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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Wed Jan 28, 2015 2:17 pm

    Ahaha...it seems Judge Fear had his doubts. Kev's confident assurance that he wasn't gonna putter out so easily was met with an intense stare, a sharp and sudden chill in the air, and a raspy warning that they would see. Perhaps Judge Fear had a point, since the pull-ups were just going swimmingly so far. While he wasn't puttering out so far, he was attempting to test the waters to see what would happen if he found an exercise that was just too hard for him to complete. He had been expecting the Judge to get upset, perhaps hurl an insult or two, but he was surprised to hear that the Judge was actually...taking a more supportive stance. Definitely firm, and there was still a hint of stern commanding in the Judge's hissing, but he did not immediately lash out or anything of the kind. He merely gave advice and insisted that the alien keep going.

    "Thank you, Sir." He looked back up at the bar, readjusting his hands so that they were further apart and his arms made a 'v'. Keeping his arms slightly bent rather than fully extended, he took a deep breath in before beginning to exhale as he flexed his arms, lifting his feet off of the ground. Almost as soon as the alien's feet left the ground, they kicked out as though he were riding a bicycle. Steadily, Kev's shaking arms flexed as he pulled himself up. Legs still kicking out, he strained and flexed until he finally lifted his body up, chest reaching the bar. He took a deep, gasping breath in and as he lowered himself down, the urge to fall back into a dead-hang rose exponentially. As soon as his arms reached the same, slightly bent position they had been at when he began though, he pulled himself back up, exhaling as he did. His feet continued kicking out wildly, but he'd found a steadier rhythm. When he reached the fifteenth pull-up, he'd lowered himself too far down and reached the dead-hang again, and it took him a few minutes to get back into the rhythm of lifting himself and lowering himself down, but not fully down. Once he reached the thirtieth pull-up, he released the bar as if it was on fire and teetered on his feet for a moment. There had been a lot of physical suffering involved, and it took longer than it probably should have, but he had completed it! "C-could I have a little bit of water, Sir? Or is that only allowed during the water breaks?" If there were a lake close by, he'd be sorely tempted to just leap in and soak up all of the water in the lake.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Wed Jan 28, 2015 4:26 pm

    And just what was that sorry display with the alien's legs...? For a split second in time, if ever so brief, Judge Fear motioned as if he were to chastise Kev about his paltry form and lack of dignity. Something intervened, however, and the Dark Judge merely observed the outlandish spectacle in silence, dazed. So long as the alien managed his pull-ups and did not readily succumb to defeat, he supposed... Though the ghoul reckoned that Kev was exhausting much more of his waning energy by thrusting his legs all willy-nilly like that, amusing or not.

    The road to thirty pull-ups had not been an easy one. And, in all honesty, Judge Fear had been half-expecting for Kev to fall right on his buttocks and curl into the grass, sobbing. Imagine his surprise when the alien reached his fifth pull-up, and then his tenth, his fifteenth, and so forth and so forth.

    For the longest time there was uttered not a word.

    Huff!, went Kev.

    Hnngh!, went Kev.

    And so it was for the remaining hour, the alien slaving away at the seemingly-impossible task set before him by a spirit most cruel. Up and down, relief and agony, determination and regret; such were the beautiful dichotomies that composed the soul known as Kev-Mak-Tarr. It was only upon exhaling his thirtieth count, his wobbly conquering of the pull-up bar, did the Dark Judge finally deem it appropriate to utter a sound. "Mm..." And what a profound sound it was. Metus rose to stand, barking once as if to congratulate the alien on his success, no matter how long it had taken and how painful it had been. You see, friend? You could do it! Though it had taken a full hour and you may not see the point in any of this, you had still done it. And by yourself, no less!

    The dog's pleasant thoughts were enough to provoke Judge Fear out of his pensive quiet and the undead fiend released an ambiguous hiss. "That isss enough," said he. A whine escaped Metus' throat and he returned to sitting, head resting upon his forepaws. And as for the alien... The ghoul's sights never left him. "You took far too long to complete your pull-upsss, cadet. I am afraid we will not be able to finisssh the ressst of your physssical exercisssesss."

    Hmm... It was rather hard to tell if the Dark Judge was disappointed or irritated. He could very well be neither.

    Kev asked for water, though did he necessarily deserve it? He hadn't, after all, managed to finish his first day's worth of physical training. Two minds silently engaged in civil discourse, neither Judge Fear nor Metus making a peep.

    "I sssuppossse you are right."

    Finally.  

    With a happy huff and pant, Metus gripped at the water bottle in his master's rigid hands, teeth careful not to penetrate the plastic, and the dog eagerly brought it over toward a thirsty alien. "After sssome thought and review, it hasss been decided that your firssst day of training will naturally not be without itsss... kinksss." Reluctance was strong with this one, and Judge Fear continued, "Take five minutesss for a break and then sssee yourssself to the barn for your choresss. Metusss, sssee to the cadet'sss timely arrival." An obedient bark was all the Dark Judge needed to hear before he turned away, caped back and all. If you will excuse him, gents, he had some equipment to put away and properly store for use tomorrow.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Wed Jan 28, 2015 5:04 pm

    The silence had been welcome while Kev did the pull-ups, it allowed for him to focus even more on trying to complete the exercise, but the silence that had followed his completion was a bit imposing. Judge Fear made a small noise, and Metus let out a loud bark. The friendly little bark was definitely appreciated, and the alien managed a grateful look to the canine before turning his attention back to his instructor. The Judge hushed the dog, who whined and laid himself down on the grass in a put-out manner, the alien sparing him a brief glance before his pupils centered on the metal hem of the Judge again. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would take me so long, Sir." How much time had gone by? It could have been five minutes or five hours, it all felt the same to him. His arms folded behind his back as if he were at attention, back straight. They wouldn't be able to complete the physical training for today, which meant he'd have to see what that odd amalgamation of things would have added up to. For a moment it was silent again, and the alien wondered how upset Fear might be at how long Kev took.

