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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Wed Feb 04, 2015 2:00 pm

    Hmm...it seems that somebody was rather anally annihilated at getting a taste of his own medicine. Even when faced with such a dark glare, the alien stared back at him with the same look in his eyes that he had before; a bit of pride, and some concern, but also some mischief. The sudden grab for his neck was a little unseen, this was for sure, and Kev's hands reached up to grab at those beefy hands. "Nnn...you don't think I really desire that, do you, Sir?" Well, perhaps there were kernels of truth in that thing. But for the most part? Gods, a lot of that was horribly unrealistic, not to mention silly. Judge Fear, giving up murder? Not in a million years! And Snookums was an awful pet-name! Still, Judge Fear was unamused, and he showed this by lifting Kev over his head and tossing him right into the creek. "AAAAGH!" Yelling more out of surprise, the alien found himself in the cold creek, jumping up out of there in a hurry and rubbing himself all over.

    "Sheesh! You could have killed me, you know! I know you'd love that, but still! Hngh!" The creek bed wasn't exactly the softest landing. That was gonna leave a few green bruises...the Judge offered some sarcastic congratulations as Kev began to wring out his clothes. Sure, sure. When Judge Fear did a great job, it was skill, but when Kev managed to knock him on his bruuka, it was just luck. "Whether it was skill or luck, sir, I am proud to have surprised you for once." He even threw in a little bow to the Dark Judge. There was a sudden and deep barking however, Metus apparently sending a message along to Judge Fear. Spiritual exercises were done already? Aaw...and they were getting to the good part! "Yes Sir." Dry off and then go inside. It wasn't like the Judge could really shatter his exaggerations anyway...after all, who was the one that gave the other a mental image where the two of them were shackled together? ...Mmmmhm. The Judge hobbled away and Kev decided to bask in the sun for a moment, to dry his clothes and warm himself up. Hmm, for all that talk about being late, he wasn't really given a time limit...the alien decided to linger outside for only a few minutes before leaving the forest behind and running to the backdoor of the cottage. Time to see what Judge Fear had planned next.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Wed Feb 04, 2015 4:45 pm

    Could have killed you, would have killed you, should have killed you... Cease your caterwauling, cadet. You were still alive, for better or worse. Be grateful that the Dark Judge didn't sic a swarm of hornets after your miserable hide... "Don't get cocky," growled the genocidal pot to the mischievous kettle. "I will not be ssso arrogant asss to lower my guard a sssecond time." At least he was a genocidal, honest pot. Now, cut that bowing out before the ghoul really sics an angry swarm of hornets on you.

    And those shackles were symbolic of something else, you - !



    18:30, on the dot.

    Sunset was already in full swing, streaks of purples and blues heralding the eventide's arrival. Soon it will be time for most of the world to descend into slumber, but not for the sole living inhabitant of a quaint cottage out in the middle of nowhere. He would not be so lucky.

    Thump!

    Two books were unceremoniously placed upon Kev's scaly head, one ridiculously dwarfing the other. "Here isss your reading material," Judge Fear hissed. "Within your possssessssion isss a book and dictionary. You are to take good care of them and I expect them to be returned in the exact condition they were given." Responsibility, cadet, responsibility. Something else was lightly smacked atop the alien's head, a manila folder with a few things wedged between its cover. "Your paper and pen," he added further. Pencils weren't an option. "Every two weeksss you are to read ten chaptersss and not a sssingle one more. You are expected to write down any and all wordsss that are foreign to you, usssing the dictionary to look up their definitionsss. Your penmanssship isss to be neat, legible, and sssomething to take pride in. There will be penaltiesss for sssloppinessss." You can't honestly expect the Dark Judge to squint, can you?

    "At the end of every two weeksss, you are alssso expected to write down your thoughtsss of the reading material thusss far. Compossse your musssingssss with elegance, cadet. You will not be receiving credit for lazy or sssuperficial thinking." And rest assured, for the Dark Judge will be monitoring your progress with extreme prejudice.

    That should already be a given.

