With all of that, it isss not uncommon for it to russh to one'sss head. They likely thought with all the city could throw at them, Sssidney wass actually tame maybe even a potentially better alternative if reasssoned with and harnessssed." He mused thoughtfully, rolling his wrist before letting the clawed hand fall limply back on his leg. Who honestly knew what was going on with those iniquitous citizens half the time anyway...

    "Cutesssy thingss?" The ghoul echoed, amused. His head lifted from the back of the couch as he stood up straighter, leaning some towards Fear. "What sssort of experience drivesss sssuch a phobia?" A childhood thing perhaps. Or maybe there was more that their Chief Judge had not told them. Upon Fear giving Mortis the go-ahead to rot the mass of rotted muscle, he shook his head. "It isss already rotten, brother. I cannot decay what hass already been...Decayed." He explained, turning his head to take aim at the trash can in the kitchen. With a flick of his wrist the blob of meat went flying...

    SPLUT!

    "Misssssed." Mortis hissed dejectedly. A rancid looking stain trailed behind the remains of Judge Fear's tongue as it slowly slid down the wall. With a groan of bone upon bone, he got to his feet and shambled over to retrieve it before tossing it into the trash. A pity he was not going to partake in the ghoul's offer of drinks... "You would rather that pisss over a strong, well brewed poisson?" Mortis replied, incredulous at his brother's decline. Already he was kneeling before the sink cabinet, shattering the child proofing mechanisms in his determined grip. The doors creaked open, revealing a wide plethora of deliciously deadly things.

    Although he had to admit the amount of cleaning products in this cabinet was disheartening. Why were there so many disinfectants? Despite this, he managed to find a bottle of lye, iodine, and ooh... This was a good one: DEET, about four bottles of it.

    Gathering his haul in his lanky arms, Mortis rose to his feet and returned to the couch. The bottles leaned about on the couch cushion, contained by his bony legs and arms. The bottle of lye was grabbed and popped open with his teeth, before taking a swig. "You're missssing out, Fear. Thisss isss sssome good sstuff. Thiss concentration could kill a man with a few sssipsss." He stated, nearly teasing as he swished the lye bottle about.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:44 am

    Being imprisoned alongside Judge Fire in Limbo? Check, please!

    "That mussst have been an experience," was Judge Fear's cheeky response. No offense to their flaming brother, but... Judge Fire wasn't the most easy to get along with. In fact, one could say he was downright... well, scalding. Guess the Dark Judge should be grateful that he had been banished to relative silence. He still didn't like having been trapped in an endless void with nothing around, but anything was better than being eternally trapped with an agitated and boisterous Judge Fire. Oh, but what's this? "You sssound guilty." And lo, Judge Fear was then promoted to Judge Obvious. He leaned over and playfully ribbed Judge Mortis in the bony side with an incessant elbow, wanting to hear more of what made his rotting brother so shameful. "What about sssinner activitiesss do you find interesssting? Come on, ssspeak up. No sssecretsss here, Mortisss." Judge Obvious? Pardon, make that Judge Annoyance.

    And Judge Annoyance, it turns out, wasn't about to skip a field trip to the library. "Oh, you're going to fancy a visssit? Count me in," he said. "We'll pessster K.A.R.R. into taking usss and then we'll sssee if we can check out any booksss. Perhapsss we will be fortunate and dissscover a tome regarding the dark artsss and sssummoning ritualsss?" Or, ooh, even how to make an atomic bomb!

    Oh no... wrote:"Not alwaysss. Remember that odd sssmall one that approached usss during our attempted Necropolisss?"

    Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Not going to think about this. Not going to let his brother project memories. Not going to -

    "Urngh..." Too late, however, as once Judge Mortis remembered... so too did Judge Fear. The ghoul leaned forward and placed a green hand over his helm's ocular slits, fingers trailing downward. Grud, it was all coming back to him like a bad case of heartburn... "You mean the creature that ssshook your hand, demanded a picture of my face, and then proceeded to beat Judge Death in every game conceivable?" he wearily rasped. How could any of them forget the Creep? With a dejected sigh, or at least the best imitation a corpse could allow, the Dark Judge propped his metal-covered head upon both palms, elbows resting on his knees. "I sssaid it before and I'll sssay it again: he ssscared me. It ssshould not be possssible for sssomething to withssstand our combined might. I would have thought for certain that Fire'sss trident would have melted the oddity into mere organic sssludge, but what do you know? The creature popped back up like a daisssy and handed ol' Sssidney hisss buttocksss after a few roundsss of chessss and cardsss." Not going to lie, it was pretty hilarious watching Judge Death get schooled mighty fierce.

    As for the holo-trading cards that apparently captured Judge Mortis' handsome visage... "What, you never had a collection of lenticular trading cardsss? Or even foilsss?" Judge Fear asked. That's what he assumed "holo" meant, anyway. "I bet the sssinnersss of Mega-City One had cardsss in all of our likenessssesss. Wouldn't sssurprissse me, becaussse sssome of them liked to make quessstionable merchandissse. Anything for a profit." Now that this subject had come up, Judge Fear wouldn't have minded peeking at a few cards to see if they were accurate.

    Gotta keep those sleazy mortals honest, you know. Also... why was his brother looking at his arm with such fascination? Speaking of arms, looks like the Dark Judge was due for a consoling pat on the back.

    "It'sss not your fault," Judge Fear hissed, sitting up straighter. He didn't mean to release a sudden outburst and subject his brother to it, but it had been bottled up for quite a long time. "I jussst needed to get that off my chessst. It sssomewhat ssstingsss, you know. It ssstingsss to habitually be the firssst one defeated by Dredd and Anderssson. An honessst Judge can only take getting their helm punched out for ssso many timesss." What was the count now, thrice? There was almost a fourth time with Judge Fear on the receiving end of a headbutt from Dredd, followed shortly by having the ghoul's bloody head sliced clean off his shoulders. Oh, and can't forget about the phosphor flares from Batman. Also, also can't forget about the time in the Undercity where Dredd lobbed a grenade down his vulnerable throat. That didn't go over so well. "It ssshouldn't happen to a sssuper-fiend," he grumbled. An open helm must be an invitation for fists and explosives.

    But his brother was right, and the ghoul was grateful for the support. "Ah, Mortisss... you're getting sssoft in your old age," Judge Fear teased, wrapping an arm around the disease-ridden corpse. He fondly patted his fellow Judge's chest and further added, "I do not doubt that you and cantankerousss Fire would have found a way to bring me back. Ssshould you have taken my place, I would have done the sssame for you. Fire, on the other hand, I would have taken a moment to debate." Listening to Judge Death was all fine and dandy, but to leave a brother behind? That was... that was utterly unthinkable.

    "Ssso you noticed it asss well?" Good, because the Dark Judge didn't want to come off as a raging paranoid.

    He leaned back and sunk into the couch, legs as stiff as a board and his arm removed from Judge Mortis' person. "I had rather liked that vesssel, but it doesss ssseem true. Whoever lingersss with Death the mossst doesssn't appear to be contained asss easssily. Guessss that explainsss why I alwaysss got the ssshaft more than you chuckledrokksss..."

    Once more the talk of politics and a Chief Judge's duty came up, although the armoured Dark Judge was not so easily convinced. "Not thossse politicsss, Mortisss. I wasss referring to all the unwanted attention and publicity that a Chief Judge hasss to endure." The ghoul rested both hands upon his emaciated abdomen and gave it further thought before continuing, "Death isss no ssstranger to the limelight. In fact, I daresssay he'sss meant for it." Subtlety was never their leader's strong suit. "Sssure, he'sss ssseen asss the commanding presssence of our quartet and it usssually goesss "Judge Death and the Dark Judgesss", but look who consssissstently landsss into trouble? And not only that, but he hasss to put up with sssinnersss practically throwing themssselvesss at him. I don't know about you, but I prefer ssstanding in the background and appearing ominousss. It fitsss my motif much better," he nodded with a wiggle of his decrepit toes. "Too much attention for me. Remember how they made a sssoap opera about him marrying a living woman?"

