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    Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Thu May 07, 2015 4:37 pm

    Time: 11:00 AM
    Date: May 7th, 0006

    The alien must have spent a good hour in front of his mirror, trying to rifle through his clothes and decide what to wear. Something lightweight, something that would be comfortable in the sun. He eventually settled on a buttoned blue shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, as well as a pair of plain white sneakers. Sneakers weren't usually his first choice, but they'd be better for walking. The last two times he had come, he'd come dressed in his usual clothes. By the end of the night, his feet were usually barking and sore. So sneakers it was! Slung across his back was a little knapsack, a bottle of sunscreen inside along with some credits, and a lightweight sweater in case it got cold later. Otherwise, he was just about ready to head inside and enjoy the day!

    The two of them had agreed on a time to meet, but not so much a place other then 'the amusement park'. Kev was sitting down at the bench next to the ticket booth, hoping that that as a good enough spot where Fear could see him. The awning that hung over to give him some shade ought to help out too. The scaly alien decided that now was as good a time as ever, and grabbed his bottle of sunscreen out to rub a bit on the khaki colored scales on his face, as well as the ones on his arms. Though sun was good for his scales, the lighter patches could sometimes get a little sunburned. Kev hummed a little tune as he rubbed the creamy liquid into his scales. He had been looking forward to this for a while! The last time he had been here was almost three years ago, shortly after the Phazon incident. He'd come with Pastaa, Kefka, and Thomas, who had backed out at the last second and decided not to go with the three of them. At least he still paid for the tickets. The visit had been pleasant, it was fun as all trips to the amusement park are, but he'd like to have a visit that didn't include memories of people who weren't here anymore. And who knows! Maybe the park had changed in the past years, maybe there were new things to discover and do? Kev stashed away his bottle and set his bag down on his lap as he waited, eager to see.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu May 07, 2015 6:39 pm

    "Hello, sssinner! Time to die."

    "No, wait... Please - !"

    CRRK!

    Ah, the silence of another satisfied customer.

    An hour before the mirror getting dressed was an hour of honest labour; some individuals were unfortunately cursed with poor photogenic qualities. All morning (and indeed, last night) the Dark Judge had been diligently slaving away to rid Portal Breach of its unwanted detritus. His first rounds had been with the homeless; who would miss them, truly? They were invisible to all but themselves. After that, he stopped by the addicts in their seedy dens; drugs, pleasure, what have you. A good officer of the law discriminated not. These judicial hands tended to their needs with only the utmost consideration, his fingers stained crimson with the love he had to freely give. Alas, alas! One could not expect their delight to last forever. Soon it will be time... Time to depart from these dreary streets and neglected alleys. Oh but one more, one more...! One last soul to savour the day's accomplishments before the cycle began anew.

    There was a man.

    A man known only as B - a transient name earned through his many travels and relative unimportance. B enjoyed the simple things in life. He liked waking up each morning with his teeth still intact, he enjoyed a free meal and a warm fire, and he particularly cherished every opportunity he had when stealing from his equally-disheveled neighbours. B was not a perfect man, though it would be cruel to ask perfection from the inherently flawed.

    How many days had the Dark Judge trailed this worthless speck of a man, entranced by the ignorance of his prey? He knew more about B then perhaps anyone else in B's life. Such as, for instance, the way B snaked his way through the outer city every single day; how B preferred his pathetic handful of coffee; when B paused by the local bakery on Diode and Capacitor to inhale the appetizing aromas; and all the lyrics of B's favourite song as he lulled himself to sleep each night. He knew that B was right-handed and that he was superstitious. He knew that B was also blind in his left eye and carried with him a good luck charm always. Ah, what was it, what was it... That's right, B had found a golden coin three weeks ago and it never left his side since. It was kept near his left breast, if memory recalled.

    Mm, but none of these things were significant. It was the thrill of stalking one's prey, the intimacy, that truly captivated Judge Fear. And so, with a saddened heart, it pained the ghoul to see yet another fascination go the way of all the rest: death. It was time, B.

    It was time.

    You had given him a wonderful four weeks.

    When B rounded the corner of Diode and Capacitor to gaze longingly at the corner bakery's fresh goods, his mind clouded with thoughts of sweet treats and warm breads, that is when his hungering admirer... struck.

    Oh how he struggled, oh how he screamed, though muffled and incoherent. Hush now, B. No one cared for you, no one will mourn you when you are gone. But he will. Yes, he will. Ah, do you remember this alleyway? You should, for this was the first time your gaze matched with his. You were of course unable to see very far into the shadows and had thought it a mischief of rats at the time, but he had seen you quite clearly as you pinched a broken pearl necklace from one of the other sleeping vagabonds. Do you remember that necklace? The very same that you had pawned at the dilapidated laundromat with one of the Noizy Boyz fences?

    It had become... lost during the transition, along with the fence.

    Mm, but where were we... Ah yes, with your death.

    B thrashed against his captor futilely, his wide, watery eyes pleading to those who moseyed on past the darkened alley; never once did they look, never once did they busy themselves with his troubles. You see, B? You see how disgusting the living really were? His nostrils flared repeatedly, breath frantic and abrupt. The overpowering scent of rot stung.

