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    Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Fear on Mon Jan 05, 2015 2:43 am

    Time: Mid-Evening
    Date: July 29th, 0005



    You ever get that feel? You know the one.

    The one where you wake up, get out of bed, and already know - right down to your very core - that today is going to be a bad day. That today, for whatever reason, is going to take your last week's worth of fun, of happiness, of generally everything that had made it such a great week... and end it on sour, rotten note. Well, Kev, today was your day to pay the universe its dues. Karma was fickle that way. Do you reckon it was something you had done?

    Across the verdant meadows glided a shadow - an abyssal shroud that had rebelled against its mother, the night sky so heavenly seen above, and plagued the world of mortals. It zipped between tree and stone alike, darting with such gusto that one could reasonably wonder if Gabriel had blown his trumpet.

    Either way, it was coming.

    Animals, be they prey or predator, quickly picked up their sensitive heads and fled. They knew better than to trifle with such malevolent entities; though one could not say the same for a certain alien... Where the shadow zoomed by, flowers wilted. Where the shadow tore through the luscious grass, it browned. Woe be to the family of field mice that had not been quick enough, their tiny souls ripped from their bodies and left to cry out into the youthful night - unsung and unheard. At least the owls beginning to rouse in their burrows will make use of their lukewarm corpses. Another's loss and another's benefit, life the ultimate gamble.

    This was no mere stroke of ill fortune, however. Nor was it a banal pox sent upon the land to feast upon its vibrant energies and leave it barren. With this shadow carried an intent - a purpose. And upon arriving to a quaint little cottage out in the heartlands, smelling heavy of flowers in full bloom and freshly cut fields, its mission had become emblazoned with vigour.

    It quietly collected itself into an inky, opaque pool before the cottage's old wooden door and slithered beneath its splintered cracks. After all, how do you deny a shadow entrance where light so happily tread?

    Once within the cozy establishment and free to disperse, the sinister intruder clung to the darkest corners and begun its move...

    A chill permeated the cottage as if death itself had just arrived for an unannounced visit.
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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:15 am

    Alright. So the past few days had been confusing and scary, no big deal. People had just up and disappeared, people who really shouldn't have disappeared and yet had. People that Kev cared for who were now nowhere to be seen and gone like dust in the wind. Tally, who had left behind a confused and sad Ttone in her wake, Sonia had also gone, there was no sign of Judge Fear nor his brother, Livewire had also disappeared, topping it all off with Zurg and Nym. To say that the alien was anxious about the disappearances would be an understatement. No sign, no letter, no anything. Just another handful of people he cared for, gone. They were scattered around so much too that it couldn't have been some sort of isolated incident. Nym lived out here in the cottage, nearly everyone else in the city, and the Judges...probably the graveyard. This wasn't a house disappearing, this was people sprinkled around just leaving! All around the same time!

    And the people left behind...Skyler, Jo and Lawrence were bad enough, but then there was the encounter in the Sanctuary. Kev was glad that Ttone had been picked up by Rasa and taken somewhere to be looked after, but the fact that she had been abandoned yet again? As well, it was Sonia who had come with Kev to check on Ttone in that mansion only to find her alone. Sonia, who had also disappeared and left Ttone and himself behind. Zurg and Livewire were among some of his oldest friends. Nym...was his son. A week had gone by since the disappearances, work had been pretty nerve-wracking with all of this buzzing around in the back of his head, so when the alien had come back home from work, he'd flopped into his bed and scarcely moved, except to move the covers around.

    And so the one to discover the visitor was the robot named Marvin. Kev's behavior was worrying, on top with the disappearances that Kev had told him about, though the robot didn't really know what to do, other than offer words of comfort. That there was a reason for their disappearing, and to bring him some tea or juice when he thought the alien was getting thirsty. Unaffected by the sudden cold in the room, Marvin may have walked past the living room entirely if it weren't for a strange black splotch that the robot caught in the side-view of his optics. Lurking over in the corner, it looked to him like...mud? The robot lumbered over, head bobbing and tilting to get a good look at the dark puddle before eventually giving it a poke to determine if it was really mud--only for the mud to actually react! The black thing seemed to move away from his touch, the robot's back stiffening as he righted himself. "Kev...I know you are not feeling well, but there is a black ink pile down here and it moves." The robot called up. There was a pregnant pause before the alien's telepathic voice responded.