    Kev tilted his head when Judge Fear spoke again, deeming that...someone was right. But who? The Great Dane grabbed the water bottle in his mouth again and handed it over to the alien, who rolled up a sleeve and grasped the bottle tightly, unscrewing the cap and holding his limp noodle arm up to steadily pour thick droplets of water onto his forearm. Oooh...that was good. He paused in his drinking to look back at Fear. The corpse admitted that Kev's first day of training was naturally going to have some kinks. Hnngh, kinks sucked. The Judge granted Kev a five minute break, after which he would get started on his chores at the barn, with Metus as his guide. "Sir, yes Sir." He nodded to the Judge before he departed, the alien waiting until the Judge's back was turned before his legs folded beneath himself, the alien settling across the grass gratefully. He stretched out on his back and relaxed in the grass for a moment, easing the tension in his muscles. He only rested for a few moments before he rolled his sleeve down and rolled his shirt up instead, pouring the water onto his abdomen while he laid on the ground.

    Although he was relieved that he was done with physical training for the day, Kev also felt a little bad that he hadn't completed everything Fear had set up for him to do. Hopefully he'd done most of what he had to do. Fear may have been willing to give him a break on the first day, but he knew he'd have to make up for it tomorrow. The alien's eyes slid closed and if it weren't for Metus the reliable alarm clock, he might have fallen asleep in the grass right there. Eventually the break came to an end, and the alien stood back up, stretching this way and that before leaving with Metus to make his way to the barn to complete his chores.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Wed Jan 28, 2015 6:56 pm

    I'm sorry.

    Ugh.

    The Dark Judge would rather dismissively wave a rotten hand than reply to something so weak. He paid little attention to Kev after they had parted ways, leaving Metus to diligently watch over the alien's well-being and schedule. "Woof!" he barked, happily panting. That's it, friend, that's it. Drink up and regain your strength. The day had only just begun and you had so much to do! Five minutes came and went like the summer breeze, Metus burying his wet snout into Kev's side. He groaned and he nudged, the dog continuously butting his head against clothed scales. Up, up, up! You do not want to be late, do you?

    Once the alien was up and about, all nice and rested, the Great Dane barked once and led him toward the barn. Ah, the barn... where all sorts of fascinating things lay in hiding to sniff and discover. Padded paws lightly clicked against hardened concrete as Metus approached a dark and sparsely-lit corner, a pair of ghostly eyes searing through the dusty gloom. "You are not late," rasped a familiar voice. "Good." From out of the darkness slithered Judge Fear, his features no longer melded with shadow. Inky wisps trailed off his shoulders and helm as he walked away, the hazy particles dissipating in sunlight. "Thisss isss to be your firssst chore of the day," the ghoul continued, shambling past the alien. Numerous chains rattled, several of the creatures within growing restless. "You are to clean up the barn and tend to your animalsss. Thisss place, cadet, isss sssuffering from a sssevere lack of hygiene. It isss highly unacceptable and an affront to proper code." Busywork, to be sure. But it was busywork the Dark Judge expected to be completed to his specifications.

    The floor was filthy, there were loose strands of feed and hay scattered about, mud had been tracked in, the animals needed a good cleaning and especially their feet - all of these things, just to name a few. The list could go on and on...

    "Tidy it up, cadet. Make thisss a barn to be proud of. I ssshall return once you believe your firssst chore to be done." As usual, Metus was left to monitor the alien's progress while the Dark Judge was off doing other things. What they were was a mystery, and soon the ghoul had gone hobbling off and away. Well, Kev? Looks like you have a barn to clean and animals to groom. It was still a long way until lunch.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Thu Jan 29, 2015 2:07 am

    It was hard for him to believe that the day was not over. How long had they been doing this? Just a few hours? It felt like most of the day had consisted of him stretching and lifting weights and doing exercises! The temptation to snooze was right there...he wanted to sleep so badly. Yet, the day was not over. He could not sleep just yet. He had an 'appointment' to keep and Metus was going to make sure he made it in time. A soft, wet nose pressing against his side made the alien let out a quick squeal and jerk up into sitting position. The motion both startled him and actually tickled a bit! Metus was persistent though, boxy head bumping and nudging him repeatedly until he stood up and gave him a pat between the ears. The Great Dane led Kev to the barn, the alien following along diligently to enter the little building. His head tilted to the side as he spotted a rather curious dark corner, one that Metus was lingering by...the alien noticed the glowing eyes soon enough however, backing up into a wall of the barn with a startled yell. Not late, that was good! The alien took a few deep breathes to calm himself before giving Metus a thankful look. He was on time due to Metus, after all.

    The Judge slithered out from the shadows and reformed himself to his usual state, looming over like a vulture. Inky smoke wafted off of him, reminding the alien of their adventure on his birthday. Judge Fear gave him the task of cleaning the barn and tending to the animals, a task that Kev may have been...slacking off on, lately. He glanced around the barn and winced at the state of it. He had been very...distracted, lately. And lingering in the city instead of the cottage. With the task given, Fear deemed that he would return when Kev decided that the barn was clean, and warning him that he ought to make it a barn to be proud of. With a salute to the retreating Judge, the alien turned to his animals, who had all calmed down since Judge Fear's leaving. "Hm..." First thing's first, these guys needed their hoofsies cleaned up. Grabbing a cleaning cloth that was hung on a hook in the barn, the alien left the barn to go over to his greenhouse, unfurling the water hose as far as it would go. Unfortunately, it didn't stretch far enough to reach the barn, so Kev grabbed a bucket from the greenhouse and filled it up near the top.

