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    What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:20 am

    Time: 09:00
    Date: August 28th, 0005



    If not to be immortal thorns in one's side?

    After trekking across the Samba Heartlands and into familiar territory for a good long while, soon the rolling plains gave way to magnificent trees brimming to their crowns with leaves. A creek bubbled near by and occasionally native wildlife within the verdant area darted beneath sun-dappled shadows. It was all very picturesque, secluded from the everyday hustle and bustle of the city and relatively devoid of social interaction, making it quite ideal for a hermit or nature enthusiast. And, of course, it was also a splendid place to commit murder... Oops! He was getting ahead of himself.

    Pausing before an old, worn stone fence and standing out like a great black cloud of ill thoughts towered Judge Fear. His brother, the honourable Judge Mortis, was close at his side, the two Dark Judges usually seen together. Whereas the meadow surrounding both shambling corpses was alive with vibrant flowers and majestic butterflies, nothing of the sort dared impede the ghouls' progress.

    In their wake the flowers wilted and the butterflies hastily took off, not even the flies bothering to land upon such malignant hosts. A trail of brown grass had particularly sprung from beneath Judge Mortis' deteriorating heels.

    Judge Fear took one last glance and hissed, What an absssolutely vile place. I cannot ssseem to fathom how any sssoul, alive or otherwissse, can appreciate sssuch corrupted passsturesss. Everything was far too bright, for one. And two, he would quickly tire of seeing bouncing bunnies have their way with the land as cheerful songbirds polluted the air with their noisy tweeting. The insects he curiously did not mind. In any event, the Dark Judges had not journeyed all this way to evaluate this shameful property. Oh no! In fact, they were coming to exchange some worthwhile words with its owner...

    Remember, the undead fiend continued. He recognized a beaten path and set upon it, following the trail. We are here to dissscussss further busssinesss with Kev. And to do that, we mussst be on our bessst behaviour. He isss our ticket to acquiring weaponsss of massss dessstruction. One wrong move or phrase and - poof! - everything goes up in an atomic cloud.

    So to speak, of course. And as for this deed of supposed "good will"... it needed a name.

    Concern.
    Sympathy.
    Friendship.
    Incentive.

    There we go. Incentive was a great word. It was also a word that didn't compromise any moral or judicial integrity.

    Leathery feet graced a rustic porch, two ominous shadows draping themselves upon a lone cottage's quaint little door. This was it. This was the moment where they further their "bond" with Kev and cemented the alien's devotion to them. A headache in and of itself (Kev made things so difficult), but it was absolutely worth it in the end. Now then, can't get anywhere lingering on front of Kev's door and posing as statues for the birds to practice their "aim". Judge Fear raised up a fist and motioned to knock, yet the ghoul caught himself but a second before. Bessst behaviour, he reminded. And with that, Judges and sinners, he -

    Knock, knock, knock!

    "Kev," boomed a resonating voice. "Kev, come outssside and let usss in. It isss rude to keep one'sss guesstsss left upon the porch to ripen and ssspoil like old fruit." You wouldn't ignore your fellow Judges of the law, would you? If you don't, all of the cottage's coding violations were going to drive Judge Fear and his brother mad. The former was already hearing, death death death, bouncing around within his helm.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Fri Sep 19, 2014 2:25 am

    This sun is too damn bright. While glaring and much too vibrant for his tastes, Judge Mortis kept his gaze forward, the ghoul's rotted spine straight as he walked across the field. Rabbits, flowers, butterflies and the ever annoying songbird greeted them with a sort of enthusiasm only a living being could muster. Fanning an especially curious moth from the bridge of his nasal bones, Mortis took a glance towards Fear as his familiar baritone filled his head. What a curious sentiment...

    Yet you had chosssen our resssidence to be in the middle of thisss lusssh landssscape. Came his dry reply. Even with the vast fields that remained unplanted, weeds were beginning to take root in the fertile soil. Colorful weeds, much like these wildflowers. Even if Judge Mortis were to roll around in the acres of weeds, his rotting touch would only provide sustenance for the next generation of seedlings that blew in. There simply was no winning, at least until they saw Judge Fire's grinning visage. If he manages to make it to this iniquitous dimension. His rotted feet leaving a trail of dead grasses and wilted flowers in the Judge's wake, he had effectively traced their path of incentive all the way to Kev's driveway. Or at least what served as one. All the while his brother went on to remind the sheep-skulled Judge to be on his best behavior. As if he would act any other way towards the green alien, they practically had been intimate with each other at one point.

    A pity the alien was not the type to remember it.

    Regardless, he evenly replied; Of coursssse, Fear. Do not fret, I will not ssspook the poor sssinner. reassuring his apparently excited brother, it appeared he may have a case of the jitters despite how close Kev was to the ghoul. How many times had that pint sized alien sidled up to his brother, practically cuddling him upon each visit to the Sanctuary while present? Plenty enough, from what he could gain through their mental link. He could read all that Fear was mulling over within his mind, which of course only solidified that this meeting was making him anxious, almost like how one would be upon trying to impress a new family member or a fine looking lass next door.

    That quickly run through of what words to use when addressing him certainly did not help much either. All Fear needed was a tacky tie and a bouquet of flowers in order to seal the cliche.

    His feet stepping onto the porch, he gaze one final glance at Fear as he reiterated what he said but a minute earlier. Relax, brother. I will not interfere with your date. My name isss not Ssssidney by any meansss. Mortis replied, watching as Fear raised a leathery hand and knocked upon the green alien's door, soon followed by a booming summon. For now Judge Mortis was content to remain silent, looking down at his dirtied feet before raising each foot and swiping off the soil and dead grasses from them with a swipe of his claws. It simply would not do to track hours upon hours worth of dirt inside the alien's quaint little cottage.

    After all, he was going to be on his best behavior... Even with all these damnable violations of their building code.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:14 pm

    Oscar, Percy and Shally could tell something was on its way to the cottage before Kev had an inkling that company was here. Animals always seem to know these things, and the three animals had no food to distract them as they'd already had their breakfast. However, while usually the dogs would run to the door and bark at whatever was there, they kept away from the door. In fact Percy hid upstairs while Oscar managed to fit himself behind the couch. As for Shally? Kev was unsure of where she had skittered off to. Cat had left in a hurry! Giving them all a curious look in the directions he'd last seen them, the lean alien had just approached the couch when he heard some knocking. Any attempts to get Oscar out would have to wait.

    Judge Fear wrote:"Kev, Kev, come outssside and let usss in. It isss rude to keep one'sss guesstsss left upon the porch to ripen and ssspoil like old fruit."