    Again the Dark Judge laughed, his booming voice shaking the very foundations of this building. "HA HA HA! He looked absssolutely ssstupid! Oh, whoever desssigned hisss wedding tuxedo ssshould be purged for having an unbearably bad tassste in fassshion." Says the ghoul who walks around with shrunken heads and mantraps.

    Which tied in nicely with how ridiculous the citizens of Mega-City one had been.

    "I wasssn't a very big fan of thossse cossstume ssshopsss," Judge Fear had to admit. Don't get the undead fiend wrong, it was always handy to find a uniform without all the hassle of making it from scratch. It's just... "They got many detailsss wrong, sssuch asss usssing cheap plassstic chainsss inssstead of the real deal or giving my uniform the oddessst colourationsss. Actually, sssome sssinnersss even took libertiesss with my helm..." Small bat wings, too many spikes, too little spikes, red strips or strange ocular slits; the list goes on and on. Even his mantraps were sometimes cast in gold, or his cape was made out of an animal's pelt! "I reckon you've alssso had missshapsss with that ssskull of yoursss," he pointed out. "Know the feeling, brother, know the feeling."

    At least there was some good news, though! "I did find a ssseamssstresssss who knowsss how to make our uniformsss. Ssshe doesss a very good job. Pretty, too." And before Mortis got it into that little sheepy skull of his that Judge Fear was going to pull a Mrs. Gunderson - "Ssshe'sss a vampire, ssso don't lambassste me jussst yet."

    Judge Mortis wrote:"It isss already rotten, brother. I cannot decay what hass already been... Decayed."

    "Sssure could have fooled me." Who said you needed a tongue to still be cheeky?

    SPLUT!

    Did his brother just...?

    Judge Fear glanced up from his slouching and was greeted with the sight of his host's tongue sliding down the living room wall. "And jussst when I thought you couldn't possssibly get any more disssgussssting." Nope, not going to worry about it. The Dark Judge muttered something unintelligible and simply returned to rest, head weighed down by the metal helm. Sounds like his brother had found enough fluids to kill a sinner in a few sips, with all the noise he was making in the kitchen. "I would rather drink sssomething that doesssn't deteriorate my vesssel," he answered. And was that lye his undead nose detected?

    "My element isss fear, Mortisss. I can't exactly withssstand the amount of rot and decay you can, the sssame asss none of usss can tolerate Fire'sss blissstering heat for very long. What makesss you think I'll enjoy downing a bottle of lye?" Or... or what is that, an insect repellant? "PasssSSSSSSsssss..."

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:47 pm

    Check please indeed. Imagine having to sit in that void for years, the only being around being the most argumentative and impatient of the four, with a temper prone to igniting to boot. How does one keep such a fiery, irritable creature entertained during those eons without sparking another tirade?

    Marco Polo was hell to play, that was certain.

    It appeared his brother was keen to pick up Mortis' tone, an albow sounding hollowly against his ribs. The ghoul brought his hands together and began tapping the talons against each other in a fidgeting manner, almost hesitant to share. "The booksss were of the greatesst interessst to me." He admitted, although there were some other things that caught is hollow eyes. "Do you remember the time we purged that eldssstersss recreation area? Thossse machinesss with the glowing ssscreensss and controlsss, they caught my eye during our dutiesss... Arcadess I believe they are called." He added, continuing to fidget his claws. Some of them even looked like they would be a good challenge, dare he say even fun. But with their doctrine and duties, were they even allowed to partake in the activities of the sinful city, even after the inhabitants were dead? Even on Deadworld, the most they tended to do was stand around in the Hall of Justice.