    Returning to the barn, he began to let the animals out one at a time. When he let one out, he steered it outside of the barn and sat himself down, dipping the cloth in the bucket and using it to clean the feet of the animals and dig into the crevices of the hooves. The animals pulled and tugged their feet away, but otherwise did not resist...except for Llama, of course, who stared at Kev all throughout his attempt to clean his feet. The alien also combed through the fur and wool, picking and pulling at anything that had gotten stuck in there. Burrs, sticky green bits of grass. The damp cloth was again used for any bits of mud that were clinging onto them. The sheep were the hardest, their wool was quite stubborn in keeping filth attached to it, and the alien had to refill his bucket several times. If it weren't so cold out, he probably would have given them a hosing. He did the next best thing and used the cloth to comb over and dampen the fur. He rubbed it clean, preferring this method to pouring a bucket of water on the animals and making them shiver. It took a while, but he didn't really mind it. It kept his mind busy and it didn't involve any weights or stretching!

    Eventually, finally, all of the animals had been let out of the barn and frolicked the meadow, looking cleaner. Llama, Chester, Lavender, Glen, Lula, Bessie, Suzy, and Felicia, some of them munched on the grass, some of them drank from the creek. With the barn now empty, Kev entered it, glancing at the dirty cement and wincing at the sight. Feed, hay and mud, tracked all over...Guess it was a good thing they had gone with the cement floor. The alien grabbed up a shovel, and used it to push all of the debris out of the barn's opening. The metal screeched upon the cement with every strike, startling a few of the sheep who lingered near to barn. Clumped feed, dirty hay, and thick mud was all scraped off of the cement, but the barn's floor was not clean just yet. The shovel couldn't get everything, after all! Kev set the shovel outside of the barn and grabbed up his bucket, pouring it down onto the cement. Several trips were made, refilling the bucket and pouring water all over the cement until the entire floor was nice and damp. Then, the alien grabbed up a heavy duty broom and used it to scrub at the cement, pushing the debris out again, as before. Once there was no more sign of lingering debris, the alien leaned on his broom and gave a heavy sigh. He was not done yet, however. He opened the doors wide to let in the sunlight, and while he waited for the floor to dry, he tiptoed and jumped his way over the wet spots near the opening to grab some feed and place it in the feed troughs. Once he was done with that, he looked for the animals and made sure they didn't dirty themselves up anymore.

    Llama, the problem child, actually had managed to get his feet dirty all over again by prancing about in the creek. Irritated, the alien sighed and grabbed his cloth and bucket, cornering the llama by the fence and wiping his feet clean all over again. Every time he was almost done with a foot, Llama jerked it away and pranced away from him, leaving the alien to utter a few curses and follow after him. By the time he'd finished cleaning up the stubborn thing, he returned to find a dry cement floor in the barn, which meant it was time to put some fresh hay in! Grabbing an armful at a time, he placed the hay down until it blanketed the cement nicely. Once satisfied, the only thing left to do was refill the water bowls and buckets with clean water. This time, he emptied out the dirty water farther away from the barn, and over the side of the fence. He didn't want to clean anyone else twice...the hose was used to refill what he could, and whatever was too big for him to refill and carry back in the barn, he refilled using his handy dandy bucket. Fresh feed, clean hay, clean water, clean floor. The alien leaned against a wall and let out another deep breath of air, utterly pooped. "I think it's clean, Sir!" He called out, eyes turning about to see where the corpse would materialize from.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Thu Jan 29, 2015 4:10 pm

    It must have taken Kev at least an hour to go about his chore, from cleaning all of his animals to cleaning the barn's interior. Metus was besides himself with joy as he pranced about the meadow, playfully running around a few sheep and steering well clear of Llama.

    Always content to watch his friend work and to be near the scaly alien, Metus quietly waited as Kev went about cleaning the barn. Such a good boy, this Great Dane! He made extra certain to sit somewhere that wasn't in the way and barked not a distracting peep. I think you are doing a good job, friend! How happy your fuzzy animals shall be, to know that you have cleaned their stalls and given them a fresh place to rest. You are a good person and I love you!

    The innocence of a kind, obedient dog.

    "I think it's clean, Sir!"

    You think, cadet?

    True to his previous word spoken an hour ago, a familiar black figure shambled out from whatever pit of despair he crawled out of (it was probably the kitchen). With a heavy rattle of his chains and creaking of his old bones, Judge Fear entered the barn and had himself a look-see. "Mm..." Though the ghoul wasn't exactly a farmer or well-versed in what the farm life entailed, he at least knew what a clean establishment ought to look like. The Dark Judge hobbled up and down the barn's center aisle several times, his corpse gait painstakingly slow and jerky. Ghostly eyes took notice of the cement floor's condition, Judge Fear inspecting each and every inch for any traces of lingering debris and manure. Yet again, the alien had surprised him. Kev's removal of debris and filth and been pleasantly thorough, and it had robbed the Dark Judge his opportunity to lay into the alien. You were just no fun, cadet! "Mm..." Right, then. Judge Fear transitioned his inspection to the stalls themselves, Metus sniffing them one-by-one for any traces of ammonia. When there were none, the dog let out a whine and huffed. He returned to the barn's open doorway and rest, eyes attentive and ears pointed.