    Oscar barked from behind the couch while Kev answered. "Coming." The alien gave the room a quick glance over to make sure it looked presentable, moving a pillow or two before he approached the door. Judge Fear had offered to come over, after hearing that Kev's month had been...less than stellar. There was no specific reason for it, in fact some might say no good reason at all. Still, the memories of the Phazon event, and 'celebrating' the disappearance of Leslie and her birthday all in the same month all made for a very somber mood. The alien opened the door and gave the two Judges a wave before he stepped aside for them.

    "I didn't expect you this early, but its still good to see you, Fear. You too, Mortis." Oscar continued barking from behind the couch, Kev giving the couch a good stink eye. "Oscar, behave." He gave the Judges an awkward shrug. "Sorry about that, he's not normally like that...anyways, you want to move into the kitchen? I know you mentioned teaching me to make proper tea, Fear." Of course he was also looking forward to seeing Mortis interact with his sheep. Hopefully they'd be more receptive than Oscar and Percy.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:10 pm

    Judge Mortis wrote:Yet you had chosssen our resssidence to be in the middle of thisss lusssh landssscape.

    Correction, Judge Fear mentally hissed, K.A.R.R. had chosssen the farmssstead. He wissshed for sssomeplace to hide. I, however, wasss perfectly fine roaming the vassstsss desssert wassstesss for more sssinnersss to judge. So you see, brother, the armoured Dark Judge had not been the one who desired greener pastures. In fact, he would rather have a nice and secluded place away from all this cheerful nonsense. It was good to know that Judge Mortis just had so much faith in him... And what's this about being anxious!?

    The ghoul noticed Judge Mortis' darling little mental image, alright, and he was already none too pleased. A tie and bouquet? Judge Fear rasped, slowly glancing at ihs brother. What in the name of all that was undead...? Did his brother, his bloody brother, insinuate that this was some high school date? Oh, so done with him. So done. Well you might asss well be drokking Sssidney, thinking that I, a Judge of the law, would be ssso crassss asss to go out on a date and forsssake our eternal OATH! The audacity of that Judge Mortis at times. It was enough to drive a fellow Judge positively nutters. Grumbling, Judge Fear tuned out his brother's rude teasing and just focused on the task at hand: convincing Kev that they were still good comrades, instilling a little faith in their mutual relationship, and then acquiring weapons of mass destruction to reduce this world into a smoldering crater. Was that so hard to ask for? Grud, he should have never crawled out from that grave... Should have just let Aicara of the Sheikah sweep him right back in and be done with it.

    Anyway... the Dark Judge perceived a few anxious thoughts amidst a calm one; the former of which were inhuman.

    Barking came from behind the front door, followed by the alien of the hour himself. "Greetingsss, Kev!" Did that sound too chipper? Maybe he shouldn't be too perky... Judge Mortis, over there, would only scrutinize every little action and find fault wherever he could. After much internal debate in the span of three seconds, the Dark Judge slightly jolted and returned to the here and now. "..." Stomm, the moment was lost. What does he do now!? It wasn't like either of them were used to being welcomed into someone's house so easily!

    Why, he did the best thing any of them could do. Judge Fear reached over and gently patted Kev atop his scaly green head. Pat! Pause. Pat, pat, pat! There, four times was plenty. The awkwardly looming hand was put away and the Dark Judge shambled on through, his many chains and creaky bones a symphony of the grave.

    "The kitchen sssoundsss lovely, yesss," he agreed. Anything to get away from his obnoxious brother. Speaking of which... Judge Fear glanced over an armoured shoulder and hissed, "Mortisss, why don't you go busssy yourssself with Kev'sss sssheep? I'm sssure they would jussst love to have a mature ram in their midssst. Go on, they're in the barn, bleating away for your highly-anticipated arrival." Karma was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Ghostly eyes settled upon Kev and an icy chill enveloped him. "Asss for the ressst of your nervousss animalsss, would you like them to be calmed? It can be arranged, free of any harm." Anxious inhuman minds were currently distracting static that he would rather not have.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:08 am

    Oh, so the vehicle had chosen the farmstead? That certainly explained quite a bit, if not for one single, little detail. ...If that wasss the cassse, why not sssay no to the vehicle and sssuggessst another locale? He replied, finding this whole situation rather avoidable now that he looked at it. Unlesss you find the sssinnersss out here more to your tasssste. The undead lawman added after a small moment of silence. After all the moonshine was to die for, once they managed to find a few farms that brewed the stuff on the side that is. Admittedly those were the few he did not mind re-spawning after they had finished with sentencing them, so long as they made a good brew.

    As for his brother's slowly rising temper towards his mild mental imagery? Absolutely worth it. Now you are getting ahead of me, Fear. I never sssaw you two asss a sssexually active couple, purely platonic with perhapsss sssome cuddling. He hissed, something akin to a dismissive wave carrying over their mental link. Although with how often he liked to wave that oath around whenever the topic of a more intimate relationship sprang up, the ghoul began to wonder if that was more for a means of reminding himself at this point instead of a point of argument. Oaths certainly did not keep dear Sidney from bending a few rules here and there... Then again, despite Fear's blunt personality, he did tend to be more by the book when it came to dealing with sinners.

    Unless they were Kev. Despite this, the ghoul could not help but admit to himself that he enjoyed the alien's  company, a little.

    Speaking of which, the greenbean himself soon was detected muddling about inside the house, his thoughts rather perplexed regarding his anxious pets. Yes, he and his brother certainly had that effect on the critters. Inwardly he wondered if the sheep were already worked up into a panic, given how close the barn was to the house. Within Kev's quaint little home however, he soon registered they were at the door and soon made his way to open it for them, with his brother... giving a rather....

    Yeah wrote:"Greetingsss, Kev!"

    That greeting sounded either as if the ghoul had over rehearsed it with little to no reference as to how a simple 'hello' worked. A little lesss enthusssiassm, Fear. Otherwissse I give it a sssix out of ten. Which was a very good number for baby's first social outing. However, no heckling could be discerned from his brother's side of the line, for it was time for 'best behavior'. As the alien stepped aside to let them in, the ghoul could not help but notice something off about the alien. Something that may or may not make for a good conversation or bonding moment between Fear and his... friend.Asssk him how he iss doing, He suggested. Sssinner friendsss like to keep up with one another and thisss one ass we both know enjoysss hisss gosssip. His skeletal gaze tilted downwards to the diminutive Kev, one hand waving in greeting. "Yesss, good day to you, Kev." He warmly rasped, neither too enthusiastic nor too detached.

