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    Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:11 pm

    "Mm..." Mild surprise gradually became unspoken satisfaction.

    Little over a month ago the alien would have faltered or begrudgingly complied. Now, he welcomed each new challenge as if it were a friend and simply kept going. Whatever mistakes he made, whatever he obstacle he faced... They were nothing in the path of this determined, improved Kev-Mak-Tarr. Such a difference six weeks make, no? Imagine, then, what fifteen years of rigorous training would have yielded. Perhaps one of the greatest killing forces Portal Breach had ever seen. Or, perhaps, a stalwart protector that could oppose mortal and spirit alike... Let it be known that the alien wasn't the only one that enjoyed a good challenge. Ah, but let us concern ourselves with present matters for the time being.

    By the time Kev had finished his a great bulk of his weight training and silently desired a break, the sun had already rose over the far distant horizon. Blimey, the alien probably didn't even realize it; that's how intense his workout had been. With the star's gentle morning rays came the awakening world. Field vermin skittered about in the meadow and a few colourful birds happily shared their cheery songs with those around them. Spring was undoubtedly right around the corner.

    Judge Fear was not one for such... vitality in the seasons. Winter's dreariness will sorely be missed.

    "Sss..." Along with liberally handing out punishments whenever the alien failed to complete his objectives. Alas, can't always have your cake and eat it too. "Ssset assside your weightsss for the day. You are finissshed with them." commanded the Dark Judge. "You know what isss to come next. Give me double and ssstart on your count, cadet." There was no longer a need to shepherd Kev between the usual stations; after six weeks of grueling exercises and a fairly predictable regimen, he ought to capable enough to go about the ol' song-and-dance by himself. Alas, there will come a time where he would no longer need the ghoul entirely... One day, one day. But surely not on this morning, for there was still much to be done. That barbell wasn't going to lift itself, cadet.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Thu Mar 05, 2015 8:51 pm

    The outside world was momentarily forgotten while he performed his exercises, focusing on his body and the grass beneath his feet, the dumbbells in his hands. It was only once he was allowed to set them aside that the alien blinked into awareness and realized that the sun was already rising. Sunlight draped across the sky, furry critters were crawling about and birds chirped in the air. The alien rolled his arms, rubbing them down before looking to his instructor. Kev nodded to him. "Yes, sir." Yes, he remembered what came next. Pull-ups at the tree were next, and after that was the bench press. Those two exercises would mark the end of physical training, unless the Judge had any special surprises cooked up. Afterwards would be a chore of some kind, and then it would be lunchtime. Huh...he hadn't realized how much time had passed.

    With the dumbbells done with for the day, Kev left them where they lay and made his way over to the tree instead, where the barbell hung between branches in the air. Rubber grippers in place for him to grab, and several other branches for him to hang his clothes. The alien slid his outer jacket off, realizing that perhaps he should have thought to remove it before using the barbells. Too late now. Using the hood of the jacket, he hooked it on the branch and pulled his hat off as well. That was also hung on a branch. Not a single article of clothing was laying on the grass. The alien could feel the sun shine on his head, the area of his body that was uncovered and fully able to soak up the sun, and he took a deep breath in as he approached the bar. Pull-ups were still rather challenging...he reached up and grasped the rubber grips, fingers digging in. He had to do double, as before, which meant he'd be doing six sets of ten. ...Whoo boy. He still had time, though, there was no rush! Just this, the bench press, chores, and then it'd be lunchtime. And the sun had only just come up! Kev's grip tightened on the bars as he lifted his feet off of the ground, leaving only his arms to support him. He began to flex and pull, pulling his body upwards as he took a deep breath out at the same time. Once he reached the top of the bar, chin hovering above it, his arms locked into place. He held himself up, for five seconds, arms shaking slightly as he did. After reaching his inner count of five, the alien breathed in. "One." He lowered back down, barely reaching the bottom of his lift before he lifted himself right back up again. He kept his breath even, and he didn't have to focus so hard on not dropping himself or losing his grip. His arm muscles were tense, that was for sure...but he didn't feel like every time he lowered himself, he was risking losing his place or falling flat onto the ground.

    Even with such progress, the process was slow. The alien did not rush or hurry, and he kept an even pace of lifting himself up to the bar and lowering himself again. It was as predictable as a heart beat, for those that had heart beats anyway. Eventually he began to reach the end of his sets, still lifting and lowering and holding himself up for five seconds. His muscles tensed up more, feeling little shocks and twinges in the tissue, but he focused on lifting, and on the sunlight. The sunlight felt rather nice... "Nine..." One more, he could do it. He could do this! His chin lifted up over the bar, hovering as he counted to five in his head. One, two, three, four, five- "Six! I-I mean ten!" Rather then drop down unceremoniously, the alien lowered himself until his feet could find the ground, and smoothly released the bar. The alien rubbed his forearms and rolled his shoulders, but otherwise seemed ready to go to the makeshift bench press.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:24 pm

    "Six! I-I mean ten!"

    "Mm..." Lucky save, cadet, lucky save.