    "It ssseemsss that the barn isss clean." Unfortunately. He looked away from the feeding troughs, having already seen that they were replenished with fresh water and feed, and gazed at Kev from across the barn. "I find little to criticize, though you ought to clean the troughsss asss well." They were sadly not at a feasible level of wretchedness for the Dark Judge to bark over.

    Time for the animals.

    Outside and subject to the climbing sun's gentle rays, Judge Fear certainly wasn't a sight for sore eyes. No matter, however. Despite his worsening smell and gangly host, he knew a trick to round up Kev's animals. Another haunting whistle traveled through the meadow, shrill and eerie, and soon all of Kev's darling little pumpkin pies came waddling out from wherever they had been. The sheep, with all of their eccentric fleece, were like trotting mounds of brightly-coloured cotton; Llama pranced in true elegant fashion and Chester... Well, and Chester was just Chester.

    Each animal, starting with Lula, formed a single row and stood abreast of each other. Llama and Chester were naturally placed on the furthest right, after Felicia. They were like little soldiers eagerly awaiting review, though it was rather hard to imagine them being decent at anything other than eating. And, well, defecating.

    "Ssstand at attention," Judge Fear hissed. The animals at once ceased their fidgeting, an unnatural stillness overtaking them. And lo, beginning with Lula, the Dark Judge went about resuming his inspection. Corpse hands roamed over the sheep's fleece, needle-like fingernails purposefully searching for any patch of wool that Kev may have missed. It was a slow process as the Dark Judge was not the most limber (and his vision wasn't the greatest), but he dutifully went from sheep to sheep, repeating the same procedure over and over with nary a sound. Leathery fingers combed through their wool, none of Kev's fluffy babies offering any resistance. During all of this and having no further command, Metus had taken this time as a perfect moment to rest beside Kev and happily pant. He occasionally glanced up at his friend and his smile only widened, moist nose quivering.

    You are my friend and I love you!

    Eventually, the ghoul had finished with his initial task of scrutinizing their wool and now needed to check the underside of their hooves. But he was not about to bend upon one knee and lift each individual leg, oh no! Judge Fear shambled away and stood front of center, psychic energies focusing on just the sheep. "Assssume the posssition," he rasped. Sound familiar?

    The sheep obediently complied and knelt down, each one rolling onto their backs with their black legs comically sticking straight into the air. Their motion was perfectly synchronized, from Lula to Felicia. Even Glen, bless his mischievous nature, hadn't been a pill.

    This was by far easier for the Dark Judge and he got right to reviewing Kev's handiwork. Large thumbs brushed over cloven toes, the process as equally slow as the last one. Fret not, though. Judge Fear finally concluded his examination of the sheep and troubled them no more. They rose one-by-one, tossing their heads and shaking their bodies, but did not immediately go scampering off. There was still a formation, after all!

    Llama was by far easier to inspect due to his height alone, but his long strands of hair proved troubling. The Dark Judge took a longer time brushing through Llama's coat for any overlooked detritus. And he did not, of course, make Llama roll onto his back for a hoof inspect.

    The ghoul had to bend at the stiff waist this time around.

    At last, after giving Llama the all-clear, it was now Chester's turn. Chester, the ordon goat, and admittedly the strangest animal in Kev's immediate care. At first Judge Fear was at a loss as how to proceed, but he ultimately went about his business and figured that Chester, despite being blue and definitely unfamiliar, would relatively handle the same as Llama and the sheep. It took long enough, roughly the same as Llama, but soon Chester was given a pass and all of Kev's animals had been thoroughly inspected. Now came for the Dark Judge's verdict. You ready, Kev? Metus apparently wasn't. The dog had succumbed to a sneaking nap and was currently fast asleep on his side, out like a light. "Zzz..."

    "I have finissshed with my review." Here we go! "And I have found, cadet, that you performed... adequately." But just adequately. Don't get your scaly hopes up. "The animalsss are clean and they are pleasssed with your work. Therefore, I sssuppossse you have sssatisssfied your firssst chore of the day."

    Listen to that disappointed tone, cadet. You're breaking the poor fiend's wicked heart by not being a lazy, inattentive slob!

    Verdict given, it was time for the next chore on Kev's list. He... might not like this one very much, but first things first. Judge Fear returned his attention to the animals and hissed, "Disssmisssssed." And look at them go, dispersing to all four corners of the wind! Now, then. Back to issuing Kev's second chore of the day. The ghoul idly scratched at a bony hip and rigidly pivoted to face the alien, chains swaying. "Go back to the barn and collect all the manure," he ordered. "You are to ssset it assside into a neat pile, where it isss not an affront to the eyesss and a health concern for the animalsss, ssso that it may be usssable for gardening." You do already have a manure pile for compost, right, Kev?
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Thu Jan 29, 2015 9:45 pm

    Kev's call had summoned the Judge rather quickly, the ghoul strolling his way inside of the barn and beginning the process of inspection. The alien was more than a little nervous about what the finally judgement would be, so he stood off to the side and took the moment to catch his breath and relax. He even got in a few pats for Metus' head before Metus joined Fear in inspecting the stalls! Kev watched, hands clasped and attentive. He had had much practice in keeping the barn clean, even though he had slacked off as of late. There was more mess to clean in the winter months, since they stayed in there longer. Between the cold, and the longer nights, the critters would stay in there for a while. Of course, making a mess was just a part of living! And sometimes not living! The alien's head tilted at the whine, unsure if that was a good sign, or a bad one. Presumably bad...