    The alien having his instructions, there was nothing else left to explain. "You have an hour, cadet. You may sssit anywhere you like in order to conduct your ssstudiesss, but it mussst remain on the property." It never hurt to be thorough.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Wed Feb 04, 2015 8:10 pm

    Oho, so Judge Fear was going to keep his guard up, was he?  In that case, Kev better get cracking on even more 'hopeful and happy' images to send over to Judge Fear in a psychic brawl. Rest assured, oh mighty instructor, Kev would put on his thunking cap and make sure to take you by surprise every time! Alas, it was no longer 'rustle Fear's jimmies' time. Kev made his way back into the cottage, where it was apparently...reading time? Two books were placed upon Kev's head, the alien glancing upwards and reaching up to take them off. One was easily recognizable, it was a Dictionary. The other, though? It was one he'd certainly never seen. Pride and Prejudice? Kev squinted at the title before looking back up to Fear. "Reading material?" What did Fear think he was going to do with these, let Metus play fetch? Tsk...a folder found its way atop Kev's head and again Kev removed it, briefly breezing through the paper and keeping the pen tight in hand. "Ten chapters in two weeks, that doesn't sound too bad."

    And as for the paper, apparently Kev was supposed to find words he did not know in this book, and look up their meanings. Knowing Fear, there were probably a lot of strange words in this book. British ones too, no doubt. And what was this about penalties for sloppy handwriting? "I assure you, sir, my handwriting is quite shipshape!" Poetic, it was! Flowing and beautiful! Easy to read, mhm! At the end of those two weeks, Kev also had to write down his thoughts about the book. Apparently his 'thoughts' could not be lazy or superficial...was Fear implying something? Tsk...the alien stacked up the folder and books in his hands evenly so they could easily be carried. An hour, was it? "Sir, yes sir." Where to sit, where to sit...hm! Can't go wrong with the couch in the living room! Kev easily made his way over, sitting himself down onto the couch and spreading his materials across the coffee table. Dictionary off to the side, pen and paper folder where he could easily reach it...Pride and Prejudice in hand. And, of course, a lamp was turned on. Can't read in the dark.

    The alien settled himself against the back of the couch, and he had only just gotten settled when a certain tortoise-shell cat mewed and leapt up onto the couch, claiming Kev's lap as her own. "Shally~" Welp, there goes using his lap to place the book. He was not fussed though, and instead leaned an arm on the arm of the couch, flipping the book open to the first chapter. As he started on the first chapter, his free hand lightly scratched behind Shally's ear, something she most definitely enjoyed since she began to purr and knead his thighs. Ow. Ow. Kitty claws, ow. Oh, the joys of owning a cat...now what was this about a single man with money needing to want a wife?
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    Two chapters in, and the alien had already found four words he didn't know. Such short chapters too...you'd think that'd make it easier to read, but actually the way the book was written made it hard to take in the first time. The alien reread the same pages a few times, attempting to soak it all in. The book so far was mostly dialogue, and had no true set up for what was going on. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet's interactions were rather funny, though! Mrs. Bennet with her gossipy, naggy ways and Mr. Bennet, who wanted nothing to do with it. He found it odd how they wanted to just marry a daughter off to a random stranger though...

    The second chapter introduce the daughters, though they didn't stick out much. Apparently Lydia was the youngest yet tallest. Lizzy was a favorite of Mr. Bennet. Mary was supposed to be book smart yet was tongue-tied? Kitty was anxious, and probably not Mrs. Bennet's favorite, since the sound of her coughs got on her nerves. A weird woman, that one. Alas, the adventures when they met Mr. Bingsley would have to wait! As an hour had come and gone. Kev set the book down and stretched, Shally finally leaving his lap.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Wed Feb 04, 2015 9:52 pm

    Ah, Pride & Prejudice... Not exactly the Dark Judge's first choice (he preferred non-fiction), but it was a book tailored for Kev's tastes. Romance, wit, insight and criticism of an age far gone... The old-timey jargon was admittedly out of the alien's normal vocabulary range, but such were the wonders of discovery! No doubt the customs would be strange, as well as the societal emphasis placed upon genders. There ought to be plenty subjects for Kev to question, so his papers twice a month better not be suffering from a mental drought! And speaking of things to question...

    "Woof!"

    "Hmm? Oh... Well, it ssshould be light and easssily digessstible, eh wot?"