    Stand around doing nothing while Death sat in his chair. He understood being committed to a cause, but after the cause was said and done there had to be something else to do.

    He nodded his ahead in agreement at Fear's affirmation of having to pester KARR to take them to the Library some time. With the way that vehicle tended to be, he would not be surprised if it supported such a trip. "Yessss, perhapsss even we can find sssome information on plaguesss and dissseasse." The undead Judge added. Oh, but an atomic bomb would be quite helpful indeed...

    At the Creep, the ghoul was content to remain in silence for the most part. It was certainly an odd creature to be sure, even unnerving in many aspects. "Sssidney could not find its sssoul, even we have ssspiritsss." He noted, gesturing with a claw. What manner of being could exist with nothing inside to keep it so? Not to mention that thing was incredibly cunning to beat their Chief Judge, although...  "I am not sssure Sssidney knowsss how to play Nap." He pondered, but it still was quite a  sight to see him flip a table over it. Regardless, Mortis was more than glad to push that memory down to the very back of his mind, and then a few miles further into the abyss.

    Just for good measure.

    With that successfully repressed, the ghoul could focus on other things, like what exactly a holocard was. "I remember foilsss, yesss. But for all we know, the holo-cardsss of the Mega-City may asss well have been portable hologramsss." He stated thoughtfully. That in mind, he wondered just what his own card looked like if that amount of effort was indeed put in. If they were like foil cards? Well, he could not really fathom just how much of himself could really be made shiny. "You look more sssuited to a foil card I believe." He added, nodding to Fear. The Dark Judge had far more details that would look good with a metallic shine to them.

    Now that he thought about it, likely nearly every competent Judge in the Mega City had their own counterfeit card made of them. Speaking of Judges... Anderson and Dredd were quite the thorn in his brother's side, understandable given the past. In fact, he was around to witness Fear's experiences with Dredd's fist, both of them. "At leassst you were not cut in half by a lassser pointer of all thingsss. Or evaded by a bunch of green, cadet judgess." Children, he was beaten by a bunch of children! One of them was even a psi judge in training, a weak one at that. "They were not even supposssed to be much of a challenge and yet they ssslipped through my jusssst clawsss." He rasped disdainfully, one hand clenching into a fist.

    The one he did manage to successfully judge? A worthless, undercity dwelling wretch. He was already dying of gangrene and starvation to begin with, he only hurried his fate along. For a moment the ghoul gave a detached sigh before echoing his brother's prior statement, It ssshould not happen to a ssuperfiend..."

    Such thoughts were briefly broken as he noticed a thin arm wrap around him and give a pat on his chest. "Only for my brothersss, Fear." He replied, leaning slightly into the hold. Cheesy? Of course it was, but it was also genuine. "It would be wissse to debate Fire, hisss temper threw him into a ssspin while we were in Limbo." Literally! Ah, the memories of trying to keep himself from being ignited while he howled and raved in his effort to fight the nonexistent gravity. In fact he swore it only made him spin faster...

    Chuckledrokk wrote:"Ssso you noticed it asss well? I had rather liked that vesssel, but it doesss ssseem true. Whoever lingersss with Death the mossst doesssn't appear to be contained asss easssily. Guessss that explainsss why I alwaysss got the ssshaft more than you chuckledrokksss..."

    "Not alwaysss. Remember the fiasssco when we had two Judge Deathsss on Deadworld? I was the firssst and only one of usss to losse their hossst." He corrected evenly. Yes, Fear had his helm split open like a ripe melon, but imagine the shame of having to float back to your Chief Judge and ask for help. Although with their leader's helmet and constant grinning expression, he was unsure if the ghoul was actually concerned at the time or merely surprised.

    He doubted it was both, to be sure.