    Numerical blunder aside, Kev continued to impress as he yet again fulfilled his instructor's demands without fail. If the alien was expecting praise or a friendly clap on the back, or even verbal recognition for hanging up his outerwear... "That will do," Judge Fear rasped, already shambling away. Kev should know by this point that his "instructor" wasn't a fan of niceties. Leathery feet stood facing the headrest of a makeshift bench, skeletal fingers curling. "Retrieve the barbell and approach, cadet. It isss time for your bench pressss, where you are to give me double." And as with before, during week four and upward, a psychic whisper dispersed throughout the void. Two fluffy bodies at once came running, Percy waddling behind the ever-spry Biddy. Oscar and Shally were mysteriously absent.

    Thinking to covet the right bucket for herself, Biddy hopped in while Percy clumsily rolled himself into the other. Both of Kev's beloved pets looked up at him expectantly, perhaps unsure about whether or not he could really lift their combined weight. Only one way to find out, and standing around like an upright stiff wasn't accomplishing a damn thing!
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Fri Mar 06, 2015 12:28 am

    'That will do' was plenty satisfying for today. It still marked improvement on Kev's behalf. Judge Fear had already made his way to the bench, instructing for Kev to grab the barbell and lift it out of the tree. Giving the Judge a small nod, Kev reached over and lifted it up, over the branches. Carrying it over to the bench, Kev placed it down before climbing his way onto the bench, getting his back situated while the buckets were attached to the end, as well as the 'weights'. Though in the spirit of shaking things up a bit, Judge Fear had not used Shally, Percy, and Oscar for this one. Oh no...Percy came, definitely, and waddled his way into the left bucket. The right bucket, however...Kev gave Biddy a wide-eyed stare before turning his face upwards to stare up at his instructor. Biddy? The...English sheepdog? The alien winced visibly, eyes darting towards Biddy again. "A-alright sir. Six sets of ten, on the way!" Kev took a deep breath in, steadying himself, before he grabbed the rubber grips and pushed upwards.

    Immediately, the right side of the bar wobbled and Kev struggled to keep it steady. The two dogs were rather different in terms of weight, and frankly, he felt like the right side was about to plummet down onto the ground! "Hngh...hnnngh!" The alien's arms shook and trembled before finally finding some type of ground, Kev panting slightly as he lifted the bar as he was supposed to, before bringing it back down to hold it above himself, keeping the position for five seconds before he lifted up again. This cycle continued, until the first set was finished. At that point, he held the bar up for Judge Fear to hoist up, taking a brief breather and to rub his right arm. Until Percy was replaced with a sheep, he was probably going to be favoring his left hand over the right...alas, there were five more sets to do. Kev motioned for the bar and continued his reps, pausing after each set. The further in his reps he went, the steadier he began to feel at holding Biddy's weight, though towards the end there were a few moments where the bar wobbled in his grip and threatened to tip over. Perhaps by the end of the week, he'd improve. A good amount of time came and went before the alien was finished, holding the bar above his chest for one last head count of five and one single, last count of "Ten.". The time went by rather silently, with no complaining, no put-downs and certainly no attempts to get Judge Fear to kill him. Kev again rolled his shoulders, primarily the right one, before he moved to sit up and off of the bench.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 06, 2015 1:57 am

    Biddy was no pile of feathers, was she? The alien's wince had not gone unnoticed. Not much ever did when your eyes no longer remembered fatigue. "Whatever isss the matter, cadet?" Just listen to that smooth, pleased tone. It had taken a while, longer than the Dark Judge had predicted, but it seemed he finally managed to find Kev's breaking point. After all, the beloved English sheepdog had to have been easily over eight stones! Percy was nothing to disregard as well, that tubby thing... But, as the ghoul happily awaited Kev's guaranteed failure, content to remain his spotter, such a horrific fate never reached fruition.

    One set passed. And then a second, a third, a fourth! Each successful repetition had the Dark Judge feeling less and less complacent, and whatever foul smile hidden upon his features quickly vanished.

    How!

    How could the alien have bench-pressed over ten stones worth of dog!?

    But the alien sure did, alright. He proved his instructor wrong and even finished his fifth and sixth sets, much to Judge Fear's chagrin. "Hmph..." No smart comment for you today, cadet. You completed your exercise fair and square, but next time you won't be underestimated. Next time he was going to break you. "Enough, enough," he rasped, effortlessly holding the barbell as if it were weightless. Sleepy dogs included. "I have no other exercisssesss to offer at thisss time. Your choresss are next, cadet." If Judge Fear sounded a pinch disappointed, that's because he was. Though he was loathe to internally admit, Kev really took the Dark Judge's previous words to heart. About surpassing expectations, that is. He could respect that. He could. Now, what chore to give... Aha! The Dark Judge knew just the perfect one. You ready, cadet? Of course you were. You didn't have a say in the matter!