    How would you like to die, B? Several possibilities flashed within the man's head through unnatural means, and with each new image his struggling only intensified. Mm, yes... Being set aflame was hardly right and you had never been one for maggots. Perhaps something like... this? A cold, leathery corpse hand wrapped itself around B's neck, fingers tightening and softening around his heated skin experimentally. How wonderful it was... to sense the frenzied thrashing of a powerless soul, to know that its transcendence unto justice would be carried out through your own hands. Oh but how he missed the intrusive sensation of feeling another's racing heartbeat, or the smell of fresh sweat dribbling down their brow. The overwhelming throb of blood laced with adrenaline. He could only feel nothing now. Nothing, save for the heightened emotion of fear. Enjoy this visceral embrace, B, for it shall be your last. Cease your woes and simply... die.

    It was amazing how easily the human spine fractured with but one firm twist.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Fri May 08, 2015 1:08 am

    Beyond the ticket booth, Kev could hear the hustle and bustle of activity. The happy laughter of children, the elated screams of patrons on the roller coaster, the smells of fried food that lingered in the air, carnival music and even some music to dance to, played over the intercoms. The place made for an inviting atmosphere, made it a fine place to wait. There was no impatience and no urgency. Idly, he wondered what Fear was doing, but otherwise he was quite pleased to just soak up the atmosphere. It was a welcome change from the city, the store, the cottage. He was beginning to feel a little monotonous, after the training that had such a clear motive and schedule. To suddenly have time to himself, sometimes he wasn't sure what to do. So he fell back on the basics. But the basics...could be boring. It was why this was a happy and welcome change!

    Though something seemed...off. Everything felt colder then before, and there was a feeling deep within his chest. Kev reached up to feel at his chest, though his eyes were unfocused. His fingers curled tightly around the air, yet something felt stiff in his grasp. Wait...not stiff. Not stiff at all. It was moving, there was something struggling. It felt so good when they struggled, and something was struggling against him. Kev's own heartbeat quickened in tandem with the other heartbeat he could feel, gasping slightly before his hands jerked, and a resounding snap echoed in his mind. It was then that Kev was able to identify the feeling in his chest. It was pleasure. Yet not just pleasure. There was something so satisfying, so fulfilling. It was like the feeling he'd had when he'd finally completed training, and yet not the same.

    The music faded back into his ears, the shade of the awning was felt again, a bearable warmth, and the smell of sweets and chocolate filled his nostrils. The alien leaned back in his seat, resting a hand over his heart as his heartbeat calmed into a steady pattern. Kev's eyes furrowed before he closed them, tilting the back of his head until his scales rubbed against the brick of the wall. It was rather easy to tell what that had been. There was only one person in his head, after all. That person happened to be genocidal and liked to kill people. Ipso facto, if he got the sensation of killing someone...it meant Judge Fear was killing someone. Either right then, or fairly recently. The Judge's job was hardly a surprise, Kev had known throughout his relationship with the Judge that he liked to kill people. Just because they got close, did not mean that Fear stopped doing his job. But to feel it, rather then ignore it, was...hard. This was why your friends wouldn't approve, Kev. This was why this...thing was...hard. "Mmm..." This is the path you have chosen, Kev. Of course, whether they were close or not, Fear would still kill people. If being close to Kev didn't stop it, then leaving Fear in the dust certainly wouldn't stop it. Despite what he had felt, he still cared for the Judge. The Judge cared for Kev as well, and the two of them had been through too much to stop now. This was just...a part of the Judge. A scary part, a part he didn't really approve of, but a part he could do nothing about. No one could. Fear was a product of his world, his experiences, his situations. Kev couldn't bap Fear on the head with a newspaper for this thing. In the end...he would simply have to accept it.

    But if Fear didn't get here in the next ten minutes, the Judge was going to get an earful.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Jun 13, 2015 7:05 pm

    There weren't many things in existence that gave Judge Fear anxiety. Sure, there was the Creep; who wasn't unnerved by that under-dwelling creature? And there were of course unorthodox methods of containment such as wine bottles, glasseen crystals and futuristic plastic, but those were far and few in-between. Stomm, even all those years in Limbo could be considered nothing more than a forced vacation. But none of these terrible things - none of them - held even a matchstick to what will happen if he were late! Er, later than he already was. Time was just... something the undead paid little attention to.

    Let the record reflect that leathery feet, bare and clumsy, made for perhaps the absolutely worst method of travel. Second in line for this dubious award was rigour mortis. Together, both naturally made for a most hellish journey from Point A to Point B.

    "Sss, sss, sss...!"

    Oh woe! Oh soul-crushing despair!

    Even if the Dark Judge wished to leap into a hurried sprint, coarse heels as springy as a jackrabbit, he sadly... could not.

    Navigating through the Outer District was an utter nightmare. Too many people, too many automobiles, too many things! What was an honest Judge of the law to do? Why, shove them out of the way, of course! Or pretend they weren't there. Both were equally viable options.

    "Out of my way!

    "I've bussssinessss to attend!"

    "Impending jusssstice isss punissshable by death!"


    But do you think that these slack-jawed, meandering junkies gave a royal care? Of course not. By the time Judge Fear made it to the streets Kilobyte and Server (weird names, don't you think?), he was already ten minutes late. Panic overcame his thoughts as he slapped the sides of his iron helm with both hands, flustered. "Sss...!" Grud damn it all! It just wasn't fair, it was. How was a spirit, inhabiting a sluggish corpse, expected to maneuver about? It obviously couldn't be because he decided to purge B earlier, oh no. That wasn't judicial thinking, see. Must be this crummy host. Ever since fighting those bandits and getting a literal soul-bomb to the face, it's been rather... lethargic. Eh, he'll have to upgrade to the latest model, but later. Right now he had an alien to reach! ...But how?