    Although with what Fear said about Death's penchant for the limelight, perhaps it would be best that neither of them would take over the position. He knew one that would fit the spot perfectly though. "If being in the limelight isss part of the job desscription, Fire would sssuit that role to a tee. Not to mention no one walksss up to Fire and punchess hiss head in. Imagine our hossst'ss survival rating if we ssstood near him all the time." He joked, but not for long as his mind was suddenly filled with the scene of a Death impersonator getting all touchy feelly with a living woman. Euugh! Instantly Mortis' toes curled and a horrified hiss escaped his bony skull. "There isss ssssomething incredibly wrong with that city, and not jusst the fact it isss teeming with life." He commented, shaking his head in disgust. That was technically necrophilia they were entertaining by making that show!

    "Nassssty." He hissed once more, although his brother appeared more interested in the costume design than the implications. He had to admit there were some odd things that happened when someone other than the Sisters were in charge of their uniforms. "I remember the time my ssskull looked more like a cat'sss than a sssheep at one point." He reminisced idly. Oh, but he managed to find a competent seamstress on this rock? Good on him, and from the look of things she was pretty and undead. "That isss quite and attractive combination." Mortis replied, giving and approving nod of his bony head. Although he could not help but wonder if she was like the vampires from the Cursed Earth or if she varied given the nature of this world.

    "Ha ha." Mortis growled, taking another swig of lye. Regarding the mishap with his attempt at tossing aside Fear's tongue. "It iss hard to get a good ssshot in when your eye sssocketsss are on the sssidess of your head." He lightly defended. That was why the projectiles were all given to Fire, Death and Fear. Their eyes were perfectly situated in a manner that allowed good aim! Although...  "Are you sssure you do not want sssomething to drink? We could have a contessst and sssee who hass the better aim while ssslosshed." So far as they knew the fridge may have some left over wine or something more potent but not destructive to Fear's body.

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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Fear on Wed Jun 04, 2014 4:15 am

    With asbestos mitts, that's how.

    "...Video gamesss?" One needn't be psychic to hear the surprise in Judge Fear's otherworldly voice. His brother, the great and terrifying Judge Mortis, was enamoured with video games? The books he could understand, for reading was an otherwise decent pastime and it further increased the reader's knowledge; usually. But fiddling with a child's plaything? Perplexed, the armoured Dark Judge rubbed the top of his helm with an uncertain hand. "Huh, I... never thought you one for electronicsss." Although this wasn't a recreational activity Judge Fear could see himself entertaining, he wasn't about to shun his brother for it. So long as they were doing their jobs and sinners were purged all the same, the ghoul didn't see the harm. It beat lounging around when every living thing was dead. Waiting for several centuries in remotely the same area wasn't exactly the best time-waster...

    Judge Fear nodded and added to his brother's suggestion. "A plague or virusss would be very dissscreet," he agreed. If they could somehow manufacture a pathogen that left no indicators behind, such as being odourless and masked behind several common symptoms, they could easily purge this world and avoid immediate repercussions. "And if that doesss not work, we can alwaysss resssort to high-end weaponsss of massss dessstruction to annihilate the sssinnersss." There was just something about a mushroom cloud that an infection could not replicate.

    He couldn't find the same admiration for the Creep, however.

    "Do you think that abomination wasss sssomething demonic?" After having dealt with the sinister creature in Lochlann and developing a justified bias towards plated hellions, Judge Fear wished they could have smote the Creep where it stood.

    For odd reasons beyond the combined likes of them, however, it seemed as if the Creep was nigh invincible. "We ssshould have captured the bloody goblin and asssked the Sssissstersss to banisssh it to oblivion," he growled. Instead, they allowed themselves to be stupefied to the point of having their hands shaken, their pictures taken, and their cards outbid in several games of Nap. A terrible evil had been left alive on that day...

    Sigh. What else was new in the bizarre and troubling labyrinth that was Mega-City One?