    "Watching you go about your exercisssesss had me breaking out in a sssweat." Corpse humour. He rested the barbell behind his head and atop his shoulders, arms weaved around it and dangling by the elbows. Biddy and Percy glanced around nervously, neither having reached such a height before. "However, I think you can do better. For today'sss chore, cadet, I want you to go around your property'sss ssstone perimeter and fix up all the rough ssspotsss. How you do it?" Here came the kicker and Judge Fear's grin returned. Not that Kev would had the luxury of seeing it. "Beatsss me, cadet. I am certain that there are a few good ssstonesss around the place."

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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:49 pm

    "Oh, nothing! Nothing is the matter, sir!" Kev had been through this training session long enough to know that saying something was hard was only going to make things worse. If Kev were to tell the Judge that he had doubts about lifting Biddy, he would not get a pat on the head and cooing reassurance that they would try another day. Instead, either he would be instructed to do more presses, or the Judge would add a sheep to Percy's bucket! Maybe even two sheep. In the interest of not adding even more work, trouble, and possible demerits, the alien kept his mouth shut. Judge Fear could probably hear his doubts anyway, with his telepathy. Doubts and all, however, the alien managed to pull himself through and finish his exercises. The Judge took the barbell and held it effortlessly, and Kev stood at attention, though a hand was rubbing and kneading at his right shoulder. He might have put a bit too much effort into it, because the arm was quite sore, but at least it had been done. Kev took Judge Fear's reaction to mean that he'd done a good job. Chores were next, and Kev cast a quick glance around his property, trying to guess what chores he may have. Clean the kitchen? The barn? Hmm...

    Kev's gaze turned back to his instructor, the alien's eyes widening a bit as the Judge held the barbell over his shoulders. It reminded him of a yoke. The humor almost went unnoticed, Kev focusing more on how nervous the dogs were to be at such a height. Careful with his babies, now... "Rough...spots?" The alien blinked and stole a glance at the stone fence. His chore was to survey the stone wall and fix up any rough patches? The Judge suggested he use stones, and Kev rubbed his chin with his left hand. "I'd...guess I could find some...stones." Oh boy...that was a lot of stone wall to overlook and repair. "Alright sir, I'll get started on my chore." With an uneasy bow and another glance at the dogs hanging from the barbell, Kev decided to start with the parts of the fence that were closest to the woods. Around the very edges of the fence, there were a few stones that had loosened and fallen to the ground, grouped around the bottom of the stone and by this point, covered by some vegetation. In all of these years, the alien really hadn't given the stone fence much attention. As long as it was up, still resembled a fence, he really didn't mind or care. Now, it seems, that ignorance was going to bite him in the bruuka.

    Kev kneeled down and began to pull the rocks loose from the grass and weeds that had grown around them, parting them with a good yank and wiping the dirt off of the stones. Once he got the small pile of stone relatively debris free, he grabbed the stones and stacked them back on top of the edge of the fence where they had been, in the first place. The very ends of the stone fence were the easiest to fix, as well as the most obvious 'rough parts'. Eventually he had to move on though...Kev squinted at the fence, before he stood and began to walk his way down the fence, walking slowly. The fence always looked like it was made up of several stones stacked up together anyway, so it made sense that some of the stones would be moved aside or disheveled. One or two displaced stones were easy to spot across the perimeter, and he returned to the creek to find stones from the creek-bed and replace them. Around the middle of the fence though, he found an area that...probably counted as more then just a rough spot. Kev had never thought about it before, it was just a part of the fence, but now that he had to fix up the fence for a chore, he winced as he came up to the area. The stones for that area, particularly the big ones that made up the bottom, looked like they were 'a heavy bruuka planting itself on the top of the fence' away from completely falling apart. The very top of it was also several layers of stones below the top of the area around it, which made the alien squint.

    "Mmm..." He was probably going to have to take this patch apart and put it back together so it didn't look so haphazard. Starting from the very top, and making sure not to take the whole fence down with him, he began to pull the stone apart and set it off to the side. Around the edges, a few of the stones came loose when he didn't want them too. They folded in like a house of cards...but at least the whole fence didn't come apart. Kev just took the loosened stones and set them around himself in a semi-circle. Once he reached the large stones that made up the base for that area of the fence, he stooped over the fence and began to shimmy the larger stones around, reorganizing them to make for a more stable base for the fence. A few times, as he moved the stones around, a few creepy crawlies crawled out of the spaces between stones. Apparently the alien had disturbed their 'home', and the alien was quick to step back and let them scurry away. The lizards that scurried out, he regarded with a bit more honest interest. Probably found their way in there to keep warm and hibernate. Once he was sure that his work wasn't going to be interrupted again by the wildlife, he got back to it. Soon, the large stones were maneuvered to make a workable base, and Kev began to piece the stones back on top of it. It was a lot like putting a puzzle together. ...If the puzzle pieces were jagged, strange, and didn't necessarily fit together naturally.

