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    Nascence [Week 10 - 12]

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    Re: Nascence [Week 10 - 12]

    Post by Fear on Thu Jun 25, 2015 3:39 pm

    It was dark now.

    Dark and quiet, where the warmth of the sun yielded to the cool darkness of the night.

    By the time Judge Fear emerged into the kitchen, his ethereal gaze directed ever-forward and his host smelling mightily of nicotine, it was already time for the alien's daily assessment. He spotted the alien already at the table and awaiting the Dark Judge's verdict, though Kev need not fret. Things will be different tonight. "Cadet," was the tired greeting. With a great rattle of his steely chains and a groan of his weary bones, Judge Fear skipped the bag of marbles completely. The kitchen was given a quick once-over inspection before the undead fiend shambled out into the living room soon after. No marbles, no assessment, and no salty ribbing. Simply an old corpse sitting on Kev's couch, ridiculously-large hands busied with a musty book.

    Undoubtedly, this was a bit... strange to the alien. So accustomed was he, to the sound of jeering and constant berating to push himself harder. So used to the taste of a bitter, near-unpalatable medicine.

    Now, there was only silence.

    Silence... and the nagging expectation that something was to be done.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 10 - 12]

    Post by Kev on Fri Jun 26, 2015 3:28 am

    From the french door he arrived, the Judge's absence so profoundly missed that his reappearance was noticed immediately. There was no mistaking the smell of rot and nicotine in the air, the dip in the temperature. Kev turned about in his seat, chair creaking beneath him, before he stood at attention beside the table. "Sir." The alien continued to stand, watching the Judge and waiting eagerly for his judgement. ...Wait, where was he going? Out of the kitchen he shambled, no sign of glass jars or marbles. Kev blinked several times, confused. Huh...? He tiptoed behind the corpse, peeking around the corner carefully to stare into the living room. His hands gripped the wall as he watched Judge Fear...sit at the table with a book he had never seen. Was this...a test? Was Kev supposed to grab the jars and do his own judging? Kev lingered there by the wall, peeking out into the living room as he went over this situation, one he had not predicted. In the back of his mind was a nagging feeling. He needed to do something, but what? Was he to do the assessing?

    Deciding that there was only one way to find out, he abandoned the wall and walked out to the living room completely, coming to a stop right in front of the Judge. Both arms folded behind his back, staring forward at his instructor. "Sir, are you doing the daily assessment? Or...am I?" The alien couldn't hide in the kitchen forever...he had to pop out and ask his question sometime. Might as well be now, before he started cutting into his relaxation time and grooming time before bed.


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    Re: Nascence [Week 10 - 12]

    Post by Fear on Sun Jun 28, 2015 5:09 pm

    "Sir, are you doing the daily assessment? Or...am I?"

    "Hmm?"

    There is your answer, cadet. But, one could rationally suppose, you wanted a little more satisfaction. The book was closed without much fanfare and the Dark Judge glanced up from his reading. It was dreadfully hard to concentrate when thoughts wantonly flitted about in the air. "I am no longer necesssssary in your daily assssessssmentsss," he rasped. Fine china and delicate glass rattled throughout the living room. "It hasss been three monthsss' time, cadet. You know the routine and of the expectationsss placed upon you. Thusss, you already have the materialsss required to carry on the dutiesss yourssself." No further instructions, no overbearing supervision; there was only so much a tutor could provide.

    Though his ears had perished long ago and iron walls muddled his hearing, the helmeted ghoul was nevertheless perceptive of the impermanent world around him. Soft ticking disturbed the settling quiet between them. "Time," Judge Fear reminded, reopening his book. You were still a slave to the clock, cadet, lest you forget.