    Only to see his brother give a few pats upon Kev's head. Four, to be precise. Look at him, Judge Fear was over thinking this whole ordeal and even a non-psi could see it.  Calm down, Fear. the more you overthink thisss, the more you will make yourssself look sssussspiciousss. Remember, the key to any good encounter isss confidence. He isss your friend, act asss one would towardsss a friend.  The ghoul pondered this a short while more before adding, Pretend he isss one of usss. Soon enough Kev likely would be if all went according to his brother's design. Now then, Kev had mentioned something about tea.

    "That would be lovely, Kev." He rasped, walking in behind his brother, only to hear him say:

    Digging his own grave wrote:Mortisss, why don't you go busssy yourssself with Kev'sss sssheep? I'm sssure they would jussst love to have a mature ram in their midssst. Go on, they're in the barn, bleating away for your highly-anticipated arrival."

    Well, if that was not the most intentionally made-subtle jab he had ever heard, that was it. A croaking chuckle echoed from the undead Judge's chest at it regardless, "Perhapsss a little later, brother. It hass been a long walk and I would like to enjoy sssome of your ssskillsss in tea firssst." He rasped in reply, sounding amiable enough. Underneath that however... A hiss echoed within Fear's mind, calm and collected but a dagger's edge hidden beneath his tone. If you wisssh for my presssence to be gone, I can very well will it and leave you to deal with thisss ssssinner alone. Shut off from the link, completely isolated with nothing but the green alien and his incredibly awkward mannerisms. How many head pats did it take to get to the beating center of Kev's heart, Fear? How many cups of tea and unintentionally odd enthusiastic tones would bring the alien to feel relaxed in his presence? Questions that he would have to answer for himself as Mortis lounged contentedly among a pile of technicolor sheep.

    Luckily, the offer to settle Kev's animals was one that did not appear too odd to the sheep-skulled ghoul. At the same time to rid the air of the anxious static would do well to calm his brother's nerves, most likely. Shambling over to Kev, Mortis gave a gentle tap his finger against his shoulder before asking, "Isss it acceptable if I take a ssseat on the couch?" His poor rotted soles had walked a great way just to get here, after all. Letting them cool off for a moment would be quite nice.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:58 am

    Judge Fear's perkiness was met with a blink from the alien. Perhaps Kev was just too used to Judge Fear's usual greetings. They were usually pretty blunt, or full of vomiting insects. Sometimes you just never know with the Judges. In any case, the alien inclined his head to him. "Greetings to you too!" Judge Mortis was a lot less enthusiastic but not unfriendly for it. The alien echoed his wave and inclined his head again in greeting. When Judge Fear reached over and gave Kev's head a pat, the alien leaned into it and seemed quite content with the gesture! He was extremely physically affectionate after all. Though as the pats went on, they suddenly felt a little...awkward.

    "...Thank you for the...patting on the head. They felt very nice!" Truthfully, the Judges' hands took some getting used to. They were cold, a little squishy, and they had those long nails at the end of their fingers. Despite the awkwardness, Kev was still in a pretty good mood. The two brothers walked in and Kev came in behind them, glad that tea seemed quite lovely to the two of them. The two of them could be mysterious and a little unpredictable, but it was nice to know they really loved their tea! And also murder. But now was the time for tea, not murder. "Hm?" The alien made a curious noise as he shut the door behind them, hand lingering on the doorknob since Judge Fear had just suggested Judge Mortis go outside and run amok with the sheep. "Well, if he wants..." The alien turned his head to look at Mortis and see what he would choose to do. After such a very long walk, Mortis wanted to stay inside and sample some tea rather than frolic right now. Kev nodded his head and left the doorway to join them in the main living room area.

    "Calmed...? Uh...that depends. How would you go about....calming them? I mean, that doesn't involve killing them...right?" He sure hoped not! These animals were like his big ole furry babies! The icy chill did not go unnoticed either, the alien giving the Judge a scrutinizing look as he wrapped his cape around himself to make himself warmer. Thankfully Judge Mortis distracted him with a simple request that the alien obliged with a nod of his head. "Of course, go ahead! I'd offer for you to watch some tv but I don't...have one." This visit seemed to be a nice one, one that wasn't going to be rowdy or anything, so he doubted either of them were going to do anything disgusting in here like they'd done in the Sanctuary in the past. Ugh...sometimes in the dark of the night he could still feel those flies crawling all over...


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Sat Sep 20, 2014 3:42 am

    What utter poppycock! Judge Fear most certainly did not find the sinners to his liking. In fact, he found them all abhorrent criminals who had been successfully judged upon his swift arrival. We ssstayed becaussse there were sssinnersss, the Dark Judge felt he had to elaborate. With a small gesture of his rotten hand he continued, I could not sssimply vacate the local premisssesss after having encountered the living. No, they were to be purged and with due processss of the law. Sssuch wasss their right and my obligation. Moonshine had never entered the ghoul's thoughts.

    What!? wrote:Now you are getting ahead of me, Fear. I never sssaw you two asss a sssexually active couple, purely platonic with perhapsss sssome cuddling.

    "Ssss...!" If there was one thing Judge Fear disliked the most, barring from the fact that he now relied upon Kev, of all creatures, to acquire weapons of mass destruction, it was the lowly comparison drawn between himself and dear Judge Death. Or Sssidney, as he was being referred to. He downright hated it. You ssshould never sssee usss asss anything! he hotly countered. Out of the four brothers, Judge Fear was usually the calm and silent one; he typically kept off to the sidelines and took comfort in whatever darkened corner the ghoul could find. There were, of course, times where Judge Fear had a rather zealous streak in him, but what honest Judge of the law didn't? In order to dedicate one's very soul to this profession there had to be a fiery spark deep within one's breast - passion. Without a love for the law and a logical and sound mind to accompany it, one could not possibly hope to proudly wear the badge.

    After being taken at the age of five and left to Law School's mentoring for the entire duration of his youth, Judge Fear took his vocation rather seriously. That is why, after Judge Mortis' unwarranted analogy between that of their absent leader and himself, the armoured Dark Judge felt that passionate spark seethe.

    Kev isss not my Mrsss. Gunderssson and that isss final, he growled.

    Never.