    "Ink pile? What do you mean?"

    "I mean that there is a pile of ink in the corner and it moves like something slimy and...mm, it just has a bad vibe about it, Kev. Should I try to destroy it?" He wasn't entirely sure how he'd destroy a sentient ink pile, perhaps pour some kitty litter to absorb it?

    The floors above gave a slight creak as the alien moved around. "No, no, let me come down there and see what this ink pile is." With a slight nod, Marvin took a step away from the pile, and Kev plodded down the stairs, giving a confused blink as he stepped on the last step and spotted the inky blackness in the corner as Marvin had said. "Huh...you weren't kidding." Though now there was some worry. Was the cottage possessed? That would just be the spicy cherry on the top of this week sundae of greatness.


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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Fear on Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:10 am

    Sss...! It was that crummy house droid, Marvin!

    It gives off a bad vibe, said Marvin.
    Should I destroy it? asked Marvin.

    As if to spite the curious automaton and wishing to make a right pill of itself, the animated goop hastily slithered right between his legs. To make matters even worse, it ran itself all over Kev's couch and left little greyish drench marks on the fabric. Hope the alien had some mighty powerful pet cleaner lying around. Oh, and speaking of the cottage's scaly owner... Upon hearing Kev's telepathic voice (as obnoxious as it was), the inky blot zoomed through the living room and began to menacingly swirl around the kitchen tiling. Lights flickered and the outside animals began to frantically cry out, a certain chill seeping through the walls... Three, two -

    SPLURK!

    Ah, just forgo the bloody countdown.

    "Good evening, Kev!" Guess who~? No more eerie puddle of shadow making a mess of things, no more need to phone an exorcist and get everyone upset. In the kitchen now stood a foreboding Judge Fear, the air smelling heavily of rot and inexplicably thick with malaise. Ah, how some things never change... He looked around the alien's kitchen and again thundered, "Mm, I detect quite an acceptable level of hopelessssnessss and sssorrow. Did sssomeone die? That would be a pleassssant sssurprissse." Incredibly tactful, this Dark Judge. Even better, he would be positively delighted if someone were murdered right at this very spot! Got him giddy just thinking about it. Though... you reckon he realized that it was terribly rude to invite himself into someone's home without their knowledge or permission? No, most likely not. The law goes wherever the law pleases. That ought to be a good enough answer, should Kev feel the need for clarification.
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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Kev on Mon Jan 12, 2015 11:36 pm

    Suddenly, the splotch darted like a fleeing creature! Between his sturdy legs, it scurried, the robot placing both palms on the ground and peeking through his legs to get a better look at where the inky black mess was fleeing to. Only to see it skittering about on the couch, leaving a mess like an untrained animal! Marvin's optics narrowed in displeasure as he righted himself and approached the couch, fully intent on erasing this bothersome ink stain. Before Marvin's hands could reach down to try and get rid of it though, the ink once again zipped away, this time into the kitchen. "Hngh...where's some spot remover when you need it..."

    Kev gave a look of distaste at the stains on the couch. Ugh, that was going to be a pain to clean up...what even was this thing?! The alien peeked his head around the edge of the kitchen entrance, Marvin's head peeking around with Kev as well, the two observing the strange blot swirling in the center of the room, as though it were going down a drain. Lights flickered dangerously, the animals outside let out little noises of discontentment and alarm, and the cottage was suddenly several degrees colder. Marvin regarded the changes with a wary and annoyed optic, while Kev couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu. Could it be...?