    Even as he got the area stacked back up, even the edges that had unintentionally fallen out, there was still the issue of this patch of fence being so many layers below the area of fence around it. A problem, but not an impossible one. The alien merely stood up, and walked back to the creek once more. His eyes scanned the creek-bed until he found some stones that could be removed. Stones that wouldn't leave the creek bed looking empty, hollow and destroyed. He even reached into the actual creek to grab some of the stones on the bottom, giving a slight shiver at the coolness of the creek at this time of the morning. At least it tasted rather nice...a nice pile of rock now gathered, he grabbed as many as he could get into his arms and carried them back to the area of fence he was working on, stacking them across the top and trying to make the pieces interlock to make a stable fence. It was like the difference between slapping frosting on a cake, and spreading the frosting with a knife. He made one more trip back to the creek to retrieve any of the stones he had been unable to carry for the first trip, and only once the last stone was set, the top of the fence now equal, did the alien lean on his fence and slowly edge himself down into a sitting position. "Phew..." He stretched and rolled his arms, legs stretching out in front of himself as he rested against the stone wall. Any moment, his instructor would return, and decide if he'd done a good job with the fence or not.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:55 pm

    Walk around the fence and repair it... Bloody brilliant chore!

    There was nothing a good back-breaking task couldn't achieve, and Kev was finding this out the hard way. As it should be, Judge Fear opined. Truthfully, the undead fiend had blanked when it came to deciding today's busywork; everything else had become relatively spotless over the course of six weeks! The glasshouse was prim and proper, the cottage exterior and interior was looking the best it had ever been, and just... well, everything! The Dark Judge could have Kev get on his knees and scrub the kitchen tiling with a toothbrush oh so many times before it just became plain boring. Though, if he were to be cruel, the ghoul could have simply asked his little helper to sweep sunlight off the back patio... Ah, perhaps for another day. It was too late to change direction now.

    Coarse wicker fibers groaned softly as Judge Fear had himself a chair, the worn joints in his host's grotesque body welcoming this reprieve. It was rather lovely out here, in Kev's outside seating area... Very relaxing, you know? He crossed both twiggy arms over his emaciated chest and fancied himself a mock-yawn. Hmm, perhaps too relaxing... How long had it been since the Dark Judge purged a sinner? Damn near seven weeks, he reckoned.

    A travesty, truly. But all in due time, all in due time...

    As it stood, Judge Fear was in no rush to hurry things along. What for? Time was on their side and haste encouraged sloppy mistakes. Getting trapped within a wine bottle with two other irritable spirits was not an experience Judge Fear wished to repeat anytime soon. No, they were going to take this slow. They were going to do this right. Even if it were just both he and his brother left to carry on the good work, the two of them had enough shared brains to concoct a scheme. And a fairly good one, too. They simply needed to be patient and sow the seeds of a promising harvest. Sorry, Kev; he liked you, he really did, but orders were orders. Don't take it too personally, alrig - "Percy, no."

    Percy, yes. The roly-poly dog came toddling out of nowhere and sat upon Judge Fear's disgusting feet, happily panting away. And where there was one... In the next two minutes the ghoul found himself covered in fluff; Percy at his feet, Biddy near the small of his back (she pushed him, the cheeky dog!), and Shally upon his lap as she purred up a storm. To make matters even worse, a certain Great Dane wanted in. "Not you too, Metusss!"

    Sigh.

    And so there Judge Fear sat, yellowed talons rigidly stroking Shally's tortoise shell fur and further regretting his past decisions. Just think about those weapons of mass destruction... They were worth all the imaginary tears in the world. The only one of Kev's animals who didn't wish to join was Oscar; now that was a dog who harboured an extreme dislike of the ghoul within his breast. Smart fellow, except when he tried to run off with Judge Fear's toes... Awful little terror. "Do not get too comfortable," he hissed to the motley lot. "When I acquire thossse weaponsss and drown thisss iniquitousss world in nuclear hellfire, you will not be privileged enough for ssscratchiesss. And Percy, can you pleassse ssstop drooling on my leathersss? Misssss Valentine isss rather expensssive." Though she does a superb job. And Christ, was Kev finished with his chore yet!?

    Portal-X must have answered the ghoul's prayers, for not long after that thought... "Woof!" Judge Fear slightly jumped at the bark, having not expected it. "Damn it, Metusss. I am right here." Animals were stressful. In any event, the alien had finally given up completed his task.

    Never was there a time where the undead fiend was more relieved in his unlife.

    He got up with a noisy rattle of his chains, leathers rife with furs and hairs, and sluggishly escaped the prison of animal bodies. Shally, bless her soul, had been the only one that stubbornly clung for dear life. Cats, man... Was there any creature in Mother Nature's menagerie that could surpass a cat's tenacity? He lifted the purring feline up in the broad palm of his hand and set Shally to rest upon a bony shoulder. Stay there and don't fall off, because Judge Fear wasn't about to suffer one of Kev's protective tirades. Grumbling, he shambled alongside the fence's perimeter and soon discovered a sore, exhausted alien. "Right, then. Did you finisssh?" he asked.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Sat Mar 07, 2015 12:23 am

    Blissfully unaware of Judge Fear's furry dilemma, Kev worked on the stone fence. It was...definitely a strange chore. After seeing the state of the fence, though, perhaps Judge Fear knew what he was talking about! Here's hoping he didn't decide the thing needed to be cleaned...so many weeds grew around the bottom, ivy crawling its way up the side. Moss crawling its way up as well, ooh that would take a while! Not that repairing the rough patches was a walk in the park. The alien rubbed at the small of his back and stretched his muscles as he waited, he heard Metus let out a bark. Barking Metus usually meant he was telling Fear something. ...Or he found another dead thing and wanted to play with it. But Kev was pretty sure it was a message for Fear and that the corpse would come Kev's way soon.