    Never in all of Judge Fear's many years did he ever stoop so low as to pardon a filthy sinner from their crimes! What had possessed Judge Death in sparing Mrs. Gunderson they may never know, but that was Judge Death's burden to bear and not his. Kev will perish, make note of that, and it will be by Judge Fear's hands and Judge Fear's alone. Out of an uncharacteristic display of anger and disgust, the ghoul snapped his helm forward and promptly cut off all eye contact with his brother. This was not to say that he now despised Judge Mortis, for that was simply ludicrous, but he did feel rather irritated. The emotion will fade as with all things; most likely in the next few moments, as Judge Fear had inadvertently encouraged Kev's friendly behaviour with his patting.

    At once the offending hand was removed, and abruptly. "Ssss..." Why. Why does everything somehow either brighten the alien's day or make him even friendlier? Should that even be possible? Made the Dark Judge wish he could smite the little nuisance and be rid of this baggage. After all, that is really the extent of what the ghoul could do. Purging the wicked also felt comforting!

    Sigh, the things one does for worldwide judgement... His brother surely wasn't making things any easier.

    A little less enthusiasm, Fear...

    Calm down, Fear...


    Bleating bag-o'-bones... If it were so simple, how come he wasn't the one doing the -

    ...talking wrote:"Yesss, good day to you, Kev."

    Right, right. Out of the four brothers, Judge Mortis was known better for his tact and subtle ministrations. They certainly couldn't trust Judge Fire with such precious tasks, and Judge Death was the most zealous of the quartet. Where did that leave him...?

    It left him right in the living room of Kev's quaint cottage, standing there like a great big dark cloud on a perfectly sunny day. Well, in his defense it wasn't as if Judge Fear had much social interaction prior to Portal Breach. The ghoul had normally gone off and about purging sinners left and right, never ceasing in his task to stop and ask for the weather or time of day. There had been no point! And let's be honest, Deadworld had a lousy citizen-Judge integration program. For once the ghostly "eyes" within Judge Fear's helm blinked, the towering undead troubled and grossly out of his element.

    But he isss not one of usss, he begged to differ. Pretending that Kev, good Grud, was a Dark Judge came off as a nightmare and a half! Look at him standing there, with his stupid big eyes and his stupid interest in them both... Reminded him of the Creep, it did!

    And Judge Fear did not like the Creep, no sir. That had been unpleasant...

    But not as unpleasant as his brother thinking to make a further menace of himself. Leave? As in leave him mentally and with Kev? Ugh, the Dark Judge would rather be encased in Boing! for another decade. Maybe two. ...Very well, I yield. You may ssstay, Judge Fear begrudgingly hissed. It didn't serve either of them very well to remain severed and for something so asinine as a petty quarrel. And so, feeling a bit defeated and stuck, the Dark Judge straightened and proceeded for the kitchen. Can't make good tea out in the living room, now, can you? Ah, but first... Judge Fear once more glanced over his shoulder and eyed the couch, a bizarre sensation dispersing throughout the property. Nothing immediately jumped outright and voiced its presence, but something had happened to Oscar.

    No longer did the canine hide behind the couch or bark. Instead, the dog came waddling out and sat, boldly, upon the floor. A pink tongue waggled about, friendly panting replacing unsettling growls and other similar hostile actions. What had happened to Oscar had also made its round to the rest of Kev's animals, the timid creatures forsaking their hiding spots and venturing out.

    It was almost as if they no longer recognized the Dark Judges as rotten corpses!  

    "Come," Judge Fear beckoned to Kev, the deed finished. He stooped to enter the kitchen and stepped aside, near the cooker (stove). "Retrieve your finessst teapot and kettle, along with sssuitable cupsss. The cylindrical kind with round mouthsss and bottomsss, no coffee mugsss or fine china. Today we ssshall make Britisssh tea and none of that disssgraceful Yankee sssubssstitution." Once all the necessary tools of the trade were fetched and neatly displayed, the Dark Judge would go about further instructions as necessary. For now, however, he very much wanted to stand there and be creepy.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Sun Sep 21, 2014 7:01 pm

    Came for the hiding place, stayed for the sinners. Very well, although the ghoul was considering that perhaps they could have moved on once the countryside had been purged of its inhabitants. Of courssse, brother, but what of after they were purged? He replied evenly. Even if his brother was not one to think of the unlawful drinks that were concocted, he had to admit that it was good to keep around for a new year's party or their less active days. Otherwise, save for the few that continued to return after being purged numerous times, they held a right to move on from the rolling, vibrant hills of green.

    Regardless, his joking was beginning to grate further upon Fear's already burning nerves. The Judge's baritone turned hot, roaring with disgust at the insinuation. With his final growl of indignation, the sheep-skulled ghoul was pressed to silence. It would not do either of them any good for his brother to be disgruntled while attempting to keep good relations with Kev. Regardless, the damage had been done and Fear snapped his gaze away from Judge Mortis, a physical display of irritation that was quite rare of him. Well, looks like he had pressed an especially sensitive button there. No amount of apologizing would mend his brother's mood at this current moment, he relaized, and thus he decided it best to wait until after tea or perhaps after they had left Kev's home to repent his misgivings.

    That did not keep his brother from heeding his advice, the ghoul's moderate surprise. For all the undead's supposed 'bleating' as Fear had decided to call it, there were more than a few grains of truth. Of courssse he isss not, brother. However, there mussst be sssome sssort of method to adopt in order to better tolerate Kev'sss mannerisssmsss. Before Fire became the flamboyant walking torch we know him asss, he had been a undercover Judge. If he can act like he could fit in with a group of sssinnersss ssso could we until it issss time to tosss off the wool from our backsss. At least in theory. Despite this, it was never too late to get an education in social interaction under your belt. Kev may have a set of stupid eyes and a stupid interest in them, but he also was their ticket to destroying this world above all. Think of the weaponsss, Fear. He added encouragingly. If there was no Kev, there would be no weapons for them to attain through his demise.

    At the very least Fear could pretend Kev was something that he liked in place of the noodly green alien before them.

    With his brother's yield and beeline for the kitchen, Mortis looked back to Kev and leaned down, placing a claw upon his shoulder gently and giving it a light pat. "Thank you Kev. Do not worry about televisssion, there are other methodsss of entertainment we can find other than ssstaring into an idiot box." His reassurance given, the ghoul stood back up to his towering height and made his sluggish way towards the couch before sitting with a creak of aged bone and leathery skin.