    "Eh? You could make for a ssshiny holofoil." Barring the possibility that holo-cards may have been portable holograms (and that Judge Fear wasn't the most tech-savvy), he latched onto the subject change with earnest. They had spent enough time discussing matters that were best left buried underneath thousands of memories. "You, asss the subject of the card, will mossst likely be given a matte finisssh. It isss the card'sss background art that isss made to contrassst, decorated in sssuch a way that the holder'sss eye isss drawn to it like a sssinner to an illegal gambling den." Although, to be fair, there were several methods of going about holofoils. "No doubt Judge Fire would be the catchiessst of usss all, followed by myssself, you, and then Judge Death. Come to think, I honessstly wouldn't mind owning a ssset. It would be memorabilia." While it was true that the Dark Judges were above and far removed from sinner-made creations, that didn't stop them from admiring a few things every now and then. If they could take time to amuse the Creep and sit down at park benches with old men, they can collect a few cards on the side.

    Ah, yes. How could he forget the time Judge Mortis was chopped up into itty-bitty corpse pieces and left to rattle down a flight of steps? "It happensss to the bessst of usss." Getting beat by a bunch of cadets, on the the other hand? "..." Sorry, brother, but Judge Fear had no pearls of comfort for you. Beaten by children... Ooh, that had to tarnish ye olde badge! The cheese was interrupted by a shared mental image of a raving Judge Fire, pinwheeling off into the abyss because he couldn't for the love of him cool it.

    "At leassst you had entertainment," Judge Fear calmly pointed out. As hasty and ill-tempered as Fire could be, having him spasm in the void undoubtedly had its laughs. "I, meanwhile, had nothing but my thoughtsss keeping me company. And the occassssional ssspeck of nether particlesss."

    Limbo was a boring, boring place. Never go there.

    Chuckledrokk Cheese wrote:"Not alwaysss. Remember the fiasssco when we had two Judge Deathsss on Deadworld? I was the firssst and only one of usss to losse their hossst."

    "Touché," the ghoul hissed. And yes, there was something very wrong with the Mega City.

    For the most part, Judge Fear was not bothered by the fact that actors were going around impersonating Judge Death. Better their Chief Judge than himself, right? He did have to draw the line at necrophilia, though. Judge Death or not, that was absolutely vile. "Anything for a quick dollar," he said, referring to Mega City One's unscrupulous directors. Now, what's this about if Judge Fire was their Chief Judge? Call this Dark Judge a dissenter, but that was a terrible idea. "...Right. No one punchesss hisss ssskull in, but our hossstsss would be flirting with dessstruction more ssso than usssual. Hisss element isss fire, Mortisss. The point isss to not get clossse to him." Can't forget about that mean temper, either. One wrong report and - fwoosh! - there goes Judge Fear's cape.

    "Hmm, I never thought about that." About how his brother had terrible aim due to monocular vision, that was. This admission opened up a whole slew of new possibilities; one being, of course, whether or not Judge Fear could get away with a few things without his brother noticing. "I wonder..."

    That wondering will sadly have to wait, because Judge Mortis was indirectly challenging him to a thinly-veiled drinking contest.

    The ghoul crossed his arms and remained adamant. "Who are you calling a lightweight?" Judge Fear demanded. That's some nerve you got there, brother. Out of all the Dark Judges - all of them - it was Judge Fear who carried around the most weight. These mantraps weren't made out of artisan foam, you know! He looked away with a disdainful snort. "We require no sssussstenance and we are on the clock. I'd rather not inebriate myssself to the point of bassselessss ssstupidity." Wait for it... Give it some time while the rusty gears in that Schrodinger's head warm-up.

    There was a pause, and then...