    Spoiler Alert: It Could wrote:"Good evening, Kev!"

    "Fear!" The alien walked into the kitchen now, eyes wide. The Judge and his brother had been among those who had up and disappeared in the past week. If he was here now, could everyone else be too?! The Judge's aura was definitely something he still needed to get used to, the alien wisely keeping his distance, though he was no less relieved to see Judge Fear again. Marvin, less so.

    "Mm." The robot's light blue optics roamed Judge Fear's figure, taking in every chain, every rotten body part, every weapon on his person. What a totally not suspicious character. "Should I do something about this...person?" Marvin whispered, leaning towards Kev. The alien shook his head, eyes still on Judge Fear. How strange. Marvin's displeasure only heightened at the Judge's blunt line of questioning. Did someone die?! "I don't think it's any of your business." Neither Kev's emotional level, nor the idea of someone dying. The very fact that Judge Fear dared to bring up such a possibility in light of Nym's absence made Marvin's cicuits boil.

    Kev glanced between the two uncomfortably, ready to mediate in case either tried to do anything rash. "M-marvin, maybe you should go outside and check on the animals. Alright?" The robot gave the two a heavy stare before nodding and leaving without another word, the only sound to announce his leave outside were his heavy footsteps and the sound of a door closing. Just the two of them, Kev looked back to the Judge. "I-I don't know if anyone died or anything, but a lot of people disappeared...like you and your brother. Were you two just...busy?" It wasn't entirely unheard of that the two Judges had just left to go about their own business.


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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Fear on Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:25 pm

    "I don't think it's any of your business."

    Ooh, all these flavours and you choose to be salty...

    Judge Fear blew an antagonistic - mwah~! - kiss the house droid's direction and wasted no expense to get underneath its metallic shell. "I missssed you too, Marvin," he obnoxiously cooed. Alright, that's enough filling into Judge Death's charming boots. Kev had enough sense in that melon of his (pleasantly new) to send the meddlesome automaton off, leaving the adults to better discuss adult things. Didn't you have a stall to muck, Marvin~?

    "Oh we were busssy, alright." For an entire week - a whole seven days - both he and his dutiful brother, Judge Mortis, had tirelessly fought against the tide of sin. The overwhelming currents of pride and apathy! And do you honestly think that either of them had anything to show for it? No. The Dark Judge had every right to still be irritated, the extremities of his psychic boundaries frayed after having suffered such a meaningless ordeal. Careful, Kev. Though the ghoul had been one to humour your insolent existence thus far, tread lightly. You don't want a repeat of the tea cozy incident, do you? There was a particular reason why Judge Fear had chosen the kitchen to have their little conversation. Felt oh so familiar and brought warm fuzzies to his virtuous soul. "We were bloody abducted from thisss plane and whisssked off to another," he continued, distaste evident in his tone. "It wasss all a ssspot of madnesss, sssee... In one moment were here, on Portal Breach and eager to go our jussst work, and in the next, gone! Like sssome inter-dimensssional fiend had thought to make playthingsss out of faithful ssservantsss of the law, pitting the righteousss againssst the wicked many. Never you mind that my brother and I had managed to come out of it largely intact."

    Alas, no doubt Kev would be thrilled know that everyone returned as safely as the Dark Judges had. Bet it filled his sinful heart with disgusting glee, the bungling philanthropist. Oh, but about that... Judge Fear recalled something, the sole reason as to why he had bothered journeying up here in the first place, and soon rotten fingers were laced together. "Right, ssso..." Off to a great start! He cleared his arid throat and decided to lay it on hard in true friendship fashion. "Don't know how elssse to tell you thisss, mate, but... Nym died. He went - " The ghoul slapped the palms of his hands together, clearly lacking his brother's tact. " - sssplat, like a pancake." Along with Judge Mortis' elegant usage of the English language...

    So much for being an empath, right?