    "Sssss..." A content sigh like a final breath came from the undead Judge as he sank in to the cushions. This couch felt even better than the one at the farm, smelled better too. Tilting his head back against the soft upholstery, Mortis decided to feign closing his eyes for a bit while he kept a close ear on his brother's progress with the tea.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:45 pm

    Judge Fear did not really answer Kev's question about what his methods to calm the animals would involve, which made the lean alien a little nervous. His eyes darted between the two Judges, who were at the moment silent. He wondered if they may be talking among themselves, he knew they both were telepathic and both cared a lot for each other. They'd even involved him in the telepathic conversation a couple of times, primarily when they were trying to lure Daemeon to that ambush. Today, the duo and any words passed between them would have to remain a mystery. A strange feeling washed over the place and Kev watched, cautious and curious as all three of the animals came out of their hiding places. "Oscar?" The alien scooped up the miniature pinscher, who just continued to pant happily and wag his tail. Little doggy heart was still beating...Shally and Percy were both obviously alive as well, and at ease with Kev's guests. "That's...pretty amazing." Kev placed the dog down and the dog sat himself in the living room, comfortable. Oscar was always the worst about strangers too, now look at him!

    Judge Fear absconded to the kitchen soon after, beckoning Kev to come along and get a 'proper' tea set. Why did British tea need to be so specific about something as simple as cups? "Right, yeah, who drinks Yankee tea? Yankee tea is terrible!" He chuckled as Judge Fear left to the kitchen, leaning slightly towards Judge Mortis. "What's a Yankee?" And why in the world did Judge Fear dislike them so much? The sheep-headed Judge gave Kev's shoulder a pat and thanked him rather nicely! "You're welcome! If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." He gave one more wave to Mortis before he disappeared into the kitchen, now practically radiating positive feelings. Funny what a few kind words and physical contact could do for one's mood.

    "Kettle..." The kettle was easy enough to find, as it was what he usually used to make tea anyways. He also used it to pour the tea, he'd never really used a teapot. The alien handed the kettle to the Judge before he dug around in the cabinets to find the 'finest' tea instruments there were in the kitchen. Kev had a couple of cups he typically used because he liked them, but if Judge Fear wanted a teapot and proper cups...the alien's lean arms stretched as far back as they could to find a tea set that had been pushed to the very back. Kev set the ceramic cups and tea pot on the counter, pulling himself back into a standing position and turning to face the other. "How're these?" They were probably the most 'British' ones in the whole cottage.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:16 am

    But what of after the purging... Judge Fear had at times pondered this quandary, yet the answer still remained as elusive as when he had first considered it. The most logical decision would be to leave the grange and roam the wilderness until a new settlement was discovered, rinsing and repeating as necessary. However, that was all very nomadic and prone to instability from a myriad of uncontrollable, random factors. The Dark Judge would much prefer more favourable circumstances, and ones they could influence whenever they desired it. I have yet to decide whether we ssshould travel beneath the open sssky and bring jussstice to the living, or if we ssshould develop a permanent bassse of operationsss and ssspread the good work through an essstablissshed chain of command, he replied after some thought. The former would put them at the mercy of whatever powers may be, and the latter would be similar to how they had brought the entirety of Deadwrold to its repentant knees.

    Give it time, dear brother. Neither of them were currently in any position of place and power to settle this matter quite yet. And as for the sensitive button, well...

    Judge Fear supposed he had overreacted and lashed out too harshly. As already noted by the other half, the armoured Dark Judge was not a fellow who was prone to erupting. That was of course Judge Fire, who usually went straight to incinerating whatever incurred the fiery ghoul's wrath; his method of administering "due process" so that no sinner was left cruelly waiting. Nevertheless, Judge Fear held little affection for comparisons drawn between himself and Judge Death. Please do not get him wrong, brother. He harboured no sincere ill will for their grinning leader and respected him mightily, but something just wasn't right about a few of the analogies...

    Like, for instance, the teasing juxtaposition between Kev and Mrs. Gunderson; which, as already argued, would also be to imply that Judge Fear would pardon the green alien as Judge Death had done for his elderly landlady. That was positively ludicrous! No sinner, no matter how compliant or useful, was to be pardoned and therefore allowed to mosey on along. Was that not a blatant form of negligence on their judicial part?

    Was that not playing favourites?

    Judge Fire could ssstomach the demandsss of being an undercover Judge. And he, unlike myssself, wasss of a more charming persssonality, he rasped, setting aside all internal debating for now. There was a reason Judge Fear had not opted for that line of work, and it was precisely because he did not like jeopardizing his own beliefs and principles - even for official assignments. It certainly explained why the ghoul found it so distressing whenever he had to interact with Kev, ugh... Yesss, for the weaponsss of masss dessstruction. Always for the weapons of mass destruction, or the doomsday device, or the 100% lethal plague that will wipe out all life as one knew it. Good Grud, these schemes were becoming more and more demanding as the profession wore on! But, alas, his brother was indeed correct. Kev was the lynchpin they required and without him... well, it would be much harder to acquire any deadly contraption suitable for their righteous needs.

    If only it wasn't the green alien, with his stupid big eyes and his stupid interest in them... Not all of them could be so fortunate, however, and here they all were, about to partake in a lovely cup of tea together. There could be far worse fates, perhaps. Being banished to Limbo and left to float aimlessly about quickly came to mind.  

    In any event, seems a round of apologies was in store for the Dark Judges. Later, though.

    Kev wrote:"That's...pretty amazing."

    "Ssss... that wasss the sssettle technique; worksss very well on creaturesss in the lower ordersss," Judge Fear answered. A relatively simple ability, 'settle' allowed the manifester to quell aggressive behaviour in the common animal and persuade it to become docile. As Kev could see, it performed amazingly well on average household pets. "Your animalsss ssshall be fine, no harm done to their innocent bodiesss. However, I will have to perform the technique every hour ssso long asss both my brother and I remain on your property." 'Settle' was also not an ability that lasted for incredible amounts of time. "Asssuming you have enough dissscipline in that thin body of yoursss and you posssesss a ssstrong mind, you too could learn and replicate it." And what's a Yankee, he says...

    That was for his brother to answer, seeing as how Judge Mortis was busy enjoying the couch's upholstery. There was no harm in lounging about, however, as the former's contented mental state was also soothing for the towering creep in the kitchen.

    Of course, that was before Kev brought out his kettle and went about fetching the rest of the proper equipment.

    Why? Well, it didn't take a genius to figure things out!