    "What'sss the wager?" These two were going places, yes sir.
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    Re: Thoughts And A Not So Cold One

    Post by Mortis on Thu Jun 05, 2014 7:47 pm

    The ghoul tapped his fingers together at his brother's surprise. "An idle fassscination, brother." It was not like he was going to go out and buy a game system anytime soon. Although... the AI might have something to keep himself occupied during his off-hours. Working on a deadly pathogen may as well be a more just use of his free time, yes, oh but the thought of the mass death that could be administered by a bomb. Not exactly discreet but incredibly effective especially with the impending fallout. "...What if we combined both into one? A bomb capable of masss death laced with deadly pathogensss, ssspread asss fallout?" He offered thoughtfully.

    Perhaps something strong enough to knock the creep flat on his bony ass. "A demon?" Mortis echoed the thought as he mulled it over. From the sound of things though it appeared that wondering if the ghoul was a demon was far more than just a top of the head guess. "Perhapsss, the undercity hass many horrorsss that are left to fessster from prying eyesss. Although I have never heard you have sssuch a fasscination or wrath for demonsss until now." How it got to be so was not hard to know, Fear's memories on the encounter in Lochlann emanated from his mind like a seething heat ripple. "Your biasss isss undersstandable, but I would not let it get in the way of your duty." He warned, lifting a finger for empahasis. "Sssuch vendettasss may only place you in the sssame boat asss Sidney and hisss blinding hatred of Dredd and Anderssson." Yes, the two got in their way more than enough to be coincidence, and yes they had been contained many times because of those two. But remember back when two Deaths were in Deadworld, the folly of their leader wishing for the tenacious Judge's death all to himself.

    Not to mention other occurrences.

    The subject of Holocards was always a welcome change though. So he would be matte while the background was shiny then...That certainly makesss more sssenssse. He agreed, taking another drink of lye. Fire would definitely catch the eye more than the rest of them, but he knew that Death would likely have a card that would be worth the most or have the most kinds of variations depending on the seller or pack. "I would not mind owning sssome ass well, just to sssee what they look like." He admitted.

    While there was condolences to give regarding the incident with Dredd on Deadworld, no amount of back rubs could fix the damage done to his reputation by that group of children. Alas, there was nothing that could be done about it now. Perhaps sooner or later the amount of experience on this rock would be able to bury that tarnish on his reputation.

    However, his brother was right, at least he had some form of entertainment. "You know another thing, Fear?" he rasped, setting the bottle of corrosive fluid on the arm of the couch. "When Fire and I were banissshed, he jumped away from usss. No move to try and pull usss out of the dimensssion warp'sss grasssp, nothing. He left usss to our fate without a sssecond thought." That could have been forgivable should they have been truly ignorant to the Judge's intent. But he remembered Anderson yelling 'D-Jump' as she tossed the device.

    Fire may as well have been worse with what Fear stated about it. "You have a point." Mortis replied with a rasped sigh. "Either we deal with Death'sss cowardice or Fire'sss burning temper. Or..." He lingered on that thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "Asss calculating asss I am, leaderssship isss not my forte. Perhapsss if our group acted asss a council inssstead of following one leader our planss would go through with more sssuccesss." He decided, taking another long gulp of lye.

    Although it appeared he had a knack of fanning the flames of outrage. Soon after Fear realized his monocular vision and caught that passing, abrasive thought drinking down some corrosive fluid did not sound so bad. A long rasping laugh echoed hollowly from the Dark Judge's chest. "A bit of DEET doesss not ssound ssso bad now, eh?" He chuckled, giving his brother a prod in the ribs with his bony elbow. Oh, but if a wager was what he wanted...

    The ghoul took a moment to ponder, raising a gnarled claw to his chin and tapping it thoughtfully."Hmm....The winner getsss bragging rightss of coursse, and the right to sssit in the pilotsss ssseat along with the ssself proclamation of being Chief Judge." Money was no object to the dead, so why bother betting money when they all shared their wealth to get what they needed? "The losssser..." Hmm, what could the loser get to do...? After a few moments the ghoul came up with an answer. "The losssser getss the title of Judge Zombie each day for every time they missss."

    Not exactly the best wager, but he held too much respect to put either of them through too much.

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