    Ethereal eyes returned to where they had left off and the undead fiend had little else to say.
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    Re: Nascence [Week 10 - 12]

    Post by Kev on Wed Jul 01, 2015 11:33 am

    Hmm...? It was a vague answer if ever he'd heard one, and the alien shifted in place awkwardly. The book closed, pages shuffling lightly, and Kev stared back into the lights of Fear's helm as he elaborated. No longer necessary... "I see..." Kev's response was considerably more gentle then Fear's, nothing rattling in response. So Fear trusted Kev's judgement enough to give him this chance. To let him decide for himself how he ought to be rewarded for his work for the day. Kev knew what to do and how to do it, he even knew how to reward himself for the work. The Judge really was separated from the training now. "Yes sir...I understand." In this case, he literally had the tools as the jars and marbles were probably in the same place they usually were.

    Judge Fear wrote:"Time."

    "Huh?" Kev's head snapped up quickly, blinking back at the Judge as he began to read his book once more. "O-oh. Right. I'll...go...do that, then. I'll...see you around, sir." Giving the Judge one more glance, the alien turned on a heel and walked back into the kitchen. His eyes roamed the cupboards, counters, and even the dining table. After a few seconds he found the jars, sitting on the counter and tucked away into the corner of the wall. An empty jam jar and the larger carboy, marbles laying within it. Just staring at it, Kev definitely couldn't tell how many were in there, and he hadn't exactly kept track all of these weeks, but the jar looked pretty full to him. Next to both jars was the bag, the alien's hands scooping it up and gently pinching to feel the glassy marbles within. Still moving the jars within the palm of his hand, Kev's eyes narrowed as he pondered the day.

    The day began with breakfast, as it usually did, before the physical exercises were to be done. Jogging was easy, whereas the stretches, he had pushed himself to go for longer by small increments. The weights had also seen added increments, ten reps to be exact. Pull-ups were also added to. The only one to remain unchanged was the bench press. Settling the bag in the palm of one hand, Kev reached in and pulled a clear marble out, with a swirl of cyan in its center.

    Clink

    A marble for consistently increasing his exercises rather then give himself a break. For a chore, he'd decided to give the porch and patio a thorough sweep, as well as cleaning both sides of the windows. Lunch followed next, and then it was the mental exercises. Walking through that had been difficult only in what he had to remember, and how he spent the whole time doing it over and over. No psychic surgery had been needed, but that was to be expected by this point. The spiritual exercise was next, and Kev had walked himself through ideas for what to do to improve in the weeks to come. After that had been the reading, and then dinner, and then of course the present. Kev peered down at the marble bag, wondering where to draw the line. Finally, he plucked another marble out, depositing it with its blue mate in the jam jar.

    Clink

    A marble for staying on schedule throughout the course of the day, an achievement since it was his first time doing it on his own. Satisfied, the alien set down the bag and poured the marble contents into the larger jar. The idea of giving himself a daily reward didn't even crop up in his mind, focused instead on the overall reward. With a soft thump, the bag was placed neatly between the two jars. Two marbles for the day seemed fair to him, most of the progress he could have made had already been made by now, though who knew what the future may hold? The hour of recreation was next, and Kev's feet padded against the wooden floor lightly as he peered around the wall at Fear. Usually he spent his hour in a rather...well specific way, but Fear seemed to be busy with some reading of his own. After a few moments of thought, the alien entered the main room and sat down next to Fear on the couch. He gave the Judge his own room, keeping a good distance to make sure he didn't interfere with the reading, though after a few minutes had passed he leaned in towards the Judge.

    "I missed you today, sir." The thought of getting any closer seemed almost taboo and so he kept his distance. The hour came and went, the alien biding his time by just sitting next to the Judge, as if getting his fill of the Judge's presence after being removed from him all day. The lines in the ceiling were counted, as were the lines in the flooring, and Fear's book was given a stray, curious glance or two. Soon however, the time came and went, signaling that it was time for him to get ready and retire for the night. Kev stood, turning to face the Judge. "Good night, sir." Up the stairs he retired, changing out of the clothes he had worn all day to put on a pair of fresh pajamas, and tending to the turtles, giving them some fresh water. At last, the lights were switched off and Kev climbed into bed, soon followed by Shally and Metus. Kev shifted, positioning himself between Metus big, brawny body and Shally's more flexible one, before his eyes closed. The end of the first day, merely a beginning to a new cycle of the training.


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