    The Judge, however, deemed the place to be clean! The alien's hands clasped together joyfully, staring back at the corpse and accepting what criticism he could give. "Of course, Sir! The troughs will be cleaned." Though maybe not right now. After scrubbing the floor and cleaning out the water, he was pretty done with cleaning anything in the barn. They returned to the meadow outside, and the Judge's method to check the animals for cleanliness was...a lot more unorthodox then his method for checking the barn. Of course, it was harder to check a bunch of animals then it was to check a building. Sitting himself down on the ground near Fear, Kev watched with wide eyes as Fear let out another eerie whistle, one that sent a chill up and down his spine.

    Each of the animals that he had cleaned were summoned, every sheep, llama, and Ordon goat. The strange part came about when they all reached the Judge and stood in a straight line! Kev loved his animals, but the animals were never that orderly. There was definitely some telepathic stuff going on right there. He did not mind though, and merely watched with a curious eye. The sheep made up the front of the line, with Llama and Chester in the back. When addressed, every furry animal in line stood still and at attention as Fear went down the line, overlooking the animals and combing through their fur. As Fear searched, Metus came to sit beside Kev and the alien gave his boxy head a few gentle rubs. Oscar would always be his favorite, having been the first of his dogs, but Metus was doing a good job of worming his way into the alien's heart.

    Next, the Judge commanded they assume the position, and at the command all of the sheep rolled onto their backs. The alien blinked and even glanced at Metus, confused by such an action before he saw Fear approached and grab at the hooves. Right, right. Once all six sheep had been inspected, they rolled themselves back upright and stayed in their place in line and Fear moved on to Llama. Taloned hands sorted through the giant puffy fur of Llama and he bent down to inspect the hooves. As he inspected Llama though, Kev leaned forward and watched closely. Though Fear had control of them, he was sure that Llama was going to be an incorrigible cad. The llama only ever really behaved for Leslie. He did behave, surprisingly, and Kev leaned back once more while Fear finished up with Chester. By the time Fear had finished, Metus had fallen asleep and Kev was giving the dog's neck and side several long, lazy strokes. He only looked back at Fear when addressed, at which point the alien straightened up with his arms at his sides. Judge Fear had come to his decision, and Kev had performed adequately! The Judge sounded so disappointed though...and he spoke as if he really didn't want to say Kev had done a good job. Must be the dirty troughs.

    Though what Fear said had struck something of a chord. First chore. That's right, he had more to do! Ay ay ay...at least he wasn't more exercise. The animals were dismissed and Kev picked himself off the ground, brushing off some grass before standing at attention like a soldier. The alien's fingers twitched for a moment, though he didn't seem to notice as he paid attention to his second chore. His second chore was...definitely not one he'd had before. Gathering up the manure and putting it all into a pile. A compost pile for gardening? "Huh...that's a good idea! Usually I just buy the manure in the baggies from the store!" He never really thought to collect the poop from the barn. With a nod to Fear, the alien made his way to the barn and grabbed out a metal rake. Wielding it with both hands, the alien began to collect up the manure he had shoved out of the barn. It definitely wasn't a perfect pile, bits of hay and feed stuck onto the manure. But it was poop! Poop was poop, and if it had some stuff stuck in it, that was fine. It certainly wasn't going to hurt the plants. Picking the rake proved to be a bad idea though; while great for leaves, manure was a lot less solid than leaves. It didn't take long for the alien to rinse the metal rake off and grab the shovel instead. Using it to again scoop up the piles collect them into one single pile, Kev soon took a step back and admired his work.

    ...His stinky, stinky work that was now just sitting right outside of the clean barn. "Hm..." For a moment, the shovel was abandoned, and the alien began to wander about the property, inspecting various areas. Where to put this...over by the wall? No, no, that stuck out...and definitely nowhere near the cottage! Inside the forest? Hmm, that was quite a bit of work to retrieve this manure for gardening...wait! That was it! With a snap of his fingers, the alien jogged over to the greenhouse and inspected the area of grass right behind it. After a few moments of scanning it, the alien nodded to himself and returned to the pile. Shovel in hand once more, he scooped up a shovelful of manure and carefully carried it to the spot behind the greenhouse. It took several trips, back and forth, and sometimes a bit of manure rolled out of the shovel despite his efforts. Kev went back for it when it did, however, and soon enough he had a pile of manure sitting behind the greenhouse. Out of immediate sight and away from the barn. "How's that, Sir?" All of that scooping and carrying had definitely tired his arms out though, especially after the morning he'd had, and he leaned on the shovel heavily. Hopefully the next chore was easy!


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Thu Jan 29, 2015 10:29 pm

    "Huh...that's a good idea! Usually I just buy the manure in the baggies from the store!"

    ...Scratch that previous thought about Kev having a compost pile, then.

    For a good forty-five minutes Kev schlepped all of his animals' manure back and forth, though the alien ought to have realized that a shovel was much better than a rake! He discovered the trade secret in due time, of course; after naturally exhausting further sweat and toil as he laboured away. Now, then! Where shall you store this great big pile of shit, Kev? You certainly couldn't store it near the barn, oh no. That's what the Dark Judge would nitpick about, see. And you certainly couldn't throw it over the wall like some soiled tosspot. The ghoul would no doubt give you a much-deserved lashing. So where you could store all of it, eh?

    After much deliberation and having walked around his property, Kev decided to grow a nice compost pile behind his glasshouse. That's right, his glasshouse. It's not like anyone could see through glass, right? Right! Summoned right on cue, Judge Fear magically re-appeared behind the weary alien.