    Rustle, rustle, rustle...

    If there was a God still left to curse, bless him. If not, bless him anyway.

    A homeless man, no older than his late 40s, had come foraging out from his usual hideaway with, get this, a bicycle. A rather banged up bicycle, but it was a lot better than two rotten bare feet. But how to ride it with a flowing cape and thick steely ropes of chain? The answer was rather obvious, especially if your name was Judge Fear.

    He shambled up to the dirty man, smelling like a fine bouquet of rot, and hissed, "The law needsss to acquire your method of transssportation." For reasons, so don't bother asking. And before the man could even stutter or back away, he suddenly found his hands busy with a ridiculously heavy cape and glistening mantraps pauldrons. Just the two, so don't get big-eyed, sinner. Lastly, he flipped a golden coin the man's way. It was a lucky coin. "I will be back for my possssessssionssss," as was expected, "along with your iniquitousss life. Farewell, sssinner. I'll sssee to your sssalvation thissss eve." Sorry, can't give this man the entire rundown. Important business to attend and all that!

    Ding, ding~!

    And off Judge Fear went, racing down the sidewalk!

    Not really. He more like wobbled, or bobbed about. How many years had it been since he last rode something on two-wheels? A long time, that's all he could think of. But he managed. Oh yes sir, he managed. And the Dark Judge did that by shoving sinners aside and intentionally running others off the sidewalk, where they could dart into oncoming traffic. Ah, the joyous sounds of rubber burning and bones breaking... It filled his righteous soul with glee, but happiness alone was not to get him there early. ...Or late, depending. It was probably late. And so he pedaled faster. And faster and faster, until the Dark Judge easily broke 25kph and was a motorist to be reckoned with. Stop sign? What stop sign? He didn't need to follow any of these petty mortal rules. They were for sinners, not an honest Judge of the law! ...Oh, hang on. Was that a prostitute and some random John negotiating a payment? Let's just stare at them, because that won't illicit any negative reaction or anything.

    Lawful stare.

    Oops, there we go. Cue the John's middle finger, along with the dame's sneer. That nearly got the Dark Judge to hit the brakes. To absolutely throw himself off the bike and proceed to muller them both. But no! He was already late! Hold hard, patience, hold hard! There was always time to find these two and turn them into calcium powder.

    Or so he told himself, racing past crime after crime; opportunity after bloody opportunity.

    More prostitutes.

    Drug deals in broad daylight.

    Disorderly conduct.

    Public indecency.

    Jaywalking.

    Ugh, the torture! Could he, a faithful wielder of this very badge, call himself a Judge if he were to merely ignore all this wrongdoing? And that, Kev, is sadly when everything proceeded to go to... well, shit.

    SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

    POP!

    POP!

    POP!


    Out came the golden revolver and down went some heads. The prostitute and John from before? Happily spared from STIs. Drug dealers? Freed from a life of sin. Same with the rowdy street brawlers and the nudist pedophile right down the block. Oh, and the jaywalker had jaywalked their last street. A large success! But was it really?

    By the time the fifteenth person fell to the pavement, dead, a few charlatans looked up from their dealings and felt their aggressive blood pump. That's right, gang members; Judge Fear would really like to thin that particular herd, alright. They weren't all that hard to miss, either. Most of them drove those gaudy SUVs, thinking that larger vehicles equated to a higher status in the so-called food chain. Sure, sure. Something about... 'bling-bling', though the Dark Judge hardly cared what they called it. He was a more simpler soul. In any event, the young bucks were restless. Blood had been spilt on their territory, randoms killed without anyone calling the shots, and now they undoubtedly wanted to dispose of this free radical threatening their turf.

    Good, Judge Fear so loved a good challenge.

    By the time one of the shouting hoodlums leaned out from the passenger window of a buddy's car, automatic rifle drawn, the Dark Judge was already .001 seconds ahead of him, his Judge's training ingrained into his very being.

    BANG!

    Make that sixteen.

    Now the hornets were angry.

    Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

    Bang, bang, bang, bang!

    Ka-KROW! Ka-KROW!


    Oh what a time to be a Judge! This brought back fond memories, of him and his brothers sweeping through the lawless with nothing more than their assigned firearms, before the rise of dark powers and whatever it was the Sisters had boasted. As the bullets whizzed through the air, some penetrating his host and others completely missing, Judge Fear didn't so much as flinch. See that thug out of position over there?

    BANG!

    Where did he go? We just don't know, and neither did his pals.

    Or - ooh! How about that fellow thinking to crouch low and hold his weapon all silly, like in one of those video games?

    BANG!

    Should have learned to shoot without iron sights.

    And so it was, the undead fiend valiantly riding on his battered (borrowed) bicycle, riding down the streets as he blew the lawless left and right. Seventeen! Twenty! Twenty-five! There were gratuitous amounts of gore everywhere, heightening the bloodlust in his ghostly eyes. "Ha ha ha! The crime isss life, the sssentence isss - " Ah shit, Kev! Completely forgot about that scaly bugger. Alright, that was enough fun. Never mind that the criminals he so halved were content to let things be; Judge Fear was rather daft that way. He reached out with a lanky arm and wrapped his hand around a lamppost, swerving the bike a reckless ninety-degrees and sling-shotting down the adjacent street. Which one was this, Ohm? That was sort of close to the park, right?