    Kev could spy him coming across the meadow, the alien used the side of the fence to pick himself up and wait for him to arrive. As the Judge was shuffling along at a slower pace though, eventually he leaned against the wall and gave the Judge an awkward wave every few seconds. Soon, he was there at the fence. "Yes, sir." Kev blinked and gave a quick, squinting glance around the fence's perimeter. "I...at least, I think I am, sir. I repaired anything I saw. But I'll leave it to you to decide, sir." He didn't think he'd missed anything...


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Sat Mar 07, 2015 8:29 pm

    "I...at least, I think I am, sir. I repaired anything I saw. But I'll leave it to you to decide, sir."

    Only one way to find out.

    "Disssperssse." One command was all it took. Just one, and Kev's animals scattered to the four winds. Oscar and Biddy ran to the west, while Metus and Percy took to the east. Shally naturally stayed put atop her perch and looked down at her owner, sleepy and content. Even the Dark Judge knew better than to expect anything from a cat.

    The mind of an animal was an admittedly strange thing. So many impulses, so many distractions... The biggest offender of the bunch was none other than Percy; getting him to focus was the equivalent of turning lead into gold. Fortunately, all it took was the promise of food and soon all of Kev's little darlings were eager to please. Each one did as was told: they picked up a stick, generous in size and sturdy, and went about running alongside the stone fence. Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap! Ah, just listen to that sound... That was the sound of Kev's handiwork being evaluated, yes sir. Their eyes were united, their minds a part of a nexus beyond them; dog and Dark Judge had become one. No stone was left unturned as the animals poked and prodded, determined to find any vulnerabilities in the weathered structure. What were those glossy stones... the ones with smooth surfaces and oval features? They seemed to be... wet, drying in the afternoon sun.

    Ghostly eyes remained fastened upon Kev, Judge Fear's awareness simultaneously in multiple places at once. "An interesssting choice," he suddenly hissed, voice disturbing the calm. Those stones... They were from the nearby creek, weren't they? How resourceful of the alien. Of course, Kev's ignorance with his fence had not gone unnoticed. "It ssstill resssemblesss a fence, thisss much isss true. Neverthelessss, one mussst ressspect their posssessssssionssss regardlessss of appearancesss. A fence, cadet, isss a barrier that isss meant to ssseparate and protect. How can it fulfill itsss tasssk when you neglect to repair it? Do you think that it will ssstill keep terressstrial predatorsss at bay from your precioussss flock with ssso many glaring holesss?"

    It was the little things, friend, that had the potential to amount to even bigger problems; to become mistakes that had once been entirely preventable. Best to handle them as soon as possible, rather than to let them bite you in the bud later. After all, what were several hours of hard labour compared to that of the sheep's safety? Ideal countryside or not, the wilderness can never truly be tamed. Opportunistic predators lurked around every corner and wouldn't think twice about gobbling up hapless prey.

    Fitting.

    Alas, it seemed that Kev's animals had finished with their little romp and now desired to return. After having viewed multiple dogs lift a leg to mark their territory and sniff each other's behinds, the Dark Judge couldn't have been more grateful. They all raced toward his location, the harsh scent of ancient rot guiding their wet noses, and barked once in greeting. Right, then. Time for their reports. Would they pass their owner or would they flunk him? Biddy was first and answered with a gruff snort. Oh my, what an honest pup she was. Unhappy with how long it took for her owner to fix the damned thing, Biddy's response was predictable. "Mm... Fail." That was one vote. Metus? What say you? The Great Dane wasn't as harsh as the scruffy English sheepdog, and he wished to dissent. The fence hadn't been all that bad, surely! A deep sound came from his chest. "Passss? You sssoftie." Alright, Oscar. You're up. How do you rule? Now, if the ghoul knew anything about Oscar, it was that the little pipsqueak could be a right bugger. The miniature pinscher growled once and yipped, declaring his verdict. "Fail." There was clearly some bias in this one. Perhaps the alien hadn't given Oscar enough attention as of late? Two fails and one pass... All eyes turned to Percy.

    Bless that bulldog's soul. He hadn't been paying attention to a damn thing and decided that now was as good a time as any to clean himself. Yes, down there. As shameless as he was ignorant to nearly everything going on around him... The undead fiend found his patience wearing thin, both hands resting atop his bony hips. "Percy, your vote," he pressed.

    Vote? Oh right! The glossy haze uplifted from Percy's eyes and he came waddling over, something in his... mouth?

    Splat!