    Don't ask, cadet.

    Magic.

    "Ssso," he began, peering right through the glasshouse. "You decided to keep your compossst pile behind thisss... rather transssparent building." Uh-huh. And how many thunks, exactly, did it take for you to choose this spot, cadet? Must not have been very many... It took all of Judge Fear's willpower not to snort at Kev's poor decision. Well, so long as the animals didn't go playing in a mound of feces, it wasn't the undead fiend's problem. "I sssuppossse that'll do." There's that word again: suppose. Was nothing ever to the Dark Judge's liking? He glanced back down at the alien and rasped, "Alright, time for your lassst chore. I want you to go back into the cottage and tidy up. The living room needsss dusssting, the windowsss are overdue for a wassshing, the kitchen tiling isss abhorrent, and you left a dirty bowl in the sssink. Terrible, cadet, that isss jussst terrible." You should be ashamed, really.

    A hardened yellow fingernail pointed at the kitchen door. "Get to it, cadet. That cottage isss to be jussst like the barn: ssspotlesssss." So don't dally around any longer and get to busting those scaly chops! And as for Metus, that lazy dog...

    Well, he was currently chasing that giant bone in the sky. He'll come around eventually.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 30, 2015 12:11 am

    Judge Fear wrote:"Ssso,"

    "AAH!" The alien's hands gripped the shovel tightly and he whipped right around, he did not notice Judge Fear's appearance until he had spoken! He didn't even make a sound when he appeared...magical Dark Judge powers were likely to blame. He looked up at the Judge and played it cool, before blinking and turning back to the greenhouse. "...Mmmmmm..." Judge Fear had a point, the damn compost pile could be seen right through the walls. Stupid greenhouse... "I may not have...thought that through." From behind, the potted plants seemed to hide the pile but from the front...well it was right there. A very big and obvious pile of brown. Thankfully, rather than make Kev move it all over again, the Judge deemed that it would do, again sounding rather hesitant about deciding such. But hey, he'd certainly take it! Though with a mental note to try and make the compost pile more...invisible.

    The last chore was given, he was to clean the inside of the cottage. Specifically, the Judge pointed out that the living room was to be dusted, the windows washed, the kitchen tiling scrubbed, and a dirty bowl he'd left...? Kev's head tilted before remembering his breakfast, giving the Judge a nod. "While I'm inside, I'll go ahead and give the animals their breakfast." He gave the Judge a weary nod and followed the fingernail as directed, walking to the cottage and stepping inside. First thing's first, he had to feed the dogs! Though Kev was surprised to find a very obviously nonchalant Marvin lingering in the kitchen and leaning on a wall. "...Marvin?"

    "Oh, I did not see you there, Kev." The robot's optics swiveled over to the alien, giving him a wave. "You were up...earlier then you usually are." There was something in the robot's tone...the alien nodded to him however, walking around to gather up the food bowls as the dogs and cat lingered around his ankles, begging.

    "Yeah, well, it's a part of that training stuff I was telling you about!" Kev deflected, scooping up the dog food and pouring it into the bowls, sliding the bowls across to the opposite walls to separate the dogs. No need for them to fight over food. The last to get her food was Shally, who waited patiently. Which meant she yowled and batted at his ankles.

    "Yes...the training sessions that involve him." Mmm, there was no mistaking the displeasure and bitterness. The alien's shoulders hunched before he reached down and placed Shally's bowl down where she could reach. He turned to face Marvin as he rolled the bags back up and put the ties back on.

    "He really isn't that bad-"

    "He is bossing you around and treating you like some sort of soldier!"

    "To make me stronger." The alien put his metaphorical foot down, staring the robot down. "Is that why you were in here? Were you watching us?" The robot's body tensed, before he gave Kev an uneasy nod. Kev ran a hand over his scalp and sighed. "I'm not mad that you were watching us, but you don't have to sneak around-"

    "I don't trust him." The robot's tone was firm and unyielding. The two stared at each other for a moment before the alien reached out and lightly grabbed the robot's larger hands. By now, he was pretty used to this. People did not trust Judge Fear, and he could see why. The Dark Judge was an admitted sadist. He wanted to destroy the entire world. He was a spirit inhabiting a decayed corpse! He had a ton of scary powers and his name was Judge Fear. The Judge did not exactly inspire much trust in people, but trust was one of several things that had been inspired in Kev. While the alien knew that the Judge and his views were...problematic, there were flashes of something else that he could see. That Livewire could see. Things that perhaps even the Dark Judge had forgotten were there.

    "Try to trust me...okay?" He gently urged. "I wouldn't be doing this if it wouldn't all be worth it in the end. I can't make you trust him, but just try to trust me and my judgement." The robot's fingers tightened around Kev's, glancing down at their entwined hands before looking back up at the alien and giving him a small nod.

    "Alright...but I still don't like him." That was the best they were going to get, and Kev knew not to push it. He gave Marvin a pleased and appreciative look before releasing his hands and making his way to the sink. The robot watched him, almost a little awkward. "You are cleaning the cottage now, yes?" He had heard as much with a wall between them, and the alien nodded as he lathered up a dishrag with soap. "Do you want me to assist you?" This time, Kev shook his head. "Alright...I'll go upstairs and...read." The alien made a noise of approval but was otherwise completely focused. There was work to be done!