    "That'sss pretty much what I wanted to tell you. Okay, bye." No doubt the alien wished to grieve the death of his furry "son", so why linger? Judge Fear politely excused himself and was already heading for the cottage door. Short and sweet, like death itself. Well, mostly... Can't say the same for those traveling tourists down by the local dual carriageway, ha ha!
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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:53 pm

    Mmmngh, in case there was any doubts that the leather-clad, mantrap shouldered corpse sitting here in his kitchen may not be Judge Fear, he proved himself to be the one and the same by antagonizing Marvin. Kev mustered up a faint look, one carrying with it the implication that Judge Fear should 'be nice', but otherwise the alien was silent. Right about now, it was about all he could bring himself to do in terms of trying to smooth things out. The last thing he wanted right now was for a fight to break out in the middle of his kitchen, and thankfully it seems one would not happen. Marvin left, leaving Kev and Fear alone. The alien looked up at the corpse lethargically as he confirmed that they had been busy, though his tone was very irate. Obviously, whatever they had been busy with was something they had not enjoyed. Though Kev certainly did not expect that they had been taken to another plane of existence.

    "What...?" The alien's eyes widened, body language no longer so limp as he paid attention to what Judge Fear was saying. Due to his own experiences on the Breach, the possibility that Fear could be lying never even crossed his mind. Sure, the idea that one had simply been kidnapped to another plane was...well, not the most normal, but on the Breach? It was, at the very least, probable. Judge Fear and Judge Mortis had been kidnapped, pitted against the wicked many. "S-so no one left, then? They were just all kidnapped like you and you brother?" The alien asked, hope building up. Ttone had not been abandoned, and neither had Jo, Skyler, or even himself! Why, if Judge Fear was just now coming back, that meant everyone else was too! Relief spread through his body like warm sunlight, no one had deserted anyone. They had merely been kidnapped against their will. Who could blame anyone for that? Now, the matter of who had kidnapped them was still up in the air, but the important thing was that everyone would be coming back home--

    Judge Fear wrote:"Right, ssso..."

    Kev's eyes flickered back up to the Judge's helm, Fear suddenly seeming very awkward and out of sorts. "So?" What got into him, all of a sudden?

    Judge Fear wrote:"Don't know how elssse to tell you thisss, mate, but... Nym died. He went -- sssplat, like a pancake."

    Kev's pupils shrank as Fear's words sank in, dread building up in his chest. Nym...died. Nym...Nym had died. He'd been flattened like a pancake! Forget that, he was kidnapped in the first place when he was still living with Kev, his father, who was supposed to protect him. And now he had died. "No..." Did Zurg know? Did Aya? How was he supposed to tell them? And most importantly, was Nym going to return? They never exactly found out where Nym had come from...he was just an egg that had appeared in the Sanctuary. They could not ignore the possibility that he may have been laid within the Breach. If he was technically born in the Breach, and had died...well...it'd be like Rhys all over again. A numbness seemed to grip the alien as he tried to wade through this, trying to understand.

    Judge Fear wrote:"That'sss pretty much what I wanted to tell you. Okay, bye."

    For a moment, the Kryptonistanian stared after Fear's retreating form. Judge Fear hadn't really just dropped this news on him, only to now leave, right? Judge Fear's fleeing body said otherwise, and in an instant, the alien was hot on his heels. "Wait!" He reached out and grabbed onto an arm, both of his own arms snaking around as he dug his heels into the floor. "You can't go! Not yet, please! J-just tell me who killed him! And why?!" Logic dictated that obviously, Nym had merely fallen in battle with whatever foes they had faced during their week long adventure. Logic had no place here right now, however. Kev's chest felt heavy, and hard, as if something terrible and heavy had sat upon his chest. He clung onto Judge Fear, trying to keep it together. "Please...please tell me he didn't suffer." The digimon was practically an adult, but he still seemed so young.


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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 16, 2015 7:46 pm

    Ugh, must the alien radiate his hope like a beacon...? It was highly inconsiderate.