    ...Eh, he'll find it eventually.

    He'll find it, right after he finishes -

    Honk, honk!

    ...crashing into that vehicle.

    You know, you wouldn't think it, but... weighing hardly more than the average teenager at this towering height wasn't all that spectacular. Mainly because you ended up flying off the seat of whatever you rode and crumpled like an over-glorified paperweight.

    Which he did.

    CRACK!

    And right on his back.

    "Oh my God, are you okay!? I d-didn't mean to hit you - you just came flying out like a bat out of Hell! "

    Oh look, a concerned driver.

    "Helmetsss sssave livesss. Alssso, do you know where the amusssement park isss?"

    "Y-You're still talkin-n... o-okay! It's, um, three blocks from here, just take a left on Processo - "

    BANG!

    "Thank you. The sssentence isss death for hitting an officer of the law."

    Sigh, could today just get any better?

    The answer was of course 'yes', but later. Right now he had to focus on ignoring the strange crack in his right leg and the crookedness of his spine. Let's see... Three blocks down and take a left on Processor. What is with these oddball names? Perhaps his brother ought to inquire as to who planned these city streets; they were far too confusing and, thus, merited death. Later, later. Always later, apparently. He rolled onto his feet and shambled for his bike, seemingly not aware that it was busted well beyond use.

    Judge Fear rode it anyway. He rode it aaaaaaaall the way to Processor and didn't so much as look back, even when giving his pursuers the slip and covered in over ten different samples of blood. Come on, old girl... That's it. Almost there, he could hear the sounds of laughter and screams. Just a little bit further, past the roaring roller coasters and the striped tents... Just a little bit...!

    Ding, ding~!

    "Greetingsss, Kev! Am I late?"

    As cool as ice.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Fri Jun 19, 2015 10:18 pm

    Tick...

    Tock...

    Tick...

    Tock...


    Just inside the ticket booth, there was a clock, and the ticking was beginning to get on his nerves. Kev let out a sigh, chin cradled in his own palms as he rested his elbows upon his knees, body curled forward in a lurch. By now, all of the things that had tickled at his senses were like white noise. The smell of sweets and barbecue on the air, the pop music and carnival music, delighted screams and happy laughter, it might as well have been static. The alien shuffled in place on the bench before huffing once again, eyes flat on the horizon. There had not been any repeats of the earlier incident, Kev had been concentrating in keeping his own mind and Fear's separated. He did not need more feedback for whatever Fear was getting into that was making him late. For the third time in the last five minutes, Kev sighed. Where was he...?

    "Excuse me?"

    Was he still busy killing people? Was he even on his way? ...Had the corpse forgotten?

    "Excuse me, sir?"

    Did Kev need to send him a mental reminder? Would Judge Fear appreciate an interruption during his purging, even if it was a reminder about their date?

    "Sir."

    Kev jolted up, blinking his eyes and turning his head swiftly to face the ticket booth. "Ah, sorry." The alien lifted up off of the bench, giving a slight hiss, bones cracking as he stood for the first time in a good few minutes. His hands massaged their way down his own back, kneading at the taut muscle until it loosened, the alien hobbling his way over to the ticket booth where a young man sat. "Yes?"

    The clerk raised a metal hand to sweep aside bright blonde bangs, sweat dripping down his dark brown skin. "Are you going to buy any tickets? You've been sitting out here for a long time, sir, and we don't allow solicitors." He sounded almost bored, as if people usually sat out on the bench to randomly sell things to anyone who walks by with no rhyme or reason.

    Kev raised a brow at the cyborg. In all the time that he had come here, he'd never seen this man before... "Solicitors? Uh, no...no, I'm not selling anything. I'm waiting for someone." The aien turned his gaze back out to the horizon once more, scanning it as if he may see a sign of the Judge. "He's late." The clerk raised his hands up, more then a little sheepish at the tone and very glad he wasn't whoever that guy was. Kev returned to his bench, plopping down onto it and stretching his legs out in front of himself to cross his ankles. Arms folded stiffly, glaring out into the horizon and hoping that the Judge could FEEL the force of his ire!

    Tick...

    Tock...

    Ti-


    As though he'd been shot in the arse, the alien jerked up on the bench, spine ramrod straight as he stared in a more specific direction this time. Kev's eyes were trained, watching a figure he could not quite see just yet, but he could sense it. A dark presence was approaching, strong and almost frightening as it carried a great weight with it. Kev gripped the bench, fingers curling around the smooth wood and readying himself. The moment the Judge showed his face, Kev would not hold back! The presence came closer and closer...even close-was that a bell?

    Judge Smooth wrote:"Greetingsss, Kev! Am I late?"

    "..." Kev had seen Judge Fear appear in many different ways. The Judge was quite varied in his methods of transportation, from travelling through shadow to blinking seemingly into existence. What he had never seen, was the gangly Dark Judge atop a crumpled, broken bicycle. By the looks of it, Judge Fear must have been riding the bike when it had it's collision, though the red stains that stained him were less surprising. The sight of it was enough to jolt the alien out of his shock, eyes sliding into a half-lidded look as he stood up from the bench with a flourish. "Yes, Fear, you are late. You are at least thirty minutes late. And I already know why it took you so long." He paused, stepping closer to place a hand on the less-then-smooth handlebars of the bike, looking it over. Yeesh, it really took a spill. The metal was crumpled up, the wheels a bit crooked, and the spokes! Oy... "But I have to admit, the bike is a surprise. Are you alright?"