    And sure enough, there had been something in Percy's slobbery chops. A rock, to be exact. It came tumbling out and rested mere inches from Judge Fear's rotten toes, drenched in saliva and looking positively wretched. "..." That didn't count as a vote, you - ! Ah, but speak of the devil. Percy released a low bark and resumed his panting happily. "You cannot be ssseriousss," scoffed an incredulous Dark Judge. A pass? An unconditional pass simply because Kev fixing up the fence meant you could play with this dumb stone? The vicinity grew chilly and almost seeped with ire. "Passss," came the final decision, hissed through gritting teeth. Percy, you bumbling...
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:07 pm

    Disperse...? Kev blinked at the Judge before turning to stare. Ah, so that was a command...for the animals? Though Shally was perched atop the Judge, the four dogs had split up into two groups of two, and gone down the ends of the fence. Kev's turned to glance back at Judge Fear, gaze constantly shifting between him and the four dogs. The 'rap rap rap' of sticks clattering against stone filled the air. So this was Judge Fear's method for checking the stability of the fence? Using the dogs? It was...different. Unexpected. But it made sense. The animals were a lot more flexible then Fear's own undead body. Kev watched the furry bodies, from the shiny black of Metus to the shaggy white and gray of Biddy, the black and brown of Oscar and the brown and white of Percy. Kev's hands clasped together as he waited judgement, though he looked back to his instructor. "Huh?" Interesting choice...? Oh! Perhaps he meant the stones from the creek! "Thank you, sir." There were only so many stones to be found in the meadow, after all. Though the Judge was quick to admonish Kev for his ignorance, the alien glancing down to the grass. "I never knew how to repair it...even now, I'm a little unsure. Do I need to fill in the cracks with cement? As long as it was still up and still...there...I thought it was still doing its job as a barrier, sir..." If he had paid more attention though, he would have seen the flaws. The holes. The parts that could be problematic. "I will do better in the future, sir." But how did he do today?

    The dogs must have been finished with their inspection, as all four furry canines came running to Judge Fear and barked at him in greeting. It was always so...strange, to see the effect that Judge Fear's influence had on these animals. How they acted as one, so organized. So methodical. With purpose. Such focus...it was a little unnerving, when compared to how Oscar and Percy usually acted. Biddy acted with purpose on the job with the sheep, and Metus was a softy, but he was also pretty focused for a dog. Percy was...well, a playful little sweetheart. The bulldog didn't exactly walk around the cottage with a plan. Oscar was a pooch who wanted to do exactly what he wanted, and he usually didn't respond much to orders in the first place. He was a cushy lap dog who followed his own orders, so to see him listen to Judge Fear was strange. The dogs were coming to some sort of decision, as Biddy let out a snort and Judge Fear translated.

    "Fail?!" The insulted tone slipped out, the alien staring at the English sheepdog. After everything Kev had ever done for her, Biddy gave him a failing grade?! Kev huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, as Metus gave his own answer. "Aaw, Metus~." At least one of the dogs had a heart! Biddy. Oscar growled and yipped, and Fear didn't even need to translate what that could mean. The alien let out another offended huff, gawking at the miniature pinscher and the sheepdog. He had never felt so...betrayed before! Like his heart had been yanked out! Two of the dogs gave him a failing grade! Man's best friend, indeed! Kev turned to Percy, staring as Judge Fear seemed to be getting antsy, insisting that the dog vote. Was Percy alright? Why wasn't he voting?

    ...Was that a rock? Kev bent down to inspect the thing that Percy had left before Fear's feet. Yeah, that was a rock. A slobbery rock. Kev's gaze turned from the ground to Judge Fear, who was incredulous about something? What? What did the rock mean? What did it mean?! "Pass?" Kev's eyes widened and he lifted onto his tiptoes, more then a little excited to get a passing grade. Oh Metus, Percy, you were lifesavers! "Two fails and two passes, what does that mean exactly, sir? A draw?" And was a draw good? Or...bad? Perhaps even...demerit worthy?


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Sun Mar 08, 2015 1:48 am

    You know what they say, cadet: it was a dog-eat-dog world. Judge Fear audibly huffed, wanting nothing more than to turn his foul nose upward in disdain. "It meansss that you ssshould never allow a group of dogsss to decide a sssinner'sss fate," he answered irritably. But they had inspected Kev's handiwork with the fence and that, sadly, was that. The Dark Judge wasn't about to default on his previous judgement, even if the sourpuss wanted to sorely punish the alien for whatever reason he could justify.

    In any event, the draw.

    "Eh..." To be honest, the Dark Judge had been grasping at straws when he demanded that Kev patch up his ruined fence. Never did he imagine the alien actually going about it for three, long hours. Though, really... given Kev's progress with his exercises and having found a new wellspring of determination and focus, the ghoul should not have been so surprised. Beaten at his own game for now, Judge Fear rubbed the bottom of his helm's iron visor and weighed his options. Well, he could give the lad a stinking fail and thoroughly enjoy punishing his scaly hide... It would be quite therapeutic and the screams of the living were incredibly rewarding. But, on the other hand... It wouldn't really be fair and... and... "Percy, what are you doing?" Damn it all, dog! Can't you see that a faithful servant of the law was trying to administer a swift and impartial judgement!?