    One should never, ever leave a ghoul alone in the kitchen. Why? Because they didn't know what to bloody do, that's why! Judge Fear was absolutely no exception. Leathery feet shambled back and forth, to and fro, here and there. A ridiculous creature in a ridiculous situation, the Dark Judge was like a great, big, broad-shouldered numpty when it came to underestimating the kitchen's dismally narrow space. There was hardly enough room for his towering height, there was! Mantraps scraped against walls and general appliances alike, the winged adornments of his helm sharing the same treatment. "Antsss. Thisss cottage isss for antsss!" he lamented to Metus. Or just really, really small moon fae and scaly aliens. Eventually (and after much wriggling around), both ghoul and dog managed to accomplish their objective: what to make Kev for dinner! Remember what was said about letting dead things have free reign in the kitchen...?

    Worth his weight alone in gold, the Great Dane wrapped his boxy jaws around a can of soup and faithfully brought it over for inspection. "And what isss that?" Whatever it was, Judge Fear wasn't fussed. He gave its liquid contents a good shake, condensed bits sloshing around in there, and figured it was decent enough to be edible. Why would Kev have it in his pantry if it wasn't, right? Now, for the hard part...

    The actual cooking!

    ...Which the Dark Judge sadly had forgotten about. He would have surely poured cold, clumpy soup into a bowl had not Metus, bless his heart, loudly whined. "What'sss that, now?" Judge Fear asked.

    Don't do that! Metus whined again. Fire! Get fire and hard shiny!

    Another five minutes were spent discussing as to what, exactly, a "hard shiny" was. While the ghoul was busy making sense of a dog's words, the Great Dane was on the ball. Metus trotted for a nearby cabinet and gingerly opened it with a paw, his head disappearing for a brief moment, snout and all. "Woof!" Found it! Teeth latched onto a hardened grip and soon the dog hesitantly stepped backward, something tightly clenched his gums: a pot!

    This is a hard shiny, see?

    "I know what a blasssted pot isss..." came an irritable grumble. Hard shiny... Never ask a dog for these sorts of things! That hurdle behind them, it was all smooth sailing from here. Well, mostly... Whereas it was considered proper and normal to pull on a can's tab and peel back its lid that way, Judge Fear had a rather... unique method of opening this one. He wrapped a firm hand around it and squeezed.

    POP!

    ...s-s-sssplurrrrt!

    Ah, the epitome of grace and finesse. Into the pot went the can's contents and Metus was a dear enough to place the emptied container into the garbage. Great! Off to a magnificent start. Now to light the fire and stand there awkwardly, staring off into space with a vacant, wall-eyed gaze.

    Fairly standard practice by now.

    Not for the Great Dane, however. Metus rested upon his belly, ears and snout pointed toward the living room. Ah, his friend was there! His friend was there with the cat, but that was okay. His friend was safe, his friend was happy! Every so often the dog glanced up at the master, wet nose quivering. Was the hard shiny ready with food? ...No? Okay, maybe soon! He retrained his attention back on his friend and repeated the cycle every so often. But when his attentive ears heard the unmistakeble sound of liquid bubbling...

    "Woof!"

    "Sss... Wait, wait. We mussst make sssure."

    Let it be known that Judge Fear was the not the most hygienic of fellows; being an undead spirit of the law who required corpses for material form will do that to you. It should come as no surprise, then, that he reached into a drawer for a spoon and let Metus have the first lick. And you can bet your heart that Metus enjoyed every second of it. "Good?"

    "Woof!"

    Quality seal of approval. Here came the unhygienic part.

    The Dark Judge put the spoon back into the pot and thought nothing of it, the fiend! Kev, lad... Just pretend Metus put an extra special ingredient in there, just for you. The ingredient of dog slobber love.

    "It isss time to eat, cadet." The whole cottage shook with the ghoul's otherworldly voice. "Make hassste, for you have thirty minutesss to consssume your meal." It wasn't a bad meal, honestly. A hot bowl of soup and your water bottle from earlier. Rather light and healthy, actually! Everything was set onto the table and ready for the alien whenever he decided to show up, though he hopefully ignored just how rotten the kitchen smelled. Dead things, Kev, dead things.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:58 pm

    Every so often, the alien glanced up from his reading to look at the kitchen. It was nice to see that Kev wasn't the only one that talked to the animals though! Funny to think that the Great Dane was assisting him in the kitchen like a little chef. Or, well, that was what he figured was going on. From the bits and pieces he was getting in between his reading at least. The living room was quiet, aside from content purrs, pages flipping and the sound of a pencil scratching on paper as Kev wrote down the new words. Among them were 'chaise, chuses, caprice, and circumspection'. Apparently a chaise was a carriage. Who knew?! Definitely made that sentence make more sense...at some point he spotted the Great Dane, relaxing on the floor, and Kev wriggled his fingers at him. Sorry Metus, it was reading time!