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    Dirty breakfast bowl, done. Living room, dusted and swept. Windows, cleaned. And the kitchen tiles? The alien limply set himself down at the kitchen table and rested his head on it with a dull thunk. Scrubbed with a toothbrush. Not a toothbrush that belonged to anyone, but it got down between the creases rather well! The last chore had been completed, which meant it was now time to summon Judge Fear to inspect his work, like a soldier displaying his barracks. "Mmrrr....mrrraaagh..." Behold, the mating call of the Kryptonistanian. "Siiir...the cottage is cleeeeaned..."


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 30, 2015 1:37 am

    "I may not have...thought that through."

    You don't say?

    Kev left the Dark Judge where he magically found him - in the grassy backyard and currently holding up worse than a potato forgotten in a dark pantry corner. Smelly, grossly out of his place, and probably susceptible to growing little roots when one wasn't looking. Nevertheless, there was a solid reason as to why the ghoul refused to budge. He wasn't daft, see. And while his vision may be poor and his psychic senses limited to that of the living and mentally-able deceased, Judge Fear wasn't without his wits. Usually... No, no. There was something else in the cottage; something that loudly voiced its disapproval of the Dark Judge and his judicial philosophies. It went by one name and one name alone...

    Marvin.

    And the house droid was currently on Kev's distressed thoughts, no doubt voicing those same concerns at this very moment. A quiet mumble escaped the undead fiend's sinister helm. Wretched house droid... Though, he judicially did not have a "tiff", as it were, with Marvin. The house droid was simply a stubborn one, and would further distract Kev with its ignorant talk. Alas, alas... It would not be wise on Judge Fear's behalf to dispose of the plated obstacle. Marvin and he will merely have to put up with one another, respecting each other's space and unspoken agreements. What other choice was there? A burning desire to butt into the alien's conversation with Marvin intensified each passing second, but Judge Fear knew better. He was content to idly eavesdrop for now, logically surmising as to what was being discussed and whom. Him, of course. Marvin was not fond of him, and for a very bloody good reason. How come Kev couldn't see that? "Mm..."

    "Mmrrr....mrrraaagh... Siiir...the cottage is cleeeeaned..."

    Ah, such a fabulous mating call.

    Into the kitchen went the Dark Judge, his presence as chilly as it had been this morning despite the ghoul having spent the last hour and fifteen minutes in broad daylight. Noon, was it? Yes, it was close around noon. He eyed a limp Kev at the table, curious.

    But not curious enough to ask if the alien was all right. The undead fiend quietly shambled out from the kitchen, his leathery feet softly going - pat, pat, pat! - against ceramic tiling, and away he went to conduct his routine inspection. As with the barn and the animals, Kev had done a rather bang-up job. Rotten fingers brushed themselves upon furniture and upholstery alike, Judge Fear auditing the living room's entirety with a harsh, critical set of ethereal eyes. Let nothing escape his vigilant gaze! When he found everything to his general liking and believed Kev's dusting at least up to par, he went about examining the windows. Ah, not a single spot or streak. Very good! Though he wasn't quite pleased to note his own reflection peering back at him... Bad memories, you know? The Dark Judge abruptly closed the blinds and curtains, not bothering with the windows after that. Instead, he hobbled back into the kitchen and glanced around to admire how clean the kitchen tiling looked. And felt, too! Not too bad, cadet, not too bad... Guess you were expecting a bit of a reward, then.

    "Very well. I hereby deem thisss cottage sssomewhat decent." Can't be too liberal with praise, now, can we? As for that reward... There was the sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing, two decent-sized bowls nearly filled to the brim with... well, hopefully edible foodstuff. They were placed before Kev's fingers, the right mixture a brownish-pink and the other a dark-green porridge.

    Mm, didn't that sound appetizing? It was like something straight out of an Ashen's video.

    Finished offering the alien his afternoon meal, the Dark Judge turned around and got about starting a nice pot of tea. Reckon that would go great with lunch, wouldn't it? A generous cup of rich, invigourating antioxidants for the growing cadet, mm...
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 30, 2015 2:19 am

    The only mating call that came close to Kev's great mating call included the words 'leedle leedle leedle lee'. A chill materialized through the kitchen, the feeling sending another chill up his spine. Kev moved his head to look at the Judge, head still flat on the table. Judge Fear was very quiet as he moved about, though not so eerily quiet. The alien was going to be alright, he was merely tired. Noontime and already tired! Sign of a hard day's work, that. The Judge moved between the living room and the kitchen, inspecting the area and making sure Kev had done his chores rather than plopping on the couch and putting his feet up.

    Unlike with the barn, the alien was not quite hanging on the Judge's every word and watching him intently as he inspected. He was content to stay in this chair and feel like a pat of butter melting on some pancakes. Though once the Judge gave his verdict, the alien did lift his head to give Fear a nod. Somewhat decent! He thought it was a lot more like 'really decent', but he wouldn't argue. The Judge approached the fridge and opened it, withdrawing two bowls. Right, right, this was lunch! The alien inclined his head at Fear, mumbled "Thank you, Sir." and looked down to inspect his luncheon meal! ...It was definitely colorful. A...brownish bowl of...stuff and a dark green one. Shrugging to himself, Kev pulled off his gloves and dipped his hands into the mixtures, one for each bowl. It definitely felt...cold. Ooh, but was that some tea that Fear was making? The alien kept to his table, eating his lunch but watching with suddenly attentive eyes. He could definitely go for a spot of tea.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 30, 2015 3:05 am

    Aha, thought that would get your attention... Who could resist a fresh cuppa, honestly? It may not be much and it might not hit all the spots, but it'll be pleasant enough. A piping-hot cup was soon brought over to an eating Kev to enjoy, prepared just how the alien liked it. Guh, even with the bloody honey. How anyone could ruin their tea like that was beyond the ghoul. Judge Fear had himself a seat across Kev, in a wooden chair two sizes too small, and wrapped a few spindly fingers around his custom teacup. Best Solution... Got him every time, it did. "You've got roughly twenty-two minutesss to enjoy the ressst of your lunch break," he hissed. A half hour to unwind wasn't bad for the alien, considering. "After that, we ssshall proceed with your mental and ssspiritual exercisssesss." That, however, was definitely bad. No one should ever trust something so wicked and corrosive as a Dark Judge to train their mind and soul.