    True to classic form, the Dark Judge quietly hissed and raised both of his gangly arms to perhaps shield himself from Kev's revolting happiness. Like a cloaked vampire expressing their abhorrence at the rising sun. "Sss... Abducted, yesss," Judge Fear repeated dully. Wasn't that what he had just said?

    As swiftly as the alien had lapsed into a bout of unspoken jubilation, so too did he quickly plummet into a heart-sinking panic. Good! The ghoul fed upon this eagerly, rather delighted with the fact that he was leaving Kev on such a bittersweet note. Well, would have... It just so happened that Kev got it into that thick skull of his to run after the Dark Judge's trailing cape and do something incredibly foolish. Unsurprising, really. Two noodly arms wrapped themselves around Judge Fear's and the ghoul found himself impeded. Suffice to say, he was not a happy camper. "You dare!?" snarled the undead fiend, whirling around with a sharp metallic crack of his many chains. A monstrous hand lashed out with uncharacteristic speed and force, gangrenous fingers snaking themselves around Kev's scrawny little neck. Frigid to the touch, the alien was effortlessly lifted off the ground and left to dangle several feet above it. "Asssault of a Judge isss punissshable by death! I hereby deem you - " Wait, wait. Getting a little eager, weren't we?

    It took a moment, maybe two, but eventually Judge Fear remembered the poor soul he was currently squeezing the life out of. "Kev," he hissed slowly, voice just beneath a rumbling growl, "kindly keep thossse life-infesssted mittsss to yourssself. Your heart will be sssure to thank you." Next time, patience, next time. The alien was released without much ceremony and left to gravity's whims. Who killed Nym? Judge Fear ceased wiping his forearm, perhaps because he felt that it had now become infected with Kev's taint, and sent the alien a disinterested stare. Not that Kev would know, of course. "I hardly find that to be of any lasssting importance," rasped an indifferent Dark Judge.

    What did Kev care who killed the pup? It wasn't as if the alien could do anything about it, information or not.

    "Sssuffer..." If that helmet could twist into a grimace and spit, it would have just then. "Nym wasss granted releassse - peace! It wasss we who sssuffered!" But no one stopped to think about that, now, did they? "The pup died a meaninglesss death," Judge Fear grumbled sourly. "It wasss pointlessss and unnecesssary, along with everything elssse that had happened during the week. He will return, Kev. Calm yourssself and get it together." The alien will just have to take his "friend's" word for it, because Judge Fear was no longer in the mood to divulge trivialities. He did, however, throw Kev a bone. "Nym wasss ssspared the worssst of it and he got out while the going wasss good. You will sssee him again after ssseven daysss." A rather meager bone...

    There - now would the alien be satisfied, his questions sufficiently answered? The Dark Judge still had errands to run! "Will that be all, Kev? May I pleassse go, Kev?" Unless the alien had a severe death wish (hopeful thinking), there could only be one possible answer.

    YES!
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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Kev on Tue Jan 20, 2015 11:58 pm

    Judge Fear's evasive reaction to Kev's brightening mood did not go unnoticed. It was kinda hard to ignore the sight of someone hissing and using their arms as a shield like that...the alien quirked a brow, but said nothing. They had more important matters to discuss...namely the abduction of several people and Nym's unfortunate death. In hindsight, grabbing onto Judge Fear the way he had was a very idiotic thing to do. Ignoring the part where Judge Fear and Kev had still rather new friendship, the Judge was a genocidal ghoul who was going to drop a nuke on the Breach. Not exactly the most nurturing of people...in his grief, the alien had forgotten that and clung onto the only person around for comfort. Needless to say, he got quite the reminder when the Judge whipped around, metal chains clacking dangerously. Sharp fingers wrapped their way around his throat and wrenched him off, dangling him in the air. The alien's legs kicked weakly, both hands grasping at the large hand around his neck.