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu Jun 25, 2015 4:08 pm

    "Yes, Fear, you are late. You are at least thirty minutes late. And I already know why it took you so long."

    Mmm... someone wasn't in a particularly good mood today, was he?

    Judge Fear saw his tardiness as completely negligible, but he knew better than to tempt the fates this afternoon. "Bah, it wasss for jussstice, Kev. You wouldn't underssstand." Oh alright, so the Dark Judge had to get at least one smart comment out. As for being alright... he swung a gangly leg over and hopped off the bike, stiffly guiding it toward a nearby bike rack. "Eh, asss good enough asss a dented corpssse ssshall ever be," was the answer. Never you mind just how badly his host had been damaged, Kev. You just stand over there and keep your scaly nose clean while he figures out which of his many chains to use for a suitable deterrent against theft. Ah, to hell with it. Let's just use this one. It certainly looked sturdy enough.

    The bike was locked up in record time (read: about average for a pair of clumsy corpse hands) and the oddball pair was that much closer to getting this social engagement back on track. "Ssso!" began a casual Judge Fear, getting up off his bent knee. He dusted his hands and stared down at the mouthless bugger. "What are you looking forward to the mossst in there? I can't imagine it being the ridesss." Just some idle chitchat to get the alien's mind off his ire.

    After all, this was supposed to be a happy event.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:45 pm

    For justice, of course. "I do understand how important your justice is. I just...didn't think you'd end up being so late." When he first realized what Judge Fear was doing, the alien had been a bit unnerved, but not upset. It wasn't as if Judge Fear's job was a secret, after all. The problem had been when that job made Fear so late. Though apparently not for a lack of trying, if the status of that bike was any indication. Fear hopped off of it and began to steer it to the bike rack, Kev following behind with his arms crossed over his chest. "Do you need any sort of attention? You're still in one piece, right?" The bike certainly wasn't, and the alien rose a brow. Was he really...? Yep. A chain pulled out and the bike was hitched to the rack, the metal clacking against metal. He highly doubted that anyone would steal it, but you never know...he stood off to the side patiently while Fear got it chained up properly. The scaly alien blinked when Fear started a casual conversation stater. "Hm?" What was he looking forward to? The tension in Kev's shoulder's lessened as he chuckled.

    "I'm looking forward to some of the rides. Maybe not the larger roller coasters but the smaller ones. Especially the ones that spin you all around, those are fun, and there's also the Ferris Wheel. I'm also looking forward to those games where you can win a prize, and the food smells really great... But I think I'm looking forward to seeing what's changed here, most. I'm excited to see if there are any new rides or games we can try out together." It'd be like a nice surprise. Kev tilted his head up at Fear, gesturing at him lightly with a hand. "What about you? Is there anything you're looking forward to?"


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu Jul 02, 2015 11:45 am

    Late, early, right on time - Judge Fear was not someone who bothered counting the seconds on his watch. As for everyone else, well... he just held them to a (impossible) higher standard. "I assssume the sssun isss ssstill in the sssky and the day isss yet young," hissed the Dark Judge. "Tardy or not, there isss ssstill plenty of daylight yet to burn. And no, I do not require any additional assssissstance to my judicial perssson." What is 'undead' for $200, Alex? Though the ghoul reckoned that any worse off and he'd have to begrudgingly request a roll of duct tape. He'll think about that when the time comes, however. Idle hands reached for the golden revolver kept snug against Judge Fear's bony hip and began to eject the empties, hollow metal clattering noisily against hardened cement. Continue, continue. Pay the ghoul little mind while he inspected the firearm's polished cylinder. Look, he was even nodding every so often to your words.

    "Only jussst sssome of the ridesss, Kev?" Aw, don't be a chicken! What about the rides that had you twisting and turning at breakneck speeds, or the ones that plummeted you to the earth with reckless abandon!? The ones that got people screaming and closer to cardiac arrest were the best rides, and Judge Fear was not about to skip out on all the potential death. Er, fun! Yes, fun, as he casually procured a handful of glinting bullets from a belt pouch. "One, two..."

    "What about you? Is there anything you're looking forward to?"

    Eh...

    Chains rattled as the Dark Judge shrugged his broad shoulders. "I've not been to sssomething like thisss in centuriesss," he confessed. And there was really no point being here, but a commitment was a commitment and he stuck by them - usually. Suppose he ought to humour Kev's question a smidgen more, though? Probably, because the alien was undoubtedly disturbed by the slumbering weapon held so eagerly in Judge Fear's rotten palm. The sixth and last bullet found its happy place shortly before a satisfying - clik! - rang between them. "There isssn't much I am looking forward to, though there isss one thing that would make me possssitively giddy." And you know what that is, Kev? As the revolver's cylinder spun, its whirring sinister, the Dark Judge dropped the trapdoor and locked it before slowly leveling his fully-loaded weapon upon - you guessed it - the nearby ticket attendant. Another click, softer and far more ominous, announced the cocking of the revolver's hammer.