    Finally, he was done reading and it seems Judge Fear was done cooking as well! Only a guess of course, though how could anyone mistake such a deep, reverberating tone? Made the wood of the cottage shake, it did! "Coming!" Three meals in one day. This was going to be different, that's for sure! Kev stood up from the couch, back letting out a nice crack. He 'made haste', entering the kitchen. As soon as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen, he stopped mid stride and jerked his head back, getting a NICE whiff of death. "Aaaahhh..." Kev's eyes crossed, and suddenly he realized how um...bad it might be that his cook was an undead corpse. Oh well, the rest of the food was good! Right...? Well...he hadn't died yet! That was...was a sign of...good! Right?

    Taking a deep breath out and trying to focus on the 'tomato soup' smell, Kev shuffled his way into the kitchen and sat at the table. Ooh, water! Mmm he was in the mood for some water. He grabbed the water bottle and 'drank' a palmful of it before turning to the soup. The alien craned his head down and gave it a brief sniff. "Mmm~!" Smelled rather nice! A bit mindful of the temperature, the alien dipped the fingers of both hands into the soup. Definitely the same 'tomato'y taste this kind of soup always had. Though there was a little something extra? Familiar too...hmm, maybe it was just a seasoning. Shrugging to himself, he focused on his meal. "Thank you for the meal, sir. You too, Metus~!"


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Wed Feb 04, 2015 11:56 pm

    Kev's crossing eyes had not gone unnoticed.

    "Tomatoesss have an unpleasssant sssmell, I agree." Ignorance was bliss when you didn't have a functioning nose.

    Metus barked happily at the compliment, pleased that his friend enjoyed the selection. If left to the ghoul... Well, no need to fixate on that. It was instead a better use of time to educate the alien on what happened next, after he was finished eating for the night. "Once you are through eating, clean up and prepare for recreation. You will have an hour to yourssself." Generous, no? A whole hour after a day's worth of hardship. There were of course rules, and Judge Fear began listing off the stipulations.

    "You are to remain indoors." That was corpse finger number one.

    "You are to remain orderly." That was corpse finger number two.

    "You are to remain ressspectful." And that was corpse finger number three.

    Just three golden rules for now. He lowered his hand and further rasped, "You may do whatever you desssire during that time ssso long asss it adheresss to my rulesss. It isss highly sssuggesssted that you take thisss opportunity to groom yourssself, for immediately afterward it will be lightsss out." If there was one rule the disagreeable corpse would not budge on, it was this one. Structure was as every bit important as following orders and following them obediently. If the alien was caught even one second past the mandated allotment of time for rest... Needless to say, it would not be a pretty scenario. Kev might even find himself sleeping out in the barn.

    In the harsh winter cold.

    Would you like that, cadet? ...No? Then you had better be nestled in your covers the precise moment 19:30 strikes.

    "There isss one more matter I mussst dissscussss with you before then, however." You're not out of the woods yet, Kev. There were still twenty-four minutes before your recreational hour began.

    On the countertop behind the Dark Judge were two glass jars; one no larger than your average jam jar and the other a five gallon glass carboy. The difference between the two could only be aptly described as massive. "Thisss," Judge Fear explained, resting a hand upon the smaller of the pair, "isss your daily meritsss jar. Each day you will obtain meritsss for excellence and following inssstruction, and at the end, ssshould you have earned enough, you will be properly rewarded." You had already experience the "stick" first thing this morning, cadet. Now it was high time you met the "carrot". "And thisss," the hand shifted to the gargantuan jug, "isss your overall meritsss jar. I needn't elaborate itsss title further. At the end of each day, sssuch asss thisss one, you may opt to choossse between having the daily reward or you may choossse to ssstore your meritsss into the overall container. A word of caution, however: you cannot reverssse your choice asss sssoon asss it isss made." So think about it and think about it carefully. This was a pretty fair deal, right? Wrong, because here comes the catch.