    It's not like the English bulldog cared much for judicial systems, though. He whined and he moaned, butting his quivering nose against his beloved rock and wished nothing more than to play. Naturally, his thoughts were quite distracting. And if one wanted to play with a new shiny...

    Suddenly they all wanted in on the action, except for Oscar. He would rather chew on the Dark Judge's host and bury various body parts all over the meadow.

    "Mmmnnngh..." Alright, fine. You want to play, hmm? Wanting no more of these incessant thoughts about rolling in dirt and burying dead things, Judge Fear bent forward with a creaky lean and snatched up Percy's latest fascination. Ugh, it was just so gooey... Ropes of slobber trailed from the ghoul's leathery fingers, his grotesque fingertips earning a lustrous shine. "Enough, enough," did Judge Fear halfheartedly implore, his mind throbbing. "Here, play with thisss and leave me be. I cannot hear myssself think with all of your whining." And with a sharp pivot on his heels and a rigid snap of his thin wrist, Judge Fear pitched that rock as far as he could throw it. What do you think happens when someone with superhuman strength throws an object no bigger than your hand, hmm? It flies dang far, that's what.

    The rock whistled through the air at breakneck speeds, easily hurdling over the forest treeline and vanishing from sight. But do you think the dogs cared? No. All four of them went racing off, tearing through grass and dirt alike, to find that precious stone. Eh, dogs... Personally, the mangy mutts were good for tearing into a fleeing criminal and nothing else. Don't even get the ghoul started on cats. "There," he rasped, borderline frustrated. No more canine thoughts, no more headache. A nasty talon directed itself Kev's way. "I sssuppossse you get a passsss, but only becaussse the wall isss sssturdier than it wasss before. I did not asssk you to erect a new one within three hoursss, let alone a fortnight." Those technicalities, man.

    Suppose it was lunchtime, then? A weary sigh parted from rotten lips. Don't ask where.

    "Head inssside and get a pot ready. I feel a psssychic migraine coming on." And you wouldn't want to suffer that, would you, Kev?
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:49 am

    Sounds like someone regretted using the dogs to test the fence... "Noted, sir." And so was the important lesson of the day; don't let dogs decide people's fate. Of course, the dogs used were probably a big part of that too. Kev owned three of these dogs, even though only one of them actually voted in his favor. Metus probably was not without his own bias, what with the way he liked to be Kev's space heater at night. Softhearted cuddler. It seems the dogs really did throw something of a wrench in Judge Fear's decision though, as he was still pondering. Ooh, he was doing the visor rub. That meant he was really thunking now. Kev folded his hands behind his back and looked like a soldier waiting for orders, content to wait out his instructor's decision. One does not simply rush a Judge!

    Though he did lean forward to peer down at Percy, who was providing quite the distraction. It looked like Kev's furry baby was begging for Judge Fear to throw the rock. A little game of fetch. "Aaw...he wants to play with you, sir." Truly the baby of the bunch, he was! Though the dog was hardly the youngest critter in Kev's cottage. Spoiled thing. The other dogs seemed to be interested in the rock as well, and even though Biddy and Oscar voted against him, he couldn't hold a grudge against them. They were probably right to give him failing votes. The alien watched their transfixed attention on the rock, amused, before finally Judge Fear had had enough. He scooped the stone up, slobber and all, and threw it as far as he could. The rock likely went far, with that inhuman strength of his, but Kev's attention was focused on Fear's hand at the moment. Ugh...Percy, they needed to have a talk about your salivary glands.

    The dogs took off after the rock, all four running as if a fire had been set under their bellies, and their absence gave him the peace of mind to decide on the draw. Kev managed to eventually draw his attention away from Fear's slobbery hand, more specifically to that pointed talon. Ha ha, a pass! Sturdier than it was before! "Thank you, sir!" So that was the physical exercises, finished, and now his chores! Which meant lunch was likely next. Kev nodded in agreement, indeed, Judge Fear had not instructed Kev to build an entirely new wall. ...Yet. For all he knew, that might be the chore for tomorrow. Back to the present however, where the Judge was instructing Kev to get a pot ready to drink with lunch. "On it, sir. You just tend to that migraine." He gave the Judge a respectful nod before he walked his way towards the cottage, grass crunching beneath his boots. Some tea sounded great for his sore body, as well as a brief break for lunch. The day was hardly over though, and it would remain to be seen if this streak lasted. Kev reached out and turned the doorknob, wiping his feet on the welcome mat before stepping inside. He made a beeline towards the kitchen, giving a brief greeting to Marvin as he walked to the cupboards. The robot returned his greeting, but climbed off of the couch and made his way upstairs to Kev's room. He knew that if Kev was inside, it was likely for lunch, and Judge Fear would be coming in soon. The two of them could coexist peacefully, but the robot preferred to keep his space.