    Just one bullet is all it took - right between the eyes. It'd be child's play from this distance, really. Think anyone would miss the kid?

    ...Nah!

    They could always make another one, and he'd shoot that one all the same too.

    For the longest while (read: ten seconds), the ghoul's trigger finger was dangerously close to sealing the boy's fate. And for the longest while (read: an additional ten seconds), the ghoul wondered just how much of a sinner the boy really was; he settled on 95%, due to the attendant's cybernetic hand. A worthwhile exchange.

    Cl - cl - clik!

    Alas! It was an exchange not meant to be, and Judge Fear lightly let the hammer down. The revolver's barrel was then pointed to the sky, to the Almighty himself, and soon returned to rest yet again upon its owner's hip, where it hungrily waited. "But," he reckoned, "I can alwaysss resssume purging after thisss day isss sssaid and done. Today'sss your lucky day, kid. You ssshould go out and celebrate after your ssshift, becaussse next time you won't have one." But hey, beats sitting on that chair and slaving away for that minimum wage cred, right?
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Thu Jul 02, 2015 3:19 pm

    Kev squinted his eyes at the Judge before giving a cursory glance to the bright shining ball of light that hovered above their very heads. "Yes, the sun is still in the sky and the day isn't over yet. We still have time to spend together." He relented, begrudgingly. Fear had a point of course; late as he was, the day wasn't ruined or over. They could make up for lost time. "Good, good. I'm glad you made it here in one piece." The bicycle was a different story but, eh...something told the alien that it didn't belong to Fear anyway. The alien chattered away, all signs of annoyance at the corpse fading away as he thought about how to spend the day, the things that they could do. It was a nice distraction, though eventually the scaly alien couldn't help but to notice the golden gun that Fear was holding. Kev continued to talk, but with every bounce an empty metal bullet made, his pupils flitted down to follow it. "Yes, just some." A bit of humor seeped into his tone, playful as he picked up on some Judgely goading. "I'll ride the big, dangerous rides, but I'm not necessarily 'looking forward' to it." The high speed coasters were fun, he'd admit that much. The thrill of feeling as though he was going to fall only to be completely secure, it was fun! But it wasn't what he came for. Kev came for smaller rides, games, the smell of food...new experiences. The Judge suddenly pulled out new bullets, loading them into his gun. Kev's eyes widen, and he took a big step back, both hands raised up as if to make sure the Judge wouldn't get trigger-happy on his scaly bruuka.

    The alien kept his distance until every last bullet was placed in a chamber, though he still kept his eyes squarely on the weapon. "Right, right..." Suppose Amusement Parks were second to the law. Judge Fear hadn't been to one in centuries, probably hadn't even thought about an amusement park in all this time. Why would he? So Fear's cluelessness on what he was looking forward to was excused. Kev was quite surprised to hear that Fear was looking forward to something though, and his gaze temporarily left the gun to center on Fear's helm. "Oh? What is it?"

    Meanwhile, at the ticket booth, the young man had been watching this exchange with a fair bit of humor. While at first he had been worrying for whoever the scaly guy was waiting for, as soon as the green dude rolled up in a busted up bike, any worries about a potential domestic issue were gone in an instant! That little scaly guy couldn't hurt that huge green man! Though, what an interesting couple of cards those two made. A mouthless, scaly man and a tall, green guy wearing a helmet. And...aiming something at himself. It only took a second to process what was being aimed his way, and the young man let out a startled yelp. "AAH!" In a quick, fluid move the young man's legs folded beneath himself, kneeling down behind the counter with his arms curled protectively over his head. "P-p-please put away the gun!" He didn't dare peek over and see if the gun had been stashed away, remaining in a kneeled position where he couldn't be shot, shaking like a leaf. He shook hard enough to jostle the metal of his own robotic hand, metal clinking and clicking in place with every tremor that went through his arm.

    The young man's yell drew Kev's attention, and he tore his gaze away from Fear's helm to take in the scene before him. Namely, the fact that Fear seemed like he wanted to shoot the ticket attendant. The alien stiffened in place, eyes narrowing at the corpse. Would he really do this? Here, now? Seconds ticked by, and Kev wasn't sure what he should do. Throwing himself in the path of the gun would be silly, not to mention that just might make Fear want to pull the trigger...all he could do was wait, and see. Patience was the right answer, as the gun was redirected to the sky before finding its place by Fear's side. Kev breathed out a sigh of relief, body relaxing. "Thank you, Fear." That could have been a disaster!

    Two bright blue eyes peered over the edge of the counter, fingertips gripping it desperately. Apparently, in what must have been some...weird killing compulsion, the green man decided to give him a pass, insisting that he ought to go celebrate after his next shift. The last thing he said almost sounded like a promise; next time he won't have one?! The man huffed out a deep, long-suffering sigh and leaned forward to rest his head against the counter edge with a soft thump. "Celebrate...? After that, I'm going out and have about twenty drinks..." He mumbled, steadily raising himself to stand behind his post as he was meant to, though an odd shiver ran down his spine. The young man kept trying to keep his eyes off of Mr. Murder-a-lot, only to find them shifting right back onto that helm, and most importantly the gun. Brrr, this guy just screamed 'Bad News'...