    The moment Kev placed his kettle in Judge Fear's hands and opened up his cabinets to find a teapot and matching cups all the way in the very back, the Dark Judge had made the connection. He glanced down at the set, tentatively, and wiped a rotten finger upon the teapot's fine china. Know what now coated his green fingertip? Dust, and lots of it. The ghoul held up his finger and slowly turned it so Kev could also scrutinize this profound discovery. Get a good look! "Ssshame on you," Judge Fear hissed, his tone of voice teetering between awe and disgust. "Look at your teapot, Kev. It'sss posssitively filthy and your kettle isss asss clean asss a whissstle!" Which meant only one thing and one thing only: "You make your bloody tea with the kettle."

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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:54 pm

    Ah, so he had yet to decide his plan of action? It made sense, this world was far unlike anything they had encountered thus far. Even the crime-infested Mega City was still bound to the conventional laws of mortality and death. Here? They still needed time to debate their measures and strategy before he and his brother carried out anything close to a purge of the iniquitous planet. Underssstandable, brother. He replied. Content to let that topic lie for now, the discussion turned back to the topic of the honorable Judge Fire.

    Alas, charm was not as complicated as the ghoul would think. The whole thing about charm, Fear, isss sssaying what the lissstener wantsss to hear. He stated, before continuing on. Sssinnersss like a welcoming pressence, they relax in the ssshadow of the nonthreatening, thossse that favor mercy and sssympathiess over judgement and decisssivenesss that doesss not favor their interessstsss. In essence, do in a way as his brother had done to Kev just moments earlier. Look how quickly the alien relaxed, the positive feelings that radiated from his noodly body the moment he was told that it was fine to not have a television in his home.

    Although, even that example may not be enough for Judge Fear, who tended to be very by the book. Even more so than Mortis himself. How would thisss visssit be if you were to pretend you were off duty, perhapssss even retired? They nearly were at one point, before Death had decided to dimension jump to Mega City One's dimension. Alas, rest was not about to come that easily. Perhaps after this universe was purged they could find rest at last, then again that could take many thousands of years upon itself if they counted having to keep killing off the ones that refused to stay in the grave.

    With a strong aura from his brother, the additional distraction of the pets' anxious auras had been replaced with something more relaxed, the dog even coming to sit next to the couch.

    Still lounging back on the couch, the ghoul's head tilted slightly in Kev's direction as he asked a rather odd question. The alien had no clue what a Yankee was? This planet was filled with them, the mouthless green bean practically walking among them every time he stepped into the Sanctuary. "The sssupernatural exterminator Sssam Winchessster isss one." He replied simply, his skeletal form having nearly become one with the cushions from how deeply he allowed himself to settle. "They are people from the Americassss, United Ssstatesss to be exact. They lack refinement." Coffee, not matter how strong or bold of a blend, was no substitute for tea.

    Now, what was all this about a dirty tea set? deciding to take a look through his brother's eyes, he took note of a rather shocking discovery. The alien for all his hospitality, apparently never made use of his tea set. "It issss a ssshame, yesss. But alssso a ssssign of a lack of company. You mussst not get many vissitorsss out here, friend." He rasped from the living room, his bony sockets having been realigned to look up and marvel at Kev's ceiling once more. "No harm done, Kev. Sssimply give it a wasssh in the sssink and it can be ussssable. Fear isss merely a ssstickler regarding hisss tea." He reassured calmly, before letting a clawed hand hang down and give Oscar a light pat on the head, his gaze still on the ceiling.

    ...What an interesting choice for a ceiling color. It was as if the alien expected his guests to look at it.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Tue Sep 23, 2014 11:00 pm

    A 'settle' technique? Apparently it worked well on animals. Kev gave his animals another curious look before glancing back at the Judge. "Are you gonna be okay?" Doing a move like that every hour for all three of them might get exhausting. Judge Fear was a sturdy guy so if he was confident he'd be alright... Though the alien shrugged when Fear suggested he could learn it. "No thanks." The alien didn't really like using his powers on the animals like that anyway. They were typically fine, though Oscar could be all 'bark bark' at strangers sometimes. Typically he could be calmed through normal means. What was discipline supposed to mean anyway? Kev was chock-full of discipline!

    Judge Fear moved to the kitchen, leaving Mortis to answer what a Yankee was. "Yankees are humans?" That was what Sam was. ...Eh, presumably. He had that whole...voice thing. Apparently Yankees were humans from America to be specific! This much Kev did know at least, that there were several countries on Earth and most of the humans here were from America. "Yankees are unrefined, got it!" And into the kitchen he went as well! The tea set was handed to Judge Fear, Kev's eyes wide as he waited to hear Fear's 'judgement'. A corpse finger wiped across the surface of the teapot, green skin now greyish from dust. The alien winced before offering a sheepish look to the Judge.

    "Well, its not mine..." He admitted first before again wincing. One eye was squinted shut, the other peeking up at the Judge as he tentatively spoke again. "And...making my tea with the kettle is...bad?" He prepared himself for any angry outbursts, glancing back to Mortis' direction. "I have other cups I usually use, especially for company, though I don't get company too often, so that part is true..." Judge Mortis was quite mellow today, addressing Kev as friend and inserting his two cents that all they needed to do was wash the set. Kev nodded his head like a bobble-head. "Yeah, what he said~! We can just wash them, easy as that!"

    "Kev?" A soft, mechanical voice called out from upstairs suddenly, a few steady thumps announcing that whoever had called was descending down the stairs. Kev's skin paled for a moment and his head snapped towards the stairs as modified Myr robot came down. "I thought I heard voices--" The robot's dark blue optics widened considerably as he took the image. A corpse with the head of a sheep skull lounging on the couch and another corpse with a helm in the kitchen with Kev. The robot lowered himself onto all fours and Kev quickly made his way over to him. "Kev, what are these...things?" They were like nothing the robot had ever seen!

    "Marvin, these are my friends! Judge Fear and Judge Mortis. Fear, Morty, this is Marvin!" The alien threw an arm around the robot, partially to persuade the robot to lower his guard, which he did. Reluctantly.

    "...Friends...?" The robot gave Kev a curious look as the alien patted his chest and steered the robot towards Mortis.

    "Yeah yeah, Fear and I are making British tea. You make conversation with Mortis and keep him some company while we work!" And with a final pat on the head for Marvin, the alien disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving an awkward Marvin with Judge Mortis.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Wed Sep 24, 2014 2:35 am

    Yes, yes... Saying what the listener wanted to hear, or building a connection, was oftentimes a method of "relating" with the subject. Be it within the living room or the interrogation room, those experiencing the doldrums or stress were prone to behaving more favourably when someone (or a Judge) appeared to be on their side; to fight the good fight, to share in one's struggles, to stand up against the "Man" and bring down the "institution". Etc, etc, etc. Judge Fear had heard his fill plenty when operating under Deadworld's justice department, and most of it was insincere empty talk attempting to coax an offender into either confessing or telling the Judges what they had wanted to hear. It's a funny world, innit? Nevertheless, it was a common tactic that even the greenest of rookies knew.