    But hey, there was a first for everything, wasn't there? Like the two of them enjoying a cup of tea in relative silence, for instance. Judge Fear was polite enough to glance away while pointedly refraining to look at any and all windows. You wouldn't want to see that, cadet, trust him.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 30, 2015 4:00 pm

    Kev wiggled his fingers in his bowls of goop, it tasted like the brownish mixture was some sort of meat. The green, probably vegetables of some kind! It was a bit strange to have pureed meat, heck, it was strange to be 'eating' twice in one day, but he had no complaints. The Judge brought over a nice cup of tea, piping hot and...he sniffed the air briefly, honey! "Thank you, Sir." Fear had his own cup of tea, a very distinct cup that he'd gotten from Livewire on Christmas. Kev nodded his head, twenty-two minutes should be enough time! He did, however, stiffen up at the mention of the mental and spiritual exercises. He'd nearly forgotten about them...Kev wiped a hand on a napkin before using it to grab his cup closer, blowing on it and averting his eyes while Fear drank his own cup.

    Physical exercises were one thing. Sure, he wasn't used to this type of exercise, and his body was definitely sore from it, but his body had been through many things. He'd been stabbed through the chest, in the chest, operated on in a hackjob-ish manner, shot in the face, had his body mutated, his arm broken several times, his nose broken many times, had a chunk ripped out of his side and eaten, had his feet burned up and eaten by the stomach acids of a sea monster, been squished underneath the body of an Elite, been electrified and slammed into glass hard enough to knock him out...and those were all of the things that he'd been through and lived! As much as these exercises hurt and strained, he knew his body had been through worse, and it gave him the energy to persevere.

    These mental and spiritual exercises, however...he'd been through many things, but it still felt a lot more out of his reach. He didn't feel in control at all, and it was definitely scary. Especially since he had talked with Judge Fear, and the Dark Judge had told Kev that he was going to break him in order to put him back together. Breaking his body was one thing, but breaking his mind or his spirit...a lot more unfamiliar to the alien. Deeming the tea sufficiently cooled, he slowly dipped his fingers in it and relaxed as he absorbed the tea and honey, relaxing. He was content to let these next twenty two minutes pass by in silence.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Fear on Fri Jan 30, 2015 4:19 pm

    Ah, the joys of physical pain... So fleeting and ephemeral, yet nothing like the anguish of a soul. None of what Kev had experienced in the past - none of it - would amount to even a single second of mental torture.

    In the mind, where imagination and dreams became law, the fabric of time and space themselves could be stretched unto eternity. If the Dark Judge so wanted, he could make a paltry handful of seconds seem like a grueling stretch of thousands upon thousands of years. A trifle feat, honestly. Were you looking forward to that, Kev? He certainly was, and soon those twenty-two minutes will no longer protect you from the inevitable.

    Two feet in the bed, remember?

    "Return to the backyard and ssstand at attention once ready," the ghoul rasped, his grave voice disrupting the otherwise tranquil silence. He got up with a creaky start and rigidly went about his business: tucking in the chair, putting away his emptied teacup, returning the teapot and kettle to their proper locations, and so forth and so forth. Must set a good example for the cadet, no? "Do not be late, cadet. You know the penalty by now." And thus, like a swollen grey cloud on an otherwise sunny day, the Dark Judge left Kev to his privacy and took his unnatural chill with him. Drink up, cadet. Drink up, because you were promised no luxuries for the next three hours.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 1 - 3]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jan 30, 2015 6:51 pm

    Ah yes, joys. All of the physical pain Kev had been through were joys. The alien was definitely not that type of masochist. Just because he could charge his way through some pain and battle through it definitely did not mean it was a joyous occasion. If he could turn back time, he'd keep most of that pain from ever happening. This day was probably only halfway done at the most, and it felt like an entire day had passed. He still had a lot of mental and spiritual pain to 'look forward to', and it was something he'd have to deal with for the next few months as well. Needless to say, Kev was beginning to feel antsy, now.

    Judge Fear suddenly spoke up again, informing Kev that when he was done he was to return to the backyard. The alien gave him a small nod to show he understood. The Judge took care of his dishes before he gave Kev another raspy warning not to be late. Yeeeah, no, he did not want to do anymore push-ups. He gave the Dark Judge a nervous laugh and another nod. "Of course, of course. I will not be late!" The Judge shuffled off, Kev not sure what he was going to do until it was time. He focused on his tea and his bowls instead, even rubbing some of the goop onto his arms to help speed it up a bit. After the bowls had been rendered empty and the tea finished, the alien took his dishes to the sink and washed them. Judge Fear hadn't exactly appreciated the dirty bowl from this morning, after all. By the time he was finished, it was about time for him to go outside. Sleeves pulled back down and gloves back on, the alien marched outside to the backyard and stood at attention. Though he still felt an anxious thrum in his chest. How hard was this going to be? Was he going to get through it or would he end this training sobbing like a baby?


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