    Kev regarded the young man's behavior, brow slightly raised. Well, Fear sure gave that kid a heart attack...the alien turned to the Judge and placed a hand on Fear's skeleton thin arm. "It might be best if I go get the tickets and you...stay here. Yeah?" That little game of Russian Roulette certainly didn't earn them any friends...hopefully that kid wasn't going to go to his supervisor about this. The alien waited to hear Fear's response before he did anything.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu Jul 02, 2015 11:10 pm

    Judge Fear always had a point. "If you ride the big ridesss, ssso will I," he offered. It'd be no big deal for himself, though the Dark Judge was largely ignorant of just how tall he was. They'll get to that bridge when it's time to cross it; right now there were tastier fish to fry. He saw you cowering behind your ticket counter, kid, don't think he didn't. Getting a tasty sample of the attendant's fear only made the Dark Judge hungrier.

    "Don't thank me yet," the ghoul hissed. How... cryptic, but he didn't bother explaining further.

    Like the predictable sinner he was, Kev thought to play nice. His reward was a disappointed - "Mhm..." Yes, go ahead and make smalltalk with the lad. It won't do you any good, because the boy was just going to repeat whatever offenses he was hiding in no time. Best to waste him now, before anything became too serious. A terrible itch plagued Judge Fear's trigger finger. Suppose he should give the alien this chance and quiet things down. To just purchase the tickets and be done with it, but you know what? That just wasn't Judge Fear's style. After (reluctantly) granting Kev a few paltry seconds to do his thing with the kid, the Dark Judge could no longer stay put. He shambled forward, a towering 7'7" in stature, and leaned over the alien's shoulder with a jarring creak. Spines: who needs them, eh?

    "Greetingsss, sssinner!" Like the booming voice? Kev's inner ear probably didn't, being so close and all. The unbearable stenches of rot and musty leather wafted into the ticket booth as if ushered forth by a bone-chilling breeze, an intense presence heavily weighing down upon the boy's shoulders. And that wasn't all. Should the kid think to sass or think himself smart, perhaps even run, the reappearance of a certain revolver ought to quickly educate him.

    The Dark Judge set his glistening firearm to rest upon the counter, where its muzzle was oh-so-conveniently pointed mere centimeters away from the attendant's sweaty head.

    No.

    Sudden.

    Moves.

    Or your head gets the latest in cranial ventilation, savvy?

    Now that he had the kid's undivided attention, it was time to work some Deadworld magic. "What are your dissscountsss?" Judge Fear inquired. Hey, why pay full price when you can just muscle your way through and knock an easy 20% off your purchase?
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Mon Jul 06, 2015 2:23 pm

    "Oh?" Kev glanced up at the Judge, interest lighting up his eyes. "If that's the case, maybe I'll look forward to riding them after all." Big, intimidating rides always were best when you had a partner along for the ride! And no doubt, whatever fear the attendants would feel on the ride would fill the Judge up like a cat in a giant bird cage. Could be a win-win for both of them, and the thought of it did a lot to lighten the alien's spirits. Though that didn't last too long once the Judge insisted that he ought not be thanked yet. That poor little attendant...in any case, the Judge made a noise that Kev decided to interpret as 'Alright'.

    The alien turned and approached the booth, peering back at the stressed out ticket attendant. Kev raised a hand and gave him a friendly wave. "Hi, I'd like-" He rigidly stopped himself mid-sentence at the sound of creaks that came from behind, the Judge lurching forward and looming over Kev's shoulder. Kev turned his head, staring at the metal helm and almost daring him to do anything but just stand there--

    Judge Fear wrote:"Greetingsss, sssinner!"

    "Sss...!" The alien leaned away from Fear, body tensing up. The eye on the same side that Fear had approached winced as he attempted to clear away the resounding thumping within his ears. He reached a hand up and rubbed at his head. "Tsk..." Figured the Judge wouldn't just stand back and behave...

    The attendant had also lurched away from Fear, though it was for an entirely different reason. His nose crinkled tightly in disgust, mouth grimacing before he clamped his mouth shut. Ugh, he could almost taste the rot... The temperature seemed to suddenly drop within the confined area, teeth chattering. The Judge brought an arm and set it down to rest on the counter of the booth, that same gun still held tightly within his gross, corpsey hand and aiming it directly at his own head. The man's teeth gave one more stiff clack before his jaw clamped shut, both hands grasping his end of the counter to steady himself and keep from moving too fast. If he jerked too much...someone may get a trigger finger. "D-d-discounts...?"

    Kev gave the gun a disapproving glare that moved up to the Judge before giving the attendant a decidedly more sheepish look. "It's alright, we don't need a disco-"

    "No!" The man kept himself incredibly still, but his voice rose several octaves as a shaky grin spread it's way across his mouth. Metal fingers creaked as they tightened their grip on the counter. "B-by all means, allow me to offer our discounts to you." This was life or death, and they were in the outer city. If his manager had a problem, he could take it out of his own paycheck! He wasn't going to get shot over this job... "W-we offer a discount for all military personnel! There is also a Senior citizen discount for those over the age of 70. W-we have a membership that you can sign up for, that would give you a discount of food, drinks, a-and souvenirs!" The man's eyes wandered, trying to remember more discounts that the place offered. Come on, come on...his gaze rested on the scaly man who had been waiting for so long, who actually looked pretty young now that he thought of it...especially compared to the green, stinky gun wielder. "And! And there's a student discount, yes!" He nodded his head enthusiastically. "Are those discounts satisfactory?"