    "You can alssso earn yourssself demeritsss." And there it was, right in the open.

    It was all a very simple design, used liberally within educational and militaristic systems. You wish to encourage good behaviour? Offer incentive. In the case of Deadworld, that incentive was not to die. But since this was not Deadworld and Kev was not training to become a Judge, there was expected to be some leniency. At least if the Dark Judges wanted their weapons of mass destruction. "When you are ready to begin your daily assssesssment, cadet, ssspeak." Speak and be evaluated.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Thu Feb 05, 2015 12:45 am

    "Yes, of course. The tomatoes." Had to be some pretty rotten tomatoes...Kev turned his eyes to Metus and gave the dog a pleased little look. Oh Metty, if his fingers weren't coated in tomato, he'd give you so much affection~! Alas, it'd be a crime to stain that lovely black coat. Instead, Kev's attention focused back on the Judge. An hour of recreation? Mm, a whole hour to himself...no exercises, nothing to do. Sounded really nice right about now! The alien's fingers wriggled in his soup. Ah, but of course there were rules. Always rules with this one! In this case three, as Fear helpfully counted out. He had to remain indoors, he had to remain...orderly? And he had to remain respectful. "What about the animals, though? They need to be put back into the barn for the night, and have the dogs and cat eaten their dinner yet?" Couldn't exactly stay 'indoors' to round up all of those animals. Though would that even count as his recreation? Hmm...grooming himself, he couldn't deny that a bath sounded really good right now. Scrub off all the grime of the day. And immediately after, lights out. Yeesh, not even a bedtime story~?

    "Hm? One more matter?" Oh boy. What did Kev do wrong this time? The alien watched the ghoul carefully, were those...jars? Kev's brows arched upwards at that one. What in the world. The smaller jar was his...daily merit jar? And the other, his total merit jar. Huh. So by doing a good job, he could get rewards? Very nice~! Though he'd have to choose between a daily reward, or saving it into the overall merit jar. Hmm... "What are some examples of these 'daily merit' rewards? And what would I get if I saved up enough in the overall merit jar?" He couldn't help but ask! Mmm, and he could earn demerits... "Are demerits their own jar, or would that mean you remove some of the merits?" Wonder what a merit looked like. Ooh, were they gonna be gold stars~? Or perhaps smiley face stickers! Oooh how cute!

    Oh, Tulsit, Fear just said something that sounded important. "Uh, uh, um, yes! Daily assessment, I am ready, Sir!" What in the world was a daily assessment? Did that mean Fear was basically gonna tell him where he screwed up?


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Thu Feb 05, 2015 7:35 pm

    What about the animals? Ah yes, Kev's barnyard circus. Bet the alien didn't have the necessary paperwork to legally own them. Yet another death sentence for the ever-growing pile of death sentences! "I will handle your petsss," Judge Fear hissed. Seeing as he had masterfully compelled the animals to obey earlier, ordering them into the barn would be child's play. Feeding the "house" pets would be just as simple. As for the rewards, the Dark Judge remained partially mum. Can't reveal everything, now, can he? "You will have the privilege of knowing daily rewardsss, but the overall reward will not be known until after your training hasss been sssuccessssfully completed." And provided that the alien achieve the required amount of merits, of course. There was a low grunt as Kev imagined merits to be gold stars. Stickers? Tch, this was not primary school. Beside the disproportional glass jars was an unassuming black bag; many somethings rattled within it as the ghoul hoisted it up, a hand disappearing inside.

    Pinched between two very grotesque fingers was a marble, as clear as day and sparkling like a diamond. The rest within the bag were no doubt of varying sizes and colours. "A merit," he rasped. "Each marble represssentsss your progresss, cadet. Ssshould you perform well, the pile ssshall grow. But ssshould you perform poorly..." Need the Dark Judge really say more? Kev ought to grasp the concept by now.

    Time for the daily assessment. How many would the alien earn on his first day?