    In short, it was really just telling a lie; except most folks didn't like to see it as such, for it deconstructed how they viewed themselves as a good and decent person. Rubbish, the whole lot of it. One should be sincere, by the book, and outstandingly dedicated to their core ethics. And to the law, of course. That last bit was doubly important.

    You know my hissstory, Judge Fear rasped, speaking out. He appreciated the advice, no matter how basic and reminiscent of their Law School days it was, but he simply couldn't reason with being a fraud. I wasss neither an undercover Judge nor one of thossse obtussse Judgesss in the interrogation department. My ssspecialty wasss tracking fugitivesss and bringing them in, or walking a beat when asssigned. There'sss nothing charming about that. Ah, the thrill of the hunt... To stalk one's prey from the shadows and know each and every aspect regarding their life through countless hours of discreet study. It was lonely work but someone had to do it. Besides, it kept a Judge on their edge; one could grow complacent in the department, questioning criminals day in and day out.

    Nothing could ever beat the instant gratification one felt when finally bagging their target, all the work and effort put into the hunt paying off. It was an absolute rush of endorphins! Tell him, brother, where could you honestly experience such a high when you were busy behind a desk schmoozing with a perp, or constantly keeping good graces with the local drug kingpin whose group you had infiltrated?

    Charm didn't produce the level of sweat, toil, and blood that a hunt or foot-chase could on any given day.

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    An... interesting scenario, the Dark Judge supposed.

    He thought about it for a moment, a gruesome fingernail lightly tapping at his helm. Tink, tink, tink!

    Well, Judge Fear began slowly, picking his words carefully, I frankly never thought that far, Mortisss. I mean, what for? We're undead Judgesss of the law, aren't we? That alone impliesss we're to be on-duty until Judgement Day itssself. And how are we to retire knowing full well that sssinnersss will continue with their criminal practicesss dessspite usss tosssing in our badgesss? Maybe the ghoul was thinking about this too literally. Yes, that must be it. He didn't want to think about a crisis of faith (to what they represented) and all the world-shaking implications that usually came with it. A low - Hmm... - escaped the Dark Judge's thoughts and his previous apprehension had considerably lessened. He guessed it couldn't hurt to loosen up and enjoy a bit of down time, seeing as how today's interaction was for a just cause... Weapons of mass destruction and all that fun stuff.

    Fast forward to the present where dialogue was carried openly, right in time for Judge Fear to scoff. "Tch, exterminator..." If his eyes could roll, they would have. "Sssam isss hardly fit to exterminate anything, even hisss own wretched mental isssuesss. He ought to find himssself a professssion he isss good at." What was the lad going to do, shoot at the Dark Judges with silver bullets? Absurd.

    Though, to be fair, silver did leave an unpleasant pinch...

    Kev wrote:"Are you gonna be okay?"

    "...What?" Oh, oh! Right, Kev considered their feelings and dispositions as if they were actual people. Friends, wasn't that the term commonly tossed about? Judge Fear replied with a light gesture, indicating that he was going to be perfectly fine. A pity about not wanting to learn the technique, though. "Calming a few animalsss isss child'sss play at my age," he rasped with a crisp snap of his fingers. "After all, you don't get to be a powerful psssychic by jussst practicing on crittersss, hmm?" This was between you and him, and maybe his brother, but commanding animals to rip into a fellow's body was all sorts of delightful fun. Just ask Xavier when you get the chance, ha ha! No, wait... Don't ask the assassin, because you'll just feel even worse about this mutual relationship. Right, then. Scratch everything about using adorable pugs as frenzied ankle-biters!

    And is it okay to make tea with the kettle... No angry outburst came out of Judge Fear this time, but he did shake that iron helm of his. "You poor sssod... To think, you've been making tea wrong thisss entire time. Fret not! I am going to teach you right, asss a proper friend ssshould." Tut, the 'F' word was used! Judge Mortis' peaceful mental state was quickly becoming contagious. Not the "stickler" comment, though. One should always be a stickler when brewing a decent pot of tea!

    "Wasssh the ssset like my brother hasss sssaid and I ssshall fill up the kettle with fresssh water," the Dark Judge offered. "And when you are done with that, kindly get out the mil - "

    ??? wrote:"Kev?"

    It was just one surprise after another, wasn't it?

    You can only imagine the look on Judge Fear's horrific face when he locked sights with not another living resident of the cottage but a machine! It had to be, for no vitals were registering in the Dark Judge's vision and he could detect no unguarded thoughts whatsoever. "And who isss thisss...?" he inquired to know, curious and uneasy. Kev hadn't mentioned anything about owning a fully cognizant automaton and it had been a while since the Dark Judge last scanned the alien's mind. "Marvin?" The thing had been given a name? What kind of a name was - "A thing?" Not as bad as being called a zombie, certainly, but still!

    There was a bit of grumbling on Judge Fear's part, but the ghoul decided to abide by his own standard: best behaviour. "Good day to you, Marvin," he muttered flatly, turning his attention to the sink.

    The gushing sound of running water filled the kitchen and that was the extent of the Dark Judge's curt greeting.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:30 pm

    Ah yes, history could not be denied. The ghoul was well aware of Fear's passionate desire for the hunt, the thrill of the chase. What good Judge did not share such passions? Mortis could not deny that while his talents lied in infiltration and "inside jobs" as Death had said, the undead Judge still held some longing for a good chase, sentencing performed by his own two hands. Nothing could truly compare.

    However, this was neither a hunt nor a sentencing. For Judge Fear, he would have to think of this as if he were taking a step into the role Judge Mortis usually opted to take when executing more sensitive cases. At least so his brother thought. It isss never too late to expand upon one's repertoire of ssskillsss, brother. He replied calmly. Thankfully the helmeted Judge seemed to calm down slightly at the mention of pretending that they were off-duty for once, even if it was after he questioned the logic of such a scenario. The trick was indeed to not look at such a circumstance literally, but more as a prompt to guide one's actions.

    A method of thinking that Fear was catching on to. Well done.