    Kev heaved a heavy sigh, bring his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, resting his elbow on the counter of the booth. If Fear was going to intimidate every attendant like this, it was going to be a very long day. "The membership thing sounds pretty good to me..." He lifted his head to look up at the Judge. "What do you think?"


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Mon Jul 06, 2015 9:11 pm

    Mistake #1: never dare someone named Judge Fear.

    Mistake #2: never say that you don't need any discounts.

    "Ooh, military and sssenior citizen dissscountsss." Hear that, kid? Your luck was just piling up. The Dark Judge's finger eased off the trigger guard, but kindly remember that it was only a split second's notice from taking the juve's life. "Let'sss have the military and sssenior citizen dissscount, if you pleassse." See the badge and gun? Law enforcement. Notice the rotting corpse beneath an afternoon sun? Definitely an oldster. Though a membership discount... Judge Fear shook his helm, not finding it terribly appetizing. "Too much paperwork and junk in the possst," was his reasoning. Who needs all the hassle?

    "And! And there's a student discount, yes!"

    ...Eh?

    The silence between the parties was nearly palpable. Or that could just be the ghoul's charming aura. Either way, he eventually hissed, "...Not that kind of relationsssship." Oh the implications. Best to squash that one right quick! "Jussst the two dissscountsss will do. What isss the total?" And no funny business with the register, lad, or it's Swiss cheese for you.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Tue Jul 07, 2015 1:15 pm

    The attendant relaxed considerably when the Judge reacted positively to the senior discount and the military discount. Just a few more minutes and these two could go inside, and he could go on lunch...just a few more minutes! Even Kev gave the Judge a surprised look, though it was more for the actual discounts. Military and senior, huh? Guess being a Judge counted as the military while the senior part...Fear was a lot older then 70. The membership thing had not been as embraced, and Kev gave a shrug. "That's fair. Though I might come back here by myself one time and look into it...since I've come here so many times." Might as well, right?

    As for the student discount, the implication had soared right over Kev's noggin, the alien only blinking as a silence was shared between corpse and presumably human. Sweat beaded its way down the young man's face as the silence grew, overbearing and haunting until the corpse finally spoke again. "O-oh..." So they weren't like...young student guy and old man military friend...? In fact, what even was this relationship supposed to be? The man squinted before finding himself disgusted by the idea of anything in a relationship with a corpse, focusing his eyes completely on the register as he began to punch in numbers.

    Chk chk chk...

    "Usually I'd ask for proof, like an id to verify you served with the military and that you are a senior but, haha!" He grinned. "Y-you seem like a trustworthy guy! So I'll take your word for it!" A trustworthy guy with a gun...a few more clicks and shifts as keys were tapped, until a number popped up on the screen. "One full price ticket and one ticket with the senior discount and the military discount, that comes out to be...25 credits."

    Though Kev had been quietly simmering at the implication that he was a mere student, he know blinked at the attendant with a bright look of surprise in his eye. He shifted his glance up to Fear's metal helm. "Huh! Nice call on the discounts. That's a pretty good deal!" They wouldn't exactly be eating or drinking much anyway. Kev turned his bag around so that he could reach through the front pocket, withdrawing a small wallet and pulling out the right amount of credits. "Here you go." His pupils spotted a tip jar laying on the counter however, scanning the contents. A few crumpled credits...hmm. Well, it was only fair. The alien withdraw an extra two credits and placed them in the tip jar.

    The attendant took the offered credits, slipping them into the register and printing out the tickets for the park, though the young man loomed over the machine and twitched about anxiously. Come on, come on, come on... Finally, freshly printed paper was printed from the machine, a little stamped message admitting one person and one senior citizen who was a member of the military. He quickly tore off the part of the ticket that was intended for the park and slid the tickets over to the two guests with his fingertips. "Here you go, have a wonderful day!" From the stretched grin on his face and the sweat dripping from his brow, it was clear that the man was counting down the seconds until he was free.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Tue Jul 07, 2015 3:37 pm

    Kev wasn't a frequent fairgoer and he didn't live all that close, but the Dark Judge was digressing. "Mm..." What's that, lad? Was there a smattering of disgust in your eyes? No sinner had the right to judge a Judge, and a sudden heavy presence landed itself squarely onto the attendant's shoulders. "And not that kind of relationssship, either..." was the clarification, a warning growl evident in Judge Fear's ethereal voice. You know what they said about assumptions...

    "Usually I'd ask for proof, like an id to verify you served with the military and that you are a senior - "

    Challenge accepted.

    See that sinner over there, the one at least seventy-five meters away and with a rather dashing hat? Yes, well... Judge Fear gave both Kev and the attendant their breathing space, pivoting at the bony hip to level his menacing firearm juuuuust right. Its polished barrel glinted in the afternoon sun as it trailed the ghoul's unwitting target. Steady does it, steady...

    Three...

    Two...

    BANG! ...Ptoo!

    What a spectacular shot! Off the man's hat went, blown off with such gusto it left him positively baffled. Had that been a freak gust of wind or did a bullet really whiz over his darling head? It was mighty tempting to fire off another round and take the sinner out completely, but that could perhaps be saved for later. The Dark Judge returned his murderous sights onto the ticket attendant and holstered his weapon. "Proof enough for you?" he openly goaded. And if you still doubted his seniority, go ahead and take a sniff of his rotting host. Go on, kiddo. It was just a corpse