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    A Promise is a Promise

    Post by Fear on Thu Feb 26, 2015 1:01 am

    Time: Evening (before 2100)
    Date: July 29th, 0005



    Words had been exchanged.

    A promise forged in the fires of a dubious partnership.

    Across the boulevard facing Portal Breach's only inn stood Judge Fear, a towering corpse of unnatural proportions. An otherworldly chill entombed the Dark Judge in ice, malaise both his shroud and a weapon. Not for tonight, however. And not for the inhabitants of the Stock Pot Inn, though the undead fiend desperately wished it so. Leathery soles quietly shambled atop cooled blacktop as he stiffly made his way to the other side...

    Ah, the Stock Pot Inn. Never before had the Dark Judge graced such a place. Cozy and fitted with all the bells and whistles potential tenants may desire, they held no such pleasure for Judge Fear. The ghoul ignored all the warmth and comfort the inn's lobby brought, and instead hobbled his way toward its counter. Metal links noisily rattled as he came to rest, his rotten hands resting upon varnished wood. Yellowed fingernails audibly tapped against it. "Greetingsss," rasped an ethereal voice, its sheer volume enough to resonate through wall and ceiling. "I have come to deliver a letter, and I wisssh it received posssthassste to Room 134." Judge Fear fussed not over who would hear, only that his mission to this iniquitous city be fulfilled. As for what it was...

    There was the slight crinkling of paper and an envelope was soon placed onto the counter. It was dirtied and covered in a sickly-green fluid, but it otherwise refrained from disintegrating into a soggy mess. A thin layer of ghostly mist radiated from its tarnished surface.

    He alas could not stay, for the night was young and there was justice's work to be done.

    Judge Fear pivoted upon his ragged heels and left, not one to entertain conversation at the moment. For that, you see, was reserved for a certain Miss Kitty...



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    Re: A Promise is a Promise

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Thu Feb 26, 2015 9:00 am

    The bell above the entrance door jingled merrily as the visitor entered and Link looked up, blinked, opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it as nothing in particular came to mind for voicing out (not that he could speak words anyway). He settled for a puzzled wave. He had heard of the Dark Judge in passing, but he must admit this was the first time he had ever seen him?


    The judge’s greeting was answered with an acknowledging (and curious) nod, then he explained why he was here. Delivering a letter? Ah, that was a task Link was very familiar with back in his Great Sea days. Very well, he will help with the delivery of …. er…. the… letter… it was covered in some sort of fluid and Link was not very sure what to make of it.


    Oh don’t fuss, boy. For all he knew the judge probably just tripped and accidentally dropped it in a puddle on the way here. A puddle couldn’t harm anybody. It’s just a very… green puddle. Was it even hygienic to touch it? Should he scrub the counter later once the letter was removed from its surface?


    Link nodded again to confirm he will pass the letter to the requested room, trying not to let his hesitance shine through.


    Once the visitor was gone, Link carefully picked the letter up, holding it delicately like it would crumble away if you breathed on it wrong and do his best not to frown the fluid on his hand now. Post-haste was the instruction and post-haste it was going to be. The innkeeper knocked on Skyler and Livewire’s room and handed the letter over to the occupant who answered his evening call.

    ((You may presume Link had left after delivering the letter, or if you would like him to stay, that's okay too :3 Whichever works better with you.))
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    Re: A Promise is a Promise

    Post by Skyler on Sat Feb 28, 2015 7:13 pm

    The same time Fear came into the inn, the resident cyborg was hunched over a book, a pencil hovering over a page. Skyler was pulled away from the book as she felt something cold press against her leg. This was followed by a whine and the sound of claws hitting the kitchen floor. Sitting on a seat in the kitchen, the cyborg looked down at her dog, Butch. Having gotten his owners attention, Butch whined again. Skyler frowned at her dogs antics. Usually when Skyler was sitting in silence, Butch was too, unless he wanted something. "You can't possible have to go out again," she said as she put the pencil down and twirled around on the chair to look at him. Butch did not agree with his owners assessment. With a small bark, he paced in a circle and whined some more. Skyler smiled despite herself. "Fine, fine. Just gimme a minute."

    Sliding off her seat, the young adult slid into her and Livewire's bedroom and reached for her shoes. Penny looked up from her spot in her dog bed. Seeing that her owned did want anything, she laid her head back down. Plopping onto the bed, she was assaulted again as James unfurled himself from his pile of blankets and licked her face. "Not now James. I'm a lil' busy." Having none of it, James moved to tackle her. It only took one look from his owner for him to decide against it. Instead he whined and looked up at her with pleading eyes. Penny looked up again and if Skyler did not know any better, she'd say that she was laughing at her brother. Skyler could only roll her eye as she reached down and pet James. "Once I'm done with yer big bro, I'll come cuddle. You too, Penny." Penny looked unfazed by this, but James had perked back up. Slipping her other shoe on, Skyler came back out to find Butch already by the door, leash in his mouth. He was pacing in a circle and whining. The cyborg shoot her head just as there was a knock.