    Judge Fear again reached into the bag and displayed a generous handful of twinkling spheres. Holding one up, he said, "Thisss merit isss for you persssevering through your pull-ups. Though you did not complete your physical training for the day, I am pleasssed to announce that you had not given up. Determination isss paramount to good character." It was dropped into Kev's daily jar with a satisfying clatter. Another was soon singled out. "And thisss merit isss for doing your choresss with excellence. Taking pride in one'sss work isss to have pride in onessself." That makes two satisfying clatters. Now here came the part Kev was dreading...

    Just as easily as he had dropped the marbles in their respective jar, they were just as easily taken. "For being tardy thisss morning, you have earned a demerit." Two became one. "And for failing to follow inssstruction, you have earned another." One became zero.

    Nothing.

    Kev was now staring at an empty, disappointed jar. Ah, but wait...

    It must have been a good five seconds of eerie quiet as the Dark Judge loomed there, ghostly eyes fixated on the alien. What was to happen now? Was there to be a scolding remark, a jeering comment about how Kev otherwise had a lackluster day? As the ghoul rolled all the marbles within the palm of his rotten hand, tension building...

    Plop!

    A crystalline jangle filled the kitchen. Rolling around the jar's base was now a marble, a darkish blue and opaque, and it came to a slow, wobbly crawl.

    That made one.

    One whole merit earned for the entire day.

    "For managing to thwart off a lessser psssychic attack and making me eat a ssslice of humble pie." Credit was due where credit was due, and Judge Fear could admit that he had erred. In light of all that, he at last returned the rest of the marbles back into their bag, jangling and clicking, and again directed his sights upon Kev. "You earned a grand total of one merit today, cadet. I am a bit sssurprisssed, honessstly. Figured you wouldn't have earned any." Gee whiz, wasn't Judge Fear just the best? "But you did, ssso that isss that. It isss not enough to purchassse your daily reward, however. Ssshould you have accumulated at leassst three and ssspent them, you would have enjoyed a glassss of olive juice. Oh well, cadet. We can't alwaysss have our cake and eat it too." Hey, one was better than zero, right? Though you can't really get much use out of just one...
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:40 pm

    Hmm...suppose rounding up all of the animals and putting them in the barn would be easy enough for the ghoul. "Alright. Make sure to give all of them an extra head rub before you lock them in for the night~! And as long as you're able to handle the animals outside, I could probably feed the others! Just so that you're not doing everything yourself, sir." Judge Fear was his instructor, after all. Not a slave and definitely not a maid. The daily rewards would be revealed on a daily basis, but the overall reward, Fear was going to keep secret. "Hmm, that good, huh?" Well, now he was just curious. What if it was something amazing?! ...What if it was something really silly and it turned out he'd wasted all of those merits when he could have gotten daily rewards? Hmm...a dangerous game. Ultimate reward...or a trick. The alien let out a thoughtful hum, but not before his attention was grabbed by the sound of rattling as Fear hoisted up a black bag and reached inside of it.

    Out of the black bag, Fear pulled out a wee marble. Looked extra tiny and extra shiny when grasped between those green grippers! So each marble represented his progress. The bigger the pile, the more progress. However, if he were to do a bad job, he would have marbles taken away. His progress-pile would suddenly be tinier. And now for the daily assessment...hands still in the bowl, the alien never the less pulled himself closer to the table and thus closer to Judge Fear and the jars, eyes transfixed on the handful of marbles. One merit was dropped into the jar, his reward for pushing forward to complete his pull-ups, and another, for the chores he had completed. Kev's eyes twinkled as he followed the marbles' descent into the jar. Not bad for the first day! His determination and his cleanliness were rewarded! Alas, the mistakes from this morning were not forgotten. For being tardy and for not following instruction, likely referring to Kev's less than warm attire...both of those marbles were removed. An empty little jar...well, that was expected for the first day, right?

    Kev sighed, eyes turning back to his soup for a moment, and he didn't look back at the Judge nor the jar until he heard a sudden little 'plop!'. A little blue marble was in the jar! Kev's gaze went from the jar to the Judge in an instant. A merit was rewarded, this one for easily thwarting Judge Fear's trick with the ants and actually managing to surprise him with the method used. Positively beaming pride and happiness, there was nothing that could bring him down! Nothing could pop this bubble!

    "It isss not enough to purchassse your daily reward, however. Ssshould you have accumulated at leassst three and ssspent them, you would have enjoyed a glassss of olive juice."