    From within the kitchen Mortis could hear his brother scoff about the exterminator, who apparently did not hold the right to be called such a title. From what he had witnessed and the little that Fear tended to share regarding the man, he could only agree. "Yesss, the poor man ssshould really conssssider sssseeking professssional help." He hissed. A good death sentence never truly hurt anyone, after all, there was nary a complaint from those that sought the help of the two Dark Judge's whether they wished it or not. Kev's response regarding Yankees was a little confused at first, but he soon got the hang of it.

    It was admittedly endearing in a way to see the alien grow worried over them getting tired of calming the animals. However his thoughts were misplaced, given the both of them were rather well practiced psi's and quite powerful to boot. Or at least Fear was at the moment. One day perhaps Mortis would grow to his previous power, one day...

    Now then, how was that tea coming along? With Fear's inspection of the pot, the alien noticeably grew tense. not exactly the best impression to place upon a 'friend' if they wanted to work with them, but at the same time Kev was learning a few good lessons in making proper tea. Look, even his brother was starting to get into the friendly spirit! Good man, him. Advising Kev alongside his own words to wash the set instead of sentence the alien to more than a handful of death sentences (although in all fairness the place really did break plenty of codes already), he waited and kept an ear out as Fear went to prepare the kettle.

    All peaceful and serene, except for one small, teeny tiny detail.

    Thump, thump, thump!

    They were not alone, for the alien had a house droid with him! Of all the things they had rehearsed before coming out to the cottage, they had foregone the usual practice of scanning the home before entering. With Kev's tendency to live alone, the idea of him having a machination had hardly crossed their minds. Judge Mortis straightened from his lounging position to address the wayward automaton, which apparently did not know exactly what to make of his brother and himself. Interestingly enough of the droids in Mega-City One he had come across during their short periods of freedom, he had not exactly seen one that looked so... bird-like. Then again, this place was hardly the Mega-City.

    Thankfully Kev introduced them before they fell back on their usual process of stating their vocation. Though the ghoul could not help but tilt his head at being called Morty. That certainly was a new one. Despite the alien's impulsive nickname, he knew better than to have an outburst at the already strung out alien. Apparently deciding it best to steer the robot in Mortis' direction, he only obliged and moved over a seat to allow the machine a place to sit. "Greetingssss, Marvin." He rasped, sounding amiable enough. "Kev did not tell usss hisss home wasss welcome to more than jussst furry creaturessss. I take it you help him around the houssse?" The robot had to be useful for more than just butting in unannounced.

    Despite the sheep-skull's permanent grin, the undead Judge could not make heads or tails of this odd metallic being. There were no readable thoughts, no emotional auras, not even so much as a flicker of instinct to go off of. In all sense of the word, reading this creature was about as helpful as reading a brick wall. The thought of having his brother summon the talking vehicle crossed his mind, but with what means? Hm... I will keep the robot bussy while you make tea, but if thisss being growsss wissse to our true purpossse here, it could end badly. Let me know when you need to dissscusss anything sssensssitive and I will sssee if I can get the machine out to a more isssolated location. Sheep gazing sounded like a calming, eavesdropping preventing activity.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Tue Sep 30, 2014 11:28 pm

    Kev nodded with some degree of agreement. Sam definitely needed some sort of help. The man had some sort of...rude thing lurking around in his head. That wasn't really normal. Sam Winchester was definitely in need of some sort of professional help... Judge Fear seemed perplexed for a moment at Kev's question, Kev remembering that considering everything Judge Fear could do, maybe calming animals once an hour was easy. The Judge asserted so himself. Helped that the Judge had been one for so very long. "Right, right..." He was perhaps a bit used to Terra, who's powers were a strength, but also a weakness at times as well. The young woman was not quite the pillars of unflinching strength Judge Fear and Judge Mortis seemed to be. "Definitely not!" Though practicing with animals could be useful, eventually one would have to move up. As for pug assassins, such a thing was secretly genius. Who could kick a pug off their ankles? Only a monster would do that!

    Kev's eyes blinked inquisitively at being called a 'poor sod'. More of those British words...Judge Fear was not upset at least! "I never knew there was a wrong way to do it. Aside from if you make it and it ends up tasting bad..." He knew Leslie liked to use a teapot, but Leslie had also liked to wear big fancy wigs and poofy fancy dresses. Just because she liked doing something didn't mean it was normal. He figured it was a fancy little quirk of her's. Who knew it was actually the 'right' way to make tea? "How kind of you!" Maybe the tea actually would taste better this way.

    Judge Fear was in the middle of giving out instructions, Kev already in the middle of grabbing the tea set, when Marvin had appeared. Thankfully this friendship reveal had gone better than the last few times, the alien quite relieved as Marvin hesitantly joined Judge Mortis on the couch, perching on it rather than sitting normally. The robot gave a slight wave to Judge Fear who stayed in the kitchen, blue optics soon leveling themselves on the sheep-headed Judge who was sitting beside him. "Greetings to you, Judge Mortis." While Marvin was by now quite familiar with sheep, he had to say talking to a fellow with the skeletal head of one was not...quite something he was used to. The robot shuffled for a moment. "He has not mentioned the two of you to me either." Which was a little strange, for the talkative alien. Usually Kev talked his audio receptors off about some of his friends, though he'd noticed the frequency of such talk seemed to have lessened as time went on. Still, there were many people Marvin had been told of. From Arro to Zurg, and yet there were no Judges ever mentioned. The robot found it strange, but was still young and naive enough to not immediately find anything suspicious about it. "Yes, I do. This morning I was tending to the turtles while Kev handled the dogs and cat." They usually switched every other day, who did what. One of Marvin's arms grasped the side of the couch to keep his balance. "How do you and your companion know Kev?" Couldn't be from the store, Kev would have mentioned hiring such...interesting people.

    After leaving Marvin with Mortis, Kev had lingered around the corner for a few moments to make sure the two were interacting positively. Only when he was sure that nothing drastic was going to happen did Kev grab the tea set and joined Judge Fear by the sink. "Sorry. He didn't mean anything, honest. He's a good robot, but he's still...young." And a little protective. Kev pulled his gloves off and filled the side of the sink with soapy water, placing the fragile dishware in the water to soak briefly before grabbing a sponge and scrubbing. The action was really helping him to relax from the brief anxiety that cropped up when Marvin had arrived. Marvin did not seem impulsive enough to attack, but the last few times anyone had either learned of his friendship with Fear and Mortis or met them, people did not have the best first reaction. It was understandable, but after the altercation with Eridan, and the time Nym had caught Kev killing Daemeon...it made him uneasy. "...You were saying for me to get the milk, right?" Maybe reminding him of what he'd been saying for the tea would help lighten the mood.


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