    Skyler frowned in confusion. She had not invited anyone ever. In case Butch decided to bolt in his haste to leave the room, she snapped the leash onto his collar. "Sit. Stay." Butch did just that, sitting without so much as a huff. More than she could as of Penny or, god forbid, James.

    Opening the door revealed none other than the inns very own innkeeper. Skyler smiled at him and leaned against the door frame. Butch barked at him in greeting. "Oh! Hey, Link." She was about to ask him why he was there when the letter-if you could even call it that, what with it being so dead looking- he was holding. He didn't usually make a habit of delivering her mail, so she assumed it was important. She took it from his outstretched hand, seeming to not be bothered by whatever was on the letter.

    The cyborg was itching to tear open the letter. Something about it was oddly familiar, though she could not quite put her finger on it. Something about the way it was delivered. Skyler's next words were lost as Butch decided he'd had enough of the waiting game. The dog got up and and started pulling slightly at the leash and gave his owner pleading eyes. "I was 'bout to let him out," she explained as Butch whined and pulled on the leash again. He didn't get up from his spot on the floor. "I'll just uh, look at this after I let him out..." She moved to leave the apartment, closing the door behind her. Link was welcome to walk with her, as she was going towards the buildings entrance.
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    Re: A Promise is a Promise

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Fri Mar 06, 2015 7:28 am

    And walk with her Link did. He accompanied Skyler all the way back to the lobby, where he waved and nodded his goodbye before going back into his office to finish of the work for the night. Well, at least, he planned to get straight back to work, but one look at his outstretched hand as he reached for a document reminded him that he had just touched a letter with unknown substance covering it. Maybe work could wait until he made a trip to the bathroom for a good thorough hand wash.

    A few minutes later, with fresh squeaky clean hands, the boy resumed the last of his paperwork, all the while trying not to wonder too hard about what the contents of the letter could have been.
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    Re: A Promise is a Promise

    Post by Skyler on Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:50 pm

    Skyler was content to simply walk beside Link in silence. She held the letter outstretched in front of her, doing her best to make sure whatever was on the letter would not drip onto the floor. She still could not quite place what was familiar about the letter. Not much thought process was really put into why it was. Walking a tad bit in front of his owner, Butch lifted his head up as high as he could and sniffed at the letter. He shook his head. If he were not a dog, he would have stuck his tongue out and made a "bleh" sound. Instead, he sneezed and growled at it. To passify her dog, the cyborg scratched his head. Butch stopped growling immediately.

    Nodding to Link as he got back to work, Skyler headed out into the day. She allowed for Butch to lead her around until he came to a good spot. As he got his business taken care of, Skyler looked back down at the letter, then back up at her dog. He was going to be a while, she mused. Butch liked to sniff around and find the perfect spot to mark his territory. With him distracted, Skyler started to peel open the letter. She did not feel any sense of foreboding even as she opened up the letter. The young adult blinked.

    Scribbles.

    Someone had sent her scribbles?

    No, not scribbles. Cursive. She could not read cursive very well. She had tried her hand at writing with it, and reading it, but lost interest when she realized nothing was even in cursive. Skyler's eyes ran down the length of the letter. Nothing was obvious to her except for one word; Lwew---. No, no, Luewire? Skyler squinted at the word, following the curves of the letters as best she could.

    Livewire.

    Livewire's name stood out like a beacon and Skyler could only stare down at it. As for the rest of the card, she had no idea what it even said. The lines all blurred together, the words seemingly nonexistent. She clenched a fist. There was a bad omen with this letter. It didn't help that she became increasingly aware of how long it had been since she'd last seen her sister. She almost did not want to read the letter at all. It could be simply that Livewire was busy somewhere else, but then why would she have someone else send a letter? She would have said something if she was just hanging out with someone else. There was a chance something was wrong. It was not a chance that the cyborg even wanted to think about, yet she found herself unable to think it could be anything else.

    Her anxieties were made worse by the fact she couldn't even understand the letter. It always grated on her nerves when she was reminded...

    Butch pushed his nose against Skyler's leg, drawing her out of her thoughts. The grip on her hand loosened and she saw she had been crushing the letter. Butch nudged her again, looking for pets. Skyler smiled somewhat sadly down at him.

    "Come on Butch, let's get back to the room." Back to the quiet, silent room. The room that only house three dogs and a cat. The room that didn't have Livewire in it. She walked passed Link's desk, eyes downcast. Skyler found herself not wanting to go back to her room. She did not trust her reaction to whatever was in the letter. "Change of plans." Butch looked up to her as they walked, silent as he usually was. "Yer goin' back to the room. I'm...goin' somewhere else." Butch made a rumbling noise in his throat, as if he were saying he understood. This thought calmed her, if only a little bit. Inwardly, she felt an odd pain in the pit of her stomach.

    Before she knew it, master and pet were standing in front of her door. She unlocked it and pushed Butch in. The leash was unhooked and she patted his head again. The feeling of his fur on her hand felt relieving. She played a bit with the longer hairs on his head. Reluctantly, she pulled away.

    It was not until she was back out in the hall, standing in front of her door did she realize she had no idea where to go.



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