    Pop!

    "Aaaw...!" The alien moaned and leaned back in his chair. You know what would have tasted great right about now? A glass of olive juice! Stupid tardiness...stupid not following instructions. If only he hadn't done those things, he could have had a tasty glass of olive juice...! "I guess that merit's going in the overall jar, then." Kev paused, before he peeked up at the Judge with a little 'begging' look in his eyes. "I don't suppose I could make a glass of juice to have with this delicious soup, sir?" He was in the mood for some, now!


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:24 pm

    ...Head rubs? They were pets, Kev, not children!

    "Your concern isss noted, cadet, but I have already resssigned myssself to thisss tasssk." And if a Dark Judge put their twisted mind to something, no matter how obtuse, they could be very tenacious creatures.

    In one seamless stroke, Kev's unbridled happiness quickly atrophied and became dejection. Judge Fear naturally took pleasure in the alien's suffering. "Mm, yesss. Your merit ssshall go into the overall jar," he agreed. Might as well, no? In the marble went, bouncing around, and the carboy's lid was promptly shut. There it shall remain for another estimated 89 days. "I sssuppossse I ssshould mention that meritsss placed into thisss jar cannot be removed through actsss of ssstupidty." AKA: demerits. The obvious advantage: merits immune to acts of stupidity. The obvious disadvantage: potentially no daily rewards for the next 89 days. Decisions, decisions. Looks like you had some serious thinking to do, cadet.

    "I don't suppose I could make a glass of juice to have with this delicious soup, sir?"

    And so the mighty have fallen, begging for their luxuries.

    The Dark Judge would have no such thing and he hissed with a tinny snort, "Have sssome decency. You made your missstakesss and now know of them. Focusss lessss on panhandling and more on what you need to improve for tomorrow." This wasn't a charity, Kev. You were getting stronger because of this and the genocidal ghouls were getting weapons of mass destruction. Show a little class, would you? And just so the alien didn't get any wise ideas...

    Knowing exactly where to look and not bothering to hide his actions, Judge Fear decided to make an example. He retrieved a bottle of olive juice from a nearby cabinet, the cottage's only bottle of olive juice, and offered it to the jaws of an awaiting Metus. "Bury."

    Out went the dog, out went the olive juice.

    "Enjoy the resst of your meal, cadet. Your hour of recreation beginsss ssshortly." That tone couldn't have been more pleased. Now, if you'll excuse him, Kev, there were a few animals that required a bit of nighttime wrangling.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Thu Feb 05, 2015 10:14 pm

    Pets are basically furry, slightly dimmer versions of children! Judge Fear was surprisingly adamant about completing these tasks himself. "Well...alright." Stubborn. Ah well, wasn't like he could force Judge Fear to let him help feed them. So long as the animals got their food, it didn't really matter in the end! The Judge affirmed that Kev's single marble would be entering the overall jar and those marbles were there to stay! Thankfully, demerits only affected the daily jar. "Good to know, good to know."

    Sadly, the begging eyes had no effect! Instead, the Judge let out a tinny snort. Can't blame a guy for trying...decency though?! At least he'd asked rather than attempting to sneak some or anything! Kev's gaze returned to his soup, now well and thirsty. He took one hand out of the soup and 'drank' more of his water from the water bottle. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I will improve, sir." Nevermind that this was Kev's house. Sure, he was getting stronger, but that was technically his olive juice anyways! ...Olive juice that was being taken out and given to the dog to be buried outside! "He's gonna remember where he buried that, right?!" Olive juice was hard to find! It wasn't exactly next to the apple juice or orange juice!

    Huffing, he turned back to the rest of his soup. "Yes sir. Hope the animals behave for you." Particularly Llama. While Judge Fear attended to that, Kev finished off the rest of his soup. Remembering the earlier scolding, the alien scrubbed his bowl clean before moving upstairs. He decided to start his hour of recreation by taking a relaxing bath. Perhaps not the most 'recreational' of ways to spend his time, but he frankly needed it. After that would be some time spent giving affection to the indoor animals, but otherwise the alien was in bed and the lights out as directed by the Judge. After the day he'd had, it didn't take very long for him to fall asleep. An interesting first day...hopefully the next few months were going to keep moving upwards.


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