    "Ah-! Fear!"' His eyes squeezed shut at the vehement declaration, though not even when Fear had paused himself did he open his eyes again. They only opened when he heard his name, shaking slightly as he stared back at the metal helm. "I-I'm sorry..." Lesson learned; do not grab at Judge Fear like that, particularly when he was in the middle of leaving. The hand around his neck disappeared, Kev's body suddenly dropping back down to the ground. As soon as his feet made contact with the floor, he bent his knees, catching himself. Though after a few moments he crumpled to his knees, one hand idly reaching for his own throat. Kev kept his gaze to the ground, even as Fear insisted that he saw no important in divulging who Nym had been killed by. Kev found that to be rather important, actually. Whoever had killed his son...squashed him like a pancake, deserved to be killed in turn! Of course, perhaps they had already died...

    Fear's passionate words only made the alien flinch. Release...he knew how Fear saw death. A release, a reprieve from suffering. Kev could understand that viewpoint. Death may have been an end, but all things must end sometime. Living forever meant a life of eternal suffering, and he wanted no part in that. All things must end, he understood all of this. But Nym shouldn't have ended yet. Nym was still so young, so innocent. Nym had been stolen out from under Kev's hands and killed. Had he been in a better mood, the alien would have caught that Fear had been upset by whatever had transpired over that week, another reason why trying to grab onto him had been a bad idea, and likely would have questioned him on the matter. Later, he would. But for now he remained quiet as Fear spoke. Get it together, he said. Nym was spared the worst of it. You will see him again, he assured. Will that be all?

    Despite the bone he had been tossed, the alien found the hope he'd found before suddenly missing. The news that people had been merely abducted had been a nice bright light for the past week, one doused with the news of Nym's death. The emotions were still too vivid for him to just shrug aside, though Kev straightened his pose and raised his eyes to look up at the tall figure. Emotions were compressed and shoved away, if only for the moment. "That's all." The scaly alien responded in a dull tone. "You can go now." Seven days...maybe they would go by fast.


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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Fear on Wed Jan 21, 2015 8:42 am

    ...Sorry? Ugh, such a disgusting word.

    Sorry didn't excuse one's mistakes, nor did it absolve a criminal's wrongdoing. A meaningless, ineffective word!

    Back to the present, where a certain alien was chafing the law's immortal hide, it appeared that a stroke of logic had wormed its way into Kev's dense skull. Mm, such despairing emptiness... Perhaps the sinner had just come to terms with his mortal limitations, powerless in the grander schemes that be? Good, good... He would then understand that it wasn't important who killed Nym, for the pup had already joined the countless ranks of the deceased and his slayer had been put to the fires of a judicial cleanse. Everything had already been handled; leave the universe to sort the rest.

    "That's all. You can go now."

    Ah, such a despondent tone... If this were any other time, where the Dark Judge had no other tasks to fulfill, he would have happily encouraged Kev's dwindling mental state. This was not the time, however. Gangrenous fingers curled and the ghoul left the alien where he stood, numb and confused. "Farewell, Kev. Til next we meet." And they were destined to cross paths again, that much was certain.

    There was the resounding shut of the cottage's front door and warmth once again surrounded Kev. No comfort, no outlet for his mourning, just... an icy, unfeeling delivery of news most unfortunate. A great choice in friends, yes? But while the alien may wish to crumple upon the living room floor and quietly sob to himself, the realization of Nym's untimely death at last sinking in, don't - not yet, anyway. No sooner had the Dark Judge left the establishment, everything wrong and sick with the world leaving him, there was a new visitor at the alien's doorstep. Furious - BAM, BAM, BAM! - pounding rattled the old wood, damn near forceful enough to completely throw the entire thing off its hinges if it kept up. Was it the Dark Judge again, thinking to make a further nuisance of himself? Had he changed his mind and returned to offer Kev salvation through death?

    When the alien opened his door to discover the answer to this mystery... He would find that it was none other than a dog patiently waiting on his porch; it would be silly to think that it had made such an ungodly racket, though.