    The usual ceramic tea pot was grabbed, along with the matching tea cups, and finally the kettle. He filled it up with water, setting it on the front burner so it could get to boiling. He set the tea pot on the back burner to keep it warm. No tea tray would be needed, that was usually reserved for visitors and socializing in the living room. More likely than not, the Judge and the alien would be drinking their tea in the kitchen while Kev 'ate' his lunch. Now what sort of tea did Judge Fear want? Kev opened the cabinet that housed the tea leaves, stepping on his tiptoes to peek in and survey the choices. Hm...maybe he should wait for Fear. His feet flattened on the floor before he leaned himself against the counter. Hope that migraine wasn't anything foreboding or terrible...probably just a side effect to being connected to the minds of four dogs, right? He hummed and drummed his fingers.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:09 am

    "Aaw...he wants to play with you, sir."

    If they didn't need those weapons of mass destruction so badly, he sometimes swore he'd...

    "Teapot, cadet," the ghoul yet again rasped. One day, Kev, one day these ice-cold hands were going to wrap themselves against your scaly throat and proceed to furiously throttle the living daylights out of you. Hold hard, patience. Thankfully for everyone's sanity, the alien went scampering off to get a pot started and soon the Dark Judge was left to his own negative devices. Ah, relief... though the outside world was still abuzz with unguarded thoughts, mostly animalistic in nature. Ick, it was also far too bright out here... but before Judge Fear figured to head inside, where it was nice and dark, an impish idea struck him. He glanced over his shoulders left and right, furtively reaching down. Just a little pluck here, a little tap there, aaaand... Crack! Aha, got it!

    What's he got there, in his hand? Why, it was none other than one of the very stones Kev had laboured himself, right out of the creek and used to help bolster his ancient fence! Well, not anymore, because the Dark Judge naughtily threw it over the other side and had himself a quiet snicker. So much for a job well-done, eh, cadet? Oops! He wasn't alone... A sickly-green finger was brought to his visor, ghostly eyes staring downward at Shally. "Sssh..." This was our little secret~!

    Alright, that's enough tomfoolery. It was time for lunch and he felt like having a nice cuppa.

    But guess what hadn't been prepared yet?

    A nice cuppa, and the Dark Judge shambled into the kitchen with shattered expectations. "Where'sss the tea?" he inquired, a smidgen crestfallen. Blimey, Kev! You can't raise a man's hopes up with teatime, only for you to cruelly yank it away! That just wasn't right, see. "What'sss the hold up?" If Kev didn't have a good answer in the next five seconds, he was going to find himself chasing rocks outside with the dogs very shortly.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Kev on Sun Mar 08, 2015 11:16 pm

    Only one reminder was needed, the alien going about his duty to make some tea. That migraine seemed to be making his instructor a little testy, it'd be in his best interests to watch himself and keep respectful. A spot of tea would probably do wonders for him, especially since their day wasn't over. There was still much for the both of them to do, and if Kev messed up, it would just be even more exhausting for them both. He would avoid that was much as he could. He focused on the present however, and got their cups ready. Fear usually didn't take much in his tea, he liked it as bitter as he could, so he grabbed a bit of sugar for himself. Honey was good, but he'd had enough honey. He wanted something a little...different, with lunch. He leaned against the counter and waited patiently. When Judge Fear shambled his way into the kitchen, he apparently expected the tea to be done by now. Kev blinked at him, head tilted. Whoops? "The water's still on it's way to boiling, sir." Though even now, the two of them could hear bubbling from the kettle. Soon, the kettle would be whistling. Kev swept an arm to the side to gesture inside of the cabinet. "I also wanted to wait for you. At least, to decide what kind of tea to make. Ginger and green tea are pretty good for migraines, so I didn't know if you wanted one of those, or the usual." The answer should suffice, enough at least to keep him from being sent to chase rocks.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 7 - 9]

    Post by Fear on Sun Mar 08, 2015 11:56 pm

    A bitter cuppa for a bitter soul.

    "Right, right." He heard the kettle bubbling along, as clear as day. His inner clock, should it still function, must be operating on dog time. Anyway, ginger and green tea were the choices suitable for combating migraines. Rather considerate of the alien. "Mm..." Judge Fear was not a fan of either, though he decided to pick the lesser of two evils. "Green tea," he rasped. That ought to be a refreshing change of pace for once. There was something about ginger that was a little too zesty. "No sssugar, no honey. Jussst green tea. Pleassse and thank you." While the alien was off handling the pot and hopefully doing it right, that freed up the Dark Judge's hands and time to prepare Kev's lunch. Hope you like grilled salmon, cadet, because that's what you're going to get.

    A thick slab of pink fish noisily went - splat! - on the cutting board, already having been thoroughly grilled. Fret not, Kev! Livewire had been a great help with preparing a few things yesterday, so don't worry about catching a bit of food poisoning. Now, let's see... This here was the protein, so... aha! One of these ought to do nicely. A plump, soft avocado found itself lobbed into a clean and awaiting blender, followed by handfuls of fresh, green vegetables and nuts.

    ...Ick, but hey: it sure beats starving, right?

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