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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Thu Nov 06, 2014 5:54 pm

    Kev wrote:"Isn't that kinda contradictory though?"

    "What did I sssay about sssasssss?" He didn't say anything about sass, technically; blurring physical speech and telepathy was expected. It was also expected for Judge Fear to find Kev's mating habits downright criminal. "Ssss... how unfortunate for you," he hissed, not at all sincere. Though, it would be mildly cathartic to purge the alien's offspring and then raise their fresh corpses to perform a little dance for their father. Then they could strangle him with their corpse fingers, ah~! Such pleasing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Kev's naive voice, the scaly pest having never seen an intestine so effortlessly removed from the body. Apparently... There were probably a lot of things Kev had not seen, nor really considered. He was truly missing out.

    The Dark Judge was hardly bothered or moved by Kev's aghast display. In fact, he nonchalantly gestured with a rotten hand while the alien busied himself by opening all of the kitchen's windows. Ick, fresh air and chirping song birds... "A sssausssage, an organ; doesss it matter?" he rasped, presenting a rhetorical question. Ghostly eyes flared and dimmed, the ghoul pivoting about his leathery heels in a customary, undead manner.

    'Zombie' label need not apply.

    "You have been warned numerousss timesss, Kev. How you manage to repeatedly forget my physssical condition isss indicative of your mental deficienciesss." Do you really want to pass on this defective gene to your children, friend? That was rather selfish of you, and a tad shortsighted in regards to the... whatever-you-were community. It was rather amazing that the clumsy alien didn't muck up his important task of scooping the tea leaves and carrying the pot. Even more amazing was that Kev hadn't run off screaming like a little girl after surviving the ghoul's corpse humour... Mm, he'll simply have to try harder. Now, then. What's this about not knowing what a tea cozy was? Simply unacceptable! Judge Fear saw those rusty cogs turning, alright, and he wanted nothing more than to break them. He sadly lacked his brothers' touches, rotting and melting the figurative parts out of the question. Breaking them will have to do.

    With a very patient and emotionless hiss, the Dark Judge got to explaining. "A tea cozy," he sighed, "isss usssually made of cloth, and it coversss the teapot to keep itsss contentsss warm. Cold tea, and even iced tea, isss for chumpsss." Were you a chump, Kev?

    The answer was of course 'yes', seeing as how you didn't know where the tea cozy was - let alone realize what one was...

    Such was the ghoul's suffering. He ought to have destroyed the alien when given the chance, but no. They needed those blasted weapons of mass destruction to rid Portal Breach of crime and because both of the Dark Judges had a killing itch that desperately yearned for scratching. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. "Jussst... get the tray ready," Judge Fear instructed. He didn't want to try his luck anymore than he already had. "The tea ssshall be ready in two minutesss time, ssso make hassste. I will sssignal my brother and the houssse droid to return before then." But perhaps, however, he should let Judge Mortis spend additional time with Glen~?
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:29 pm

    So that was the alien's first time seeing, along with smelling, an organ? Well, color the superfiend amused as he watched through Fear's eyes as the green, scaly creature immediately began throwing open all the windows. Of course, this was hardly the type of behavior to show around one that they wanted to consider a friend, but a host malfunction is a host malfunction. It was out of the sheep-skulled ghoul's hands.

    Ugh, the fresh scent of the outdoors was found to be mutually repulsive, however, and the ghoul redirected his attention back towards the sheep. Specifically the very soft blue sheep he was currently petting. While she had shown caution at first the creature was content to let him give her a scratch behind the ears. Admittedly, this was likely the first time he had ever seen a sheep that was alive before. Surprisingly they were far more coarse in their wool and less fluffy than he originally believed. Thus, Marvin's statements took a short moment for him to notice while he was preoccupied. "Hmm? Ah, yesss. It isss a very equal ssyssstem. We would have it no other way." He idly rasped, scratching the ewe's neck while making an effort to ignore the bleating menace that was Glen.

    That poor ram really needed to be neutered, or at least taken to be bred. Someone may like having a lamb sired from a lilac sheep, if the colors were passed down. From what Marvin said, it may very well be the case. Although the ghoul found it interesting that he merely said the flock was acquired from a friend and not a word further... For a moment his hand paused, claws flexing slowly in a thoughtful scratch. Could he be petting stolen livestock? "Hmm..." The ghoul continued slowly stroking the animal's wool, before deciding he preferred scratching behind their ears instead. "Did he ever sssay exactly who he got the animalsss from?" He inquired, giving the animal one last scratch before moving on to the next pen, one with a bright pink ewe within it. Remembering what had happened the last time he made a move for the sheep's head, his actions were a little more slow, deliberate. The ghoul did not wish to startle the poor thing.

    All the while he decided it was a good idea to check up on what was going on inside the house.

    From My Brother's Ears wrote:"Is that...a rag thing? Or some sort of...tea...machine?"

    Alas, the alien indeed did not have a single drokking clue what a tea cozy was. Thankfully his brother was patient enough to explain without his guidance. As well, the alien at least had a tea-tray with the tea set. Soon it would be time to go back to the cottage and have a nice cuppa. But not without picking up on his brother's thoughts about him and Glen. Just to rile the helmeted ghoul, Mortis linked himself mentally with the flustered ram and acted as a path for its thoughts to race right into Fear's mind.

    Mostly it was a lot of baaing, passions, and awkward urges. Still, it translated as well as any human language, alive or dead. While that was going on, Mortis turned his skull slightly to get a better look at Marvin. "Do they ssstill retain their colorsss after they are ssshaven or doesss the color come in later on during the growing processs?" He asked.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Sat Nov 08, 2014 2:41 pm

    For a moment, Kev pondered over whether it would be worth it to point out to Fear that he had not, in fact, said anything about sass. In the end he decided it wasn't, they were supposed to be having a nice visit after all. It'd hardly be a nice visit if Kev kept getting him angry. "Alright, alright..." He conceded, waving his hands at the corpse in defeat. Wasn't even sass, just a fact... "Yep yep yep, very unfortunate. Figured that'd make you a little gleeful." And it totally did, just listen to the sympathy in that tone. Even more amusing was apparently Kev's reaction to the organ dangling from his helm.  "Well, one is a food item and the other is an organ in your body, probably all rotted and eugh...eugh..." The alien shuddered. "Would you mind cleaning your uh...little...organ puddles before you go?" Frankly, he was surprised it wasn't acidic.

    Though when Judge Fear spoke again, the alien whipped around to face him, tone sounding insulted and a little hurt. "Mental deficiencies?! You're the one that just admitted to having serious memory problems! I just forget you're a corpse because I like you, and we've spent a lot of time together. I've gotten kinda used to your usual smell, and I'm a huggy kinda guy. One of my first reactions with people is to grab them up and hug them. You just have a few...surprises attached." Like skin that squished under his touch and organs that bubbled up out of his face. The alien gave a little 'hmph' and crossed his arms, though soon Judge Fear explained what a tea cozy was. So it was a cloth that was laid over the tea pot to keep the tea warm. "So its a rag thing. Will any cloth do or does a tea cozy have to be specific?" He gave a little blink when the corpse deemed those who consumed cold and iced tea 'chumps'. Well, guess Kev was a chump. He just preferred his tea at a temperature that wasn't going to blister his skin. Ever helpful, the alien grabbed a clean dish towel and laid it over the tea pot. "There, a tea cozy."

    And now the tray! Kev knew what a tray was of course, and he grabbed it out easily, setting it on the counter and placing the cups on it, as well as the milk. "Alright, sounds like a plan. What else do you like in your tea?" He knew there was sugar, honey, all sorts of random things. "Do you and Mortis want anything to eat with it? ...Well maybe not, you don't really eat..."

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    Marvin moved on to Lavender, the sheep with white wool, though he gave a curious glance at Mortis. "You seem distracted." The robot pointed out, though he didn't think much of it. Perhaps he just liked sheep that much? The blue ewe was by now soaking up the attention from Mortis, while Marvin gave Lavender a few comforting strokes down her muzzle, right between the eyes. Eventually Glen settled down and sat himself down onto the hay, though his eyes never left Mortis. The blue ewe had a bit of debris in her wool that Mortis may catch, but otherwise the wool was clean and well kept.

    "He didn't give a name or anything, he just said it was an old friend." The robot very much doubted that Kev had stolen the little creatures, surely someone would notice their absence and send out an arrest warrant, or at least come looking. Mortis moved on to Lula the pink sheep, his slow movements getting a good reception from the ewe. She gave his hand a brief sniff, sneezing shortly afterwards at the smell, but she did not pull away from his hand, instead moving so that the Judge's hand could reach an itchy spot on the side of her neck. Glen's carnal thoughts got a beeline right to Judge Fear, the unfortunate Judge no doubt seeing the best of things. "Underneath the wool, they are black. The color comes back in when the wool does. It can actually be a little challenging to figure out which sheep is which when they're shaved, though." They had become a little reliant on remembering who was who based on color.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Sun Nov 09, 2014 4:29 pm

    Would he mind cleaning his little organ puddles... Well, Kev, since you asked so nicely.

    A horrid toe, the biggest one on Judge Fear's right foot, curled upward like an animal's snarling lip and poised its grotesque nail downward. Clean the puddles, eh? It's as good as done, friend. The yellowed tip struck down upon one fetid plash as a symphony of nails on chalkboard joyously accosted Kev's ears. ScreeeeEEEECH! Hear that skull-splitting cry, the selfless admittance of friendship! True to the alien's wishes, the offending blemish had been wiped from existence and would bother him not. There were others, however; others that demanded the good Judge's attention. He cared for them diligently and repeated the loving process anew.

    ScreeeeEEEECH!
    ScreeeeEEEECH!
    ScreeeeEEEEEEEEEEEECH!


    And so the performance reached its zenith, its final crescendo, before lapsing back into dreary silence.

    Pleased with his handiwork, Judge Fear returned his sights upon Kev and was greeted with an outstanding encore: a tone of rising indignation. The ghoul delighted upon this heartily. "Mm... Time isss meaninglessss in the grave," he hissed, voice as smooth and welcoming as an open coffin. The ghoul spoke and the world trembled, glass rattling and hinges creaking. Again the Dark Judge nonchalantly gestured, perhaps making light of Kev's hurt feelings. "Ssso I forget the time of day... or when a new year sssurpassssesss the one before it... I ssstill, however, know that you are alive and dessserving of punissshment." The undead fiend was well aware that he, even in this lawful state, was not perfect. Nevertheless, he liked to think himself of having a keen grasp on what is conducive to their objective and what is just inconsequential filler. "Are they truly sssurprisssesss, Kev?" A question that begged for an answer. "Or are you sssimply overlooking what you wisssh to ignore?" This one, as well. Judge Fear would argue, after all, that it was dreadfully hard to forget what a rotten corpse smelled like.

    While it was indeed entertaining to perhaps induce a mid-life crisis upon the alien and watch him sputter, two major infractions had been committed before the ghoul's very appalled eyes. These naturally consumed the bulk of his virtuous attention.

    Infraction No. 1 wrote:"So its a rag thing. Will any cloth do or does a tea cozy have to be specific?"
    Infraction No. 2 wrote:"There, a tea cozy."

    The slumbering behemoth within the Dark Judge's breast awoke with a start.

    "GET THAT UNSSSIGHTLY PIECE OF WOVEN FILTH OFF THE TEAPOT." Whereas previously the world had trembled beneath the ghoul's heavy speech, it now rocked and teetered by the sheer volume of Judge Fear's otherworldly exclamation.

    At once the air within the kitchen grew cold, as frigid as the northern wastes themselves, and a thick blanket of eerie mist radiated outward from the abyssal confines of the Dark Judge's cape. Glistening eyes and snapping teeth pooled around Kev's feet, the unnatural fog home to many ethereal dangerous. Were these real or imagined, however? A product of palpable horror or a trick of the mind? Perhaps it mattered not, for soon the cheerful, radiant warmth of Kev's cottage was cruelly suffocated by an impenetrable... darkness. Gone was the sun and all its brilliant rays, the alien's beloved pets letting out frightened yelps from their hiding places. Gone where the beautiful colours of the world, their vibrant hues overcome with depressing greys and blacks. Gone, gone, gone... Gone, instead to be replaced by a force of destruction that which was unlike anything Kev had the misfortune of inviting into his modest abode.

    In the epicenter of this overwhelming despair stood Judge Fear, the Dark Judge's features as pitch-black as the shadows he masterfully controlled. The nightmarish glow within his helm flared brightly, seemingly fueled by hellfire itself, and they bathed Kev in a false sense of comfort. Through those condemning lights did harrowing thoughts of suicide emerge, tickling whispers politely urging for the alien to withdraw one of his cooking knives. The sound of leathery skin stretching and pulling would snap him out of it, as two gangrenous green hands reached out from the alien's neck... decrepit talons eager to draw that first trickle of blood...

    But death never came.

    The moment Kev would blink his eyes and cry out for help, he would soon discover the heartening sight of his kitchen. Nothing was broken, nothing was amiss. Everything was as it should be, his floor no longer covered in sentient mist. Dust particles and floating animal hairs separated the rejuvenating wonders that were the sun's golden touch and the bleak, all-consuming oblivion that was Judge Fear's aura. Song birds happily chirped outside, indicating that the world would be only a leap away if he so chose. Where was the Dark Judge, however?

    Surprisingly, the Dark Judge was right where Kev had left him; petrified in a pose that only the unliving could expertly muster. He loomed there, hands rigidly upheld near that emaciated chest with sharpened fingertips pointing down, and oddly didn't seem all... there. It was as if the ghoul's mind had journeyed far, far away. Something must have interrupted Judge Fear's indiscernible thoughts, a faint glimmer of lilac, leaving a question to be asked in his absence.

    Had the terrifying vision Kev just experienced been a dream? Or had it been something more?

    There wasn't long to contemplate, for soon movement flowed into the Dark Judge's worn joints. Though he could not outwardly blink and display his expressions, Judge Fear's bass voice penetrated the kitchen's surreal calm. "Bissscuitsss," he rasped. "Bissscuitsss are to be ssserved with tea." There was one answer, at least. Chains rattled and the unshakable gloom left Kev's kitchen close behind the ghoul. Where was he going? To the living room, most likely. But not before the Dark Judge had one last thing to say. "And would you kindly get rid of that rag? You are disssgracing the teapot..." Ah, objective priorities.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Sun Nov 09, 2014 10:11 pm

    Droid wrote:"You seem distracted."


    Ah, caught red handed. The robot managed to notice the ghoul's distant mindset while it was petting the sheep, having moved on to give attention to the white one. "Yesss. You sssee, I have not actually touched a sssheep before. It isss different than what I had expected isss all." He rasped. He had wrongfully assumed they would feel like cotton, or maybe like a rabbit. Either way, the children's pop-up books had obviously been lying in  using more fluffy materials to use for a sheep's wool. Not that the blue and pink sheep were not fluffy, but they were fluffy in a more coarse way.

    Upon noticing Glen's quieting down, Mortis took a small glance his way. Had the ram finally given up and looked for more agreeable companions like the ewes in the barn? Unfortunately the lilac sheep's unwavering gaze said otherwise. In fact, Glen's gaze almost seemed creepy with how it focused upon the Judge. With that thought, Mortis returned his gaze to the pink sheep, who wished he paid special attention to a certain spot on her neck. He obliged without a fuss, using his claws to penetrate the thick coat and give her a good scratch. "And old friend, hmm?" Mortis rasped, somewhat distant as he continued scratching the ewe. For a moment he pondered over the animals, considering whether or not they should have a sheep or two at their farm. Not only would it add to the facade that it was a normal farm, but spending time with them was oddly relaxing in a way.

    Then again they would end up on the wrong side of Fear's experiments sooner or later, and Mortis did not have a clue as to what to do with all the wool once they needed shearing.

    THY ANAL RECKONING IS AT HAND wrote:"GET THAT UNSSSIGHTLY PIECE OF WOVEN FILTH OFF THE TEAPOT."

    For a moment the ghoul's ministrations stopped, as if taken by an epiphany. However, that was hardly the case as he held a front seat (at least mentally) to the unholy torment that was his brother's temper. To think that his brother had stated at the beginning of their visit to Kev's home that it was Mortis who was supposed to keep an eye on himself and behave... His brother had all the manners and etiquette of a tanturming teen at the current moment, at least until that wonderful vision of bestial urges flowed across the link. The moment Glen's carnal imagery hit him, everything had ceased and his brother grew surprisingly quiet.

    Shockingly quiet, even.

    Now placid and subdued by a rutting ram of all things, his brother had left for the living room. For a moment, a cold chill went down the ghoul's spine in wondering what he had possibly wrought once they both were out of Kev's sight. Hopefully his brother would retain some mercy towards him... Right? He had expected retaliation of some kind, something immature spat back across their mental link. Instead there was nothing, even as he had cut off the feed from Glen's mind, there was only a void of silence and what he could make out to be a shocked or distraught feeling faintly ebbing across from Fear. His tail anxiously curled from side to side, his thoughts broken only by Marvin's further explanation regarding the colorful sheep.

    A Welcome Distraction wrote:"Underneath the wool, they are black. The color comes back in when the wool does. It can actually be a little challenging to figure out which sheep is which when they're shaved, though."

    Was that so? Mortis looked back to the pink sheep and gently parted the wool upon her neck, leaning his skeletal snout closer to see that there was indeed a deep black hide beneath it. "Have you conssidered tagging them, perhapsss placing a collar on each of the ewesss to remember who isss who?" He suggested, resuming his looming posture and gently scratching the sheep's neck once more.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Tue Nov 11, 2014 4:29 pm

    Kev was more than a little...iffy about touching any of that fluid that had come out of Judge Fear. Now, bear in mind Kev was no expert but he was pretty sure that most people didn't leak anything green, unless something was horribly wrong. Or they were a corpse inhabited by a spirit/ghoul/thing. Whatever Judge Fear counted as. The green spots on the wooden floor just seemed to stare up at him. The thought of going anywhere near it sent shivers up his spine. Though not quite as much as the sound of Judge Fear's toenail scraping the wood to clean up the mess did. The alien didn't even try to hide his discomfort, hands covering his ear holes and cringing at the screeching of his nail. It only continued, there were quite a few little puddles after all, and it only seemed to get louder and louder all the time. Finally, it stopped and sure enough there was no more green on his kitchen floor. Though he was still going to get out the mop when they were gone and give it a good scrubbing...

    The alien uncurled from his cringing, giving Judge Fear a very weak thumb's up. "Thanks for that." How scrubbing wood with your nail constituted as 'cleaning up', Kev didn't know but he wasn't going to argue over it right now. At least it was gone and the Judge hadn't gotten his nail stuck in the floor or anything. And of course Judge Fear insisted that he may have been a little forgetful, but that it was natural, as a part of being dead. "I can understand that. I'm alive and time seems to keep slipping away, though its never gotten that bad." Though the Judge did have him there. "Do you always remember that I'm an alien, though?" Sometimes he seemed to forget, or just assume that Kev would always know what it was he was talking about. Tea cozies, for example. "Well, I'd say an organ slipping out of your helm is a surprise. A pretty big one." The alien insisted with a slight shrug before actually thinking it over. Overlooking what he wished to ignore? Kev looked Judge Fear up and down, before shaking his head. "I'm not trying to ignore that you're dead or anything, so I don't think so? You're used to slaughtering whenever you want, so you fall back on that sometimes. I'm used to being physical with people, so I fall back on that. We're both just used to stuff and are still trying to transition and get used to each other, I think." Judge Fear was definitely not used to socializing and being around a living person without immediately killing them after all.

    For a moment, all seemed right with the world. They were having a civil conversation, and Kev had figured out a solution for the tea cozy problem. Judge Fear had wanted a cloth over the tea to keep it warm, and so Kev had placed some cloth over the pot to keep it warm! Absolute genius, huh? Someone didn't agree though...

    Judge Fear wrote:"GET THAT UNSSSIGHTLY PIECE OF WOVEN FILTH OFF THE TEAPOT."

    "Filth?" The alien questioned, brow arched at Judge Fear. It was just a dish towel, it was even a clean one! All at once it settled on the alien that something was wrong though, very wrong, because suddenly the kitchen was far too cold for comfort. Kev backed up against the counter and gripped it tightly, eyes wide at Judge Fear as he took in just what was happening around him. Mist was pumping out from behind Judge Fear, gathering around Kev's feet where eyes blinked up at him and shiny teeth gnashed. Even though the doors and windows were open, the morning sun rising in the sky, the kitchen was incredibly dark. It reminded Kev of that first little visit they had had. The animals seemed to feel it too, if those yelps were any indication, and Kev could only stare at Judge Fear, who suddenly seemed so dangerous. Such a dark figure, yet so bright at the same time, there was a whisper at the back of Kev's mind as well. For a moment he felt like grabbing out a knife, but whatever train of thought was going on was interrupted by the sound of Judge Fear getting closer, his hands coming perilously close to Kev's neck. The alien shrunk back, heart pumping wildly in his torso and air suddenly hard to take in. His eyes scrunched shut...and nothing happened. After a few tense moments the alien opened one eye, and then the next. No more mist, no more eyes and teeth from who knows where and Judge Fear hadn't even moved, though he was deathly still. The sunlight was still trickling in, and the alien's knees suddenly felt kinda weak.

    "Nngh..." Kev leaned against the counter heavily, a hand gripping at the bottom of his rib cage as if that would make his heart pump slower. When Judge Fear began to move again, Kev flinched away from him, eyes on those giant hands that were so close to giving him a throttle. Though the Judge did not move closer, merely informing Kev that they wanted some biscuits with their tea. Of course, some time with Leslie had at least informed him that 'biscuits' meant cookies in England aka fancy talk. Judge Fear began to leave, the alien's unblinking eyes following closely. At his final words the alien laughed. "Ha ha ha! Of course! Poor old tea pot. Silly me!" Only once the Judge had left the kitchen did Kev stop staring at him, and nearly plop himself onto the ground, suddenly very tired and shaky. Whatever had happened, had happened fast. It was definitely strange, but seeing how Kev wasn't exactly the type to have random hallucinations, he knew that must have been a psychic thing. Judge Fear had been...very angry. Could he have died that way, or was it all just mental, like when he was strangled with a chain?

    Kev picked himself up, they still had this tea to take care of after all, and the moment Kev's eyes met the towel covered tea pot, his hand reached out fast to yank the filthy cloth off like a magician performing a table trick. He eyed the towel in his hands before swiftly chucking it out of the window for good measure. He nearly grabbed up the tea tray and carried it out to the living room before remembering the biscuits. That was easy enough, the alien walking to a cabinet and pulling out a carton of tea biscuits. Unsure of how many they'd want, he just grabbed several of them, about ten, and placed them on a plate on the tray. Due to his explosion, the Judge had never really answered what else they wanted on the tea. Shrugging slightly, he placed the milk, a dish of sugar, and some honey on the tray for good measure, as well as the ever important tea pot. There. the tray was ready, and if Judge Fear's disappearance to the living room was any indication, it was time for tea. The tray steady in his hands, the alien absconded to the living room quietly.

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    "Mmm." The robot hummed, casting a thoughtful glance down at Lavender's white wool. "The top layer is coarse and tough, yes. When the wool has been freshly sheared though, the innermost layers seem to be quite soft in comparison. It must be due to exposure to the elements." The sheep did look rather pillow soft from a distance, though once you touched them they proved to be a little tougher. It was also prone to getting stuck on quite a few things as well. "The llama is much softer, though he is a bit...rowdier than the sheep are. Even Glen." Though in this case it was a different kind of rowdy. Llama had no eyes for you Mortis, at least not unless they were cross-eyed and blank.

    Lula's eyes squinted in pleasure as Judge Mortis did as she'd indicated, scratching at a particular itch that had settled on her neck. She leaned into him, almost pressing her entire weight against his hand as he kept scratching. "Yes, an old friend. Are you interested in getting some sheep like these for yourself?" At least, that's what Marvin figured was the reason behind the corpse asking about who had given Kev these sheep. He was unsure if whoever had given them was still around, but if Mortis wanted sheep for his own, that was all up to him and his brother. Soon Lavender was left behind, and Marvin approached the pale blue Bessie, scratching beneath her chin like she liked.

    Mortis' scratching suddenly stopped, something Lula definitely did not want. The ghoul was rather quiet and still, so Lula nudged his hand with her snout, eventually letting out a few insistent 'baa's to get his attention. Soon enough, he looked to her again, though only to move some of the wool on her neck and stare down at her. Her muzzle nudged at his wrist again, another impatient baa. "Hmm...I think collars would be a good idea, yes. I will bring that up with Kev." The robot intoned softly with a nod. His optics swiveled back to the direction of the cottage. "How much longer until the tea is ready, do you think?"


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Wed Nov 26, 2014 8:55 pm

    There was no need to remind Judge Fear of his glaring failure to keep this visitation on a curt, professional note. He couldn't put a gangrenous finger on it, let alone an entire well put together thought, but there was something about Kev that somehow brought out the worst in him... Hmm, the ghoul will have to reflect upon this later, alone and away from the ever-revolting living. For now, however, the Dark Judge was content to rigidly shamble across Kev's living room and linger about its darkest corner. His malignant presence alone blanketed that portion of the living room with an unnatural umbra, not even the sun's cheery rays able to pierce it. There he remained standing upright, a bone-chilling mist pooling about Judge Fear's grotesque feet and steadily dropping the room's temperature down an entire five degrees. Give him an hour; it will be down another ten. Gleaming eyes kept track of Kev's movements the moment the little alien made his way out of the kitchen, though the Dark Judge made no inclination to approach or offer any assistance.

    He merely hissed and said in his usual boisterous voice, "I take my tea very ssseriousssly." Judge Fear took nearly everything very seriously and that should come at no surprise. Though the ghoul may engage in civil discourse and with a deceptively calm tone, he was still judicially required to purge the living wherever they so criminally stood. Kev was no exception to this rule, the alien consistently throwing himself before the lion's den.

    Poor sod.

    "Ssset the tray over there," came the Dark Judge's instructions. Bones cracked and creaked as a broad, green hand came into the light, gnarled index finger pointing to the desired location. "Go on, I will hail the othersss asss you do ssso." No further incident, no haunting specters in the corners of Kev's large eyes. The hand returned to the shadows, where only the hellish glow of Judge Fear's helm remained visible. Mortisss... a sickly whisper wormed its way across the meadow, burrowing its way into his brother's hollow skull. Mortisss, the tea isss ready and you make for much better conversssation than I. Return with the houssse droid but leave the beassst where it belongsss. It isss a lussstful thing, and itsss incessssant bleating isss a sssound I'd rather do without. Along with its colourful imagination, as well...
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Mon Dec 01, 2014 6:24 pm

    Yes, yes, coarse on the outside and soft on the inside. The ghoul merely nodded at Marvin's statement as he continued to scratch the sheep's neck, by now the ewe was practically leaning against his claws, despite how cold they were. Even with his interest in holding back his decaying touch, there was nothing that could be done to remove the lingering chill in his fingertips. Even so, the ghoul was slightly distracted by not only his brother's silence, but also Kev's own interesting reaction to the short, yet intense display that was given earlier. In fact, it appeared he just about toppled over in the kitchen as he left, or so that sudden aura of fatigue and his thudding heart suggested.

    At the mention of the llama, he idly glanced the animal's way to observe its odd behavior. Crossed vision and blank as a board, it was content to simply stand there. The Dark Judge's prior inspection of the black hide that lay beneath the sheep's fleece having been satisfied, he left his claws rest upon the wool between her ears for the time being, giving a gentle pat. "I sssee." He slowly uttered, not exactly sure how the robot meant by "rowdy". He obviously had no interest in his lawful person like Glen had displayed, perhaps it was more of a violent sort of rowdy instead of carnal like the ram. However, while Mortis did enjoy the sheep, to ask to have one for his own was unfeasible. "I am afraid I cannot have one, Marvin. But, if your massster would be ssso kind, I would not mind a few samplesss of wool when they are next sssheared." He noted Lula's frustrated bleating, obviously not content with his period of stillness. As she so stubbornly demanded, the ghoul's talons worked their way back into her fleece once more, giving a good deep scratch all around her neck and back to that one itchy spot that she demanded attention to. "For a persssonal project, you sssee." Mortis rasped.

    A very colorful personal project.

    His brother's familiar resonance emitted itself within the Judge's mind. Apparently the tea was ready for them, along with a slight change of heart regarding the droid. So he wished for the machine to join them for tea? The ghoul did not really see much of a point in bringing it along... Are you certain, brother? I can alwaysss create a sssizeable disstraction with the animalsss. His suggestion leaning particularly upon the lavender ram. The cantankerous creature, should it jump out of its stall and run amok, would keep the droid busy for a long while and leave them to speak of more important matters. Even so, such an event likely would get in the way of tea and Kev would worry should anything happen to dear Glen while he was running about and butting things. Not to mention should the ram get in the house, his brother would throw an even bigger fit than he had over the bloody teapot.

    Perhaps just sending the barn into a bleating fit would suffice far better.

    "The tea ssshould be ready about now." He replied to the robot, giving Lula one last sratch on the neck and under her chin before stepping away from her stall. "Come, let usss return." But not without a little fun of his own. Immediately as he opened the barn doors and stepped out, a ghastly presence wafted its way into the barn, silently drifting through each stall to linger in the occupants senses. Fear, malaise, anxiety, all made itself present as if a predator was lurking just outside the confines of their cozy resting area... heavy, ragged breaths, the wet sound of large fangs being licked in anticipation, claws scraping against the grass and tearing up the soil. Closer and closer still it would appear to arise in the animal's minds, until even the smallest glimpses of shadow through the cracks of the barn slats would appear foreboding.

    Yet the ghoul simply kept the door open as he awaited for Marvin to follow him before he continued his stride towards the house. They certainly could not keep Kev or the tea waiting, could they?

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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by System on Mon Dec 01, 2014 6:24 pm

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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Wed Dec 03, 2014 3:57 am

    Into the living room Kev did wander, stopping for a moment as soon as he entered the threshold. Chills went up and down his spine, hands shivering for a moment before his grip on the tray tightened and he renewed his step. He cast a cautious glance at the ghoul, standing in a dark corner and doing a good job of making the place dark and dreary. Some dark mist seemed to collect around Judge Fear's ankles, Kev giving the mist a wide berth as he made his way to the coffee table to set down the tray.

    Judge Fear wrote:"I take my tea very ssseriousssly."

    The alien made a small noise of irritation, his grip tightening on the tray. The ceramics jostling for a moment, though none of the precious tea spilled. Took his tea seriously? Took his tea seriously?! Indignation rose in the alien, mixing with lingering fear from the episode in the kitchen, which made for a very strange mix of irritation and caution. The alien stared across at Judge Fear, grappling for something to say that wouldn't set off Judge Fear. "Well...please forgive me for not taking the tea as seriously as you. I shall work on doing so, so that we may coexist in harmony. I'm very sorry." Indignation only rose when Judge Fear decided to direct him on where to put the tea.

    'Set the tray over there, Kev. Lure Daemeon over here, Kev. Get me nukes so I can blow up the entire world, Kev. Don't put towels on the teapot, Kev!'. Stiffly, the alien shuffled as directed and placed the tray down gently. Too emotionally exhausted by this point to argue anymore, the alien sighed and slumped into a set on a chair, giving Judge Fear a nod as he indicated that he'd summon Mortis and Marvin. "Alright." He'd hold off fixing his cup til the two of them came back.

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    Cold fingers felt particularly good on an itch, though the cold fingers carried a touch of something not entirely natural with them. Still, sheep were not the cleverest of animals, and so Lula was not fussed one bit. As long as her itch was scratched and she was getting affection, she was content. Mortis declined owning a sheep, his reasons were his own. Marvin was a curious robot, but also a private one. "I do not think he would mind giving you some samples of wool. Do you have a preference on the color?" People sometimes had a preference, if only because they usually wanted their wool for a specific winter clothing. Kev was similarly picky when picking what wool to knit with. Mortis' admission that it was for a personal project earned him a curious tilt of the hem, but again, the robot would not pry. It was likely related to clothes. Wool had no other uses beyond such, as far as he knew.

    Alas, as intoxicating as those talons were, they had to come to an end. Lula and Bessie were given some parting affection, Lula only giving a insistent baa before she settled into the corner of her stall and let Mortis leave. "Alright." Whether the tea was ready or not, he did not mind returning inside. Behind Mortis Marvin followed, though the peace of the barn was disrupted when the door of the barn was opened. A panicked feeling began to grow in the animals, as their instincts told them that something dangerous was coming, something that intended to eat them. Right outside the barn! It was coming! The sheep all let out their own frightened baas, each retreating to a corner of their pen and almost trampling over each other in the process. Chester and Llama, being the intended guard animals, were both set on edge. Chester's large hons clanged loudly against the door of his pen as he tried to force his way through, intent to chase off the predator. Llama stamped his feet in place and shuffled around, making a very odd noise. The robot turned and balked at the animals, not understanding what was wrong. The robot turned his helm briefly towards the Judge before approaching the nearest animal, Lavender, and setting to work to calm her down. "You go ahead inside, I'll take care of the animals." What could have gotten into them? The robot shuffled closer to the pen and stroked Lavender's snout, whispering comfortingly to her. With the barn door still open, a shaggy sheep dog made her way inside the barn, sparing a few cautious sniffs of Mortis before plodding into the barn and sniffing around, drawn apparently by the noises of sheep distress.

    Inside the cottage, the ruckus the animals were making wasn't ignored. It was rather hard to ignore, actually. The alien leaned up out of his seat, blinking at the window. "What's wrong with the animals?" They didn't sound like they were being attacked, or like they were fighting. They sounded...frightened? "Maybe they're reacting like the indoor animals did to you guys, initially?" Surely if they were in danger, Marvin would have come to get them.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Wed Dec 03, 2014 6:26 pm

    Kev's negativity was just divine...

    His anger, his doubts, his fears; was there anything more sweet in all the universe? Well, aside from his justified death, of course. Alas, alas. Ghostly eyes remained plastered upon the alien's every movement, Judge Fear not wishing to entertain additional displays of disrespect against his favourite beverage. "You are forgiven," he hissed. Seemingly exhausted, Kev took his seat and proved himself to be quite complacent. Very, very good. Disobedience, along with outright rebellion, was something the Dark Judge punished with extreme prejudice. How fortunate that the alien grew wise, though... he was probably yearning for an apology.

    Feh. Judge Fear glanced to the barn and shoved such unpleasant thoughts aside, instead listening to his brother's reluctance in admitting the house droid back into the cottage. Very well, he rasped, I do not object. Marvin was far too curious for his own good, making his own naivety a prime target for a distraction.

    A sudden commotion came from Kev's animals, Judge Mortis' subtle instigating successful.

    Kev, however, showed concern.

    "They are riled, yesss. My brother'sss presssence hasss that effect on other living organisssmsss," Judge Fear smoothly replied. A half-truth with a bit of a twist, but still perfectly judicial. "Judge Mortisss isss on hisss way. It will not be long before he arrivesss. Asss in accordance with proper tea etiquette, you are to pour the cupsss. Your houssse, your teapot, your sssole honour. The ressst we ssshall do ourssselvesss." Aren't you thrilled that he generously explained this now, before you had inadvertently made yet another mistake, Kev? What a good pal.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:44 am

    That was all he needed to hear from Fear, as he quickly set to work on his own ministrations. Apologies, Lula, he truly did enjoy giving your fluffy neck a good scratch.

    Indeed, what colors would the Dark Judge be interested in? Having looked over the different sheep in the barn, he decided upon the wool of his choice. "I would not mind sssome wool from the ram, along with deep blue sssampless esspecially. Otherwissse, I would not mind sssome wool from all of them." What sort of project would require so many colors? Only the ghoul knew. Much like how he only knew why the animals had suddenly raised quite a ruckus. "How odd, I wonder what had gotten into them." He rasped innocently, reaching a claw to scratch thoughtfully upon his chin as he turned to look at all the commotion. Sheep were bleating and running about their pens, the llama looked on guard as its head swayed about to look to the front door of the barn.

    Even one of the dogs came trotting in from the field, undoubtedly drawn by the noise. Since the ghoul held very little understanding of animals, their kind no longer existing upon their home world and those that were at their farm having been used for experimentation, he merely stood awkwardly in the doorway. It was only when Marvin addressed him again did he stir from his observation of the frantic beasts, nodding in agreement. "Very well, I ssshall sssee you after then." He hissed, turning and moving back to the cottage once more, his long lanky legs carrying him over the lush grass. Although it did not stay lush for long, for the ghoul tended to leave a rotten trail of dried, dead foliage in his wake. Not that he seemed to notice, as he swiftly arrived at the front door of Kev's cottage and grasped the knob, turning it with a click and pushing it open. The first thing his brother and Kev would see would be the skeletal grin upon his bony snout as he leaned in, mindful of the low ceiling. "I heard the tea isss ready." He rasped pleasantly.

    Apparently not all held the same sentiments.

    "I take it there were sssome complicationsss?" His bass gravel commented, stepping through the door fully before he released the knob, which looked like a small bauble in his massive palms. Politely his tail swayed and gently closed the entrance behind him, he made his way into the living room to join his brother... Who had vouched for standing in the corner instead of taking a seat. "Ah, no matter, ssso long ass the tea isss good." He added soon after, all too knowing of what complications had transpired since his departure for the barn. Not to mention it was obvious that Kev noticed the distraction with the animals. Since Fear had explained while Mortis was on his way to the cottage, the undead Judge saw little reason to say anything further on the matter, unless he asked of course.

    Striding over to the couch, Mortis took his seat as he had done before, curling his tail upon his lap so as to not disturb the cushions. However instead of taking the middle seat like before, he decided to take the one that was next to the armrest. "Brother, why not join me on the sssofa?" He offered, giving the open seat next to him a small pat. There would be no more streaming of a certain ram's lustful thoughts, he promised.
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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Kev on Fri Dec 05, 2014 4:17 am

    Oh, what a gracious friend, forgiving him for his epic slight. Oh woe upon woes, if Judge Fear were to keep his grudge about the towel. To forgive such an act, Judge Fear was a saint of patience. "Thank you, Judge Fear." He responded with a measured, clipped tone, content to just sit in the chair and wait for Judge Mortis and Marvin to come back. At least Judge Mortis seemed to have a better attitude...maybe his presence would put Judge Fear in a better mood too! Kev's head swiveled away from the window and back to Judge Fear, so their presence definitely put animals on edge. People as well, most of the time. Just something about them just put sentient, living creatures on edge! Unless your name was Kev, apparently. So Judge Mortis was on his way back then? That was good.

    "What about Marvin?" Maybe he was staying to get the animals under control, but could he do that alone? The robot helped with the animals here and there, sure, he was a big help. But he'd never had a barn full of panicked animals like this before. Was he going to be okay? Though his thoughts of concern came to an idle as Judge Fear helpfully instructed that Kev was the one who would be pouring the tea for them. Granted, Kev usually poured the tea for his guests anyway, but he didn't realize that it was an actual, expected thing. Judge Fear's 'helpful' tone kinda soured it for him, along with his own mixed mood, but he didn't want a fight right now. Or a repeat of what happened in the kitchen, so he nodded his head. "Alright. I brought some honey, sugar, and milk. You never really told me what you wanted with the tea so I went with the basics."

    Kev's head turned back to the door as Judge Mortis ducked his head in, the Judge's pleasant tone definitely welcome considering that Judge Fear was still lingering in a dark corner. "Yeah, its ready!" Already feeling in some better spirits, he stood up, scooping the tea pot in his hands and gently pouring the tea into the three cups, seeing as Marvin couldn't join them in drinking it. "Is Marvin alright out there?" Though the alien's pouring paused as Judge Mortis commented on some 'complications'. Was he talking about the animals in the barn, or the kitchen outburst? Sparing a slight glance at Judge Fear, Kev decided not to bet his money on either one. "Ah, that's just how things are. Complication here, complication there, the important thing is that no one got hurt." There, that was vague enough that it could apply to either one. With the tea poured, Kev grabbed up the honey and squirted it into his tea cup, stirring the syrupy mixture until it dissipated, glancing at the seated Mortis and the still standing Judge Fear. "Do I bring you the cups too?" He asked, not sounding too enthused about it. Mortis was one thing, but entering the shadowy corner of Judge Fear...mmm he would rather not. Mortis offered for Fear to join him though, even patting the couch like an inviting bloke. "Your brother is so nice, Judge Fear." Kev commented pleasantly,nursing his own cup closely. Anything to get him out of the corner.


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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Fear on Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:09 pm

    "You are welcome, Kev." Sarcasm was at times lost upon the undead. And as for Marvin, well...

    The Dark Judge idly shrugged, his many chains and burdensome weapons giving off a melodious jingle. "The houssse droid will be fine," Judge Fear reassured. He had been doing a lot of that, lately. It was rather... unbecoming. Or so was his judicial opinion. "If the animalsss are indeed ressstlessss and needing of a sssoothing presssence, it isss bessst if it ssstaysss there. The houssse droid cannot readily consssume tea, besssidesss." All very logical, calmly-spoken answers. Whatever it took to have Kev off their case. Fortunately the subject changed to what the alien had brought to complement the beverage, though the ghoul would be having his plain. "How very consssiderate of you," he rasped. The only proper way to drink one's tea was to have it bitter and unpolluted with unnecessary additives, but to each their own.

    Judge Mortis wrote:"I heard the tea isss ready."

    Ah, and there his grinning brother was... Fashionably late and already poking his bony snout into things. Judge Fear idly went - "Eh..." - and merely left it at that. What was he supposed to say, that he almost killed Kev because the bloody nitwit thought to disrespect the age-old tradition of teatime? It would just get him scolded, like some first year cadet...

    The refreshing sound of tea being poured was more than enough to calm the Dark Judge's thoughts, his grotesque fingers curling. It went without saying that neither of the undead fiends could truly enjoy a good cuppa. They simply went through the motions, to recall fond memories, if one will. And, if Judge Fear had to be perfectly honest, he could no longer remember the exact taste of a decent brew. A faint remnant, perhaps. Just another thing to be sacrificed in order to carry out the good work. There were a lot of negatives to this choice that none of them had rightfully considered... Ghostly eyes looked away as Kev ruined it with squirts of honey. At times the living could be most... ungrateful of what they had. "You do not bring usss the cupsss," he replied to the alien, tone bland. Upon hearing the comment about his brother, however...

    A sickly ripple pulsed throughout the room, Judge Fear finding Kev's words to be insulting.

    "Judge Mortisss isss more accusssstomed to dealing with sssinnersss than I," he remarked, barely keeping his voice above a thundering growl. But as for him being nicer? That was certainly a riot. When will the living learn that out of all the brothers, including the ever-charming Judge Death, it was Judge Mortis that excelled in undercover operations? Him being "nice" was the equivalent of him weaseling his spirit into an unripened host and decaying it from the inside-out. Now, then. What's this about taking a seat on the sofa?

    The Dark Judge glanced at it balefully. "Apologiesss, brother," he hissed, ire lessening. It was Judge Mortis whom he was speaking with, after all. "But, I cannot sssit with you and drink tea sssimultaneousssly. My condition will not allow for it." You know the one, brother.

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    Re: What Are Friends For?

    Post by Mortis on Tue Dec 09, 2014 2:20 am

    "Yesss, he asssured that he could calm the animalsss before I came over here." Mortis added alongside his brother, giving a small nod of his bony head. While reassurance was unbecoming of their lawful beings, they needed to remain welcoming if they wished the alien to feel... Ugh, comfortable around them. So long as Marvin was kept at bay for a while, the Dark Judges were one removed of any being that was too inquisitive for their own good. There was nothing more awkward than sitting and drinking tea with a droid staring blankly at you while doing so. "Ssshould Marvin misss anything, certainly you could fill him in once we are finissshed." He offered, leaning back on the couch cushions as as he crossed one leg over the other.

    Like a gent.

    Soon after, Kev went to fetch the condiments for the tea. Sugar, honey, milk... The ghoul's eyes roved over towards the viscous, golden additive thoughtfully. Hm, perhaps if his cuppa was a little too strong he would add some. Not too much though. "Thisss will do, Kev." He rasped approvingly, watching as the alien went on to pout the tea next. However, it seemed not all were fine with the arrangements. Kev on the other hand apparently was beginning to grow agitated with the concept of British Tea, or maybe the methods in how Fear had taught him. Of course Kev did not need to bring the cups, that was downright silly. A point that his brother was quick to note.

    Things only took a turn for the worse as the alien went on to compliment Judge Mortis' politeness. The ripple that emanated across the living room even caused his own talons to curl, both on his hands and toes. "Y-yesss, my dutiesss require extensssive time among the living depending on my ordersss. I have learned certain preferred... behaviorssss." He hesitantly agreed, keeping a socket on Fear as he took his cup of tea, with saucer gently held in his other hand as he raised it to his jaws.

    Sssip...

    Ah, yes, the condition. Mortis lowered the cup from his mouth, looking over to Fear. "Ah, ssslipped my mind. Apologiesss, brother." He hissed, reaching to take the honey bear from the tea tray to put a few modest dollops into his tea. Such an odd design, he thought as he added the sweet golden fluid to his drink. A few small squirts, and the bear was placed back on the tray. Now then, to taste...

    "Mmmh," He rumbled pleasantly. Just right.

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