    Silky was his coat, as black as the night sky and as beautiful as a sheet of quality velvet. It was a large brute of a dog, with pointed ears and a strong snout, chest and limbs lean and of good stock. Though terrifying in appearance and with ancient memories riled by the hunt, a kind demeanour gleamed within its keen eyes. All it took was one stare at Kev and the dog immediately developed a liking for the alien. "Woof!" it happily barked, panting. An admittedly frightening bark, deep and startling... but, the dog made no move to lunge at Kev's throat and rip it out.

    A great start!

    Where did it come from, however...?

    Should the alien peek out into the wilderness, twilight on the cusp of transitioning into night, he would spy no one. No one, save for the distant rattling of chains and the squeal of an automobile's tires.



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    Re: Don't Shoot the Messenger

    Post by Kev on Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:59 pm

    Though Judge Fear had asked for permission before leaving, Kev knew that he wasn't really asking for permission. That implied that, had the answer been no, he would have stayed and they would have had tea or something. Kev knew that if he had said no, it was likely that those hands would have found their way around his neck and he'd be persuaded to give him to say yes. In reality, it was more of a sarcastic thing. Judge Fear tried to leave, Kev tried to make him stay, and now that Fear was attempting to leave again, he was making sure Kev wasn't going to run after him and try to keep him here any longer. "Farewell." The cottage door shut, and Kev was alone with this news.

    Both of the alien's gloved hands reached up to feel at his neck, rubbing away the soreness that came with being grabbed and yanked there. Why was it always his neck? Was it because it was so small? Did it look easy to break, like a chicken leg? Kev sighed, lowering himself until he was sitting down on the ground. Pulling his hands away from his neck, he rested his head upon his knee instead, tears building up in his eyes. Aya and Zurg would have to be told, but he wasn't sure he could handle telling them that their furry little babe was dead, not without the furry babe there to show them that in the end, everything worked out fine. Kev didn't have all the details of what happened, and he knew that Aya and Zurg would want to know details. Nym ought to know. Nym ought to be able to help explain. When he came back, they could go together and let them know. Otherwise, he just wanted to curl up on the floor and wait there til Nym was back in the flesh. Only then would it feel like the world hadn't been yanked out from under him. Only then would things feel normal and right again.

    BAM, BAM, BAM!

    Kev jolted, head snapping towards the door at the furious pounding. What in the world could that be?! Could it be Fear? But, why would Fear come back when he had just left? Maybe he left something? But what in the world could he have POSSIBLY left behind?! Kev picked himself up and carefully approached the door, uneasy. What if it wasn't Judge Fear at all? What if it was whoever had killed Nym? Or what if it was some impatient jerk who got lost in the greenlands? There was no way to no for sure, and the alien took a deep breath in before he grabbed a hold of the door and jerked it open. Many images of the possible person at the door had breezed through Kev's mind, but not in a million years would he think that there'd be a dog at the door. At least, a dog he had never seen before. A large one, it was, even beating out Biddy for size! A deep black coat, a very short one, but very soft and silky looking. A big boxy head and a large body; this dog was built like a horse!

    "Well hello there...was that you, doing all that knocking?" With big paws like that, he could definitely scratch at the door, but pound on it? Hmm...only if the dog was headbutting it. The deep bark almost made Kev leap out of his skin, though he reached out with a slightly shaky hand to let the dog smell his hand, peeking his head out of the doorway to see who may have left the dog behind. There was no sign of any people around for miles, and on the air was the sound of chains rattling and a car driving off. Hmm...Kev brought his head back inside and glanced down. This dog was going to need a lot food, attention...how many animals did that make now, too? Yet, as soon as Kev looked down at those brown eyes, he couldn't help but give the dog a kind stroke across the head. "Come on inside, horsey-dog. Let's introduce you to the rest of the animals~!" Kev moved aside for the dog to come in before he shut the door and locked it. These seven days were going to go by a lot faster with a new dog in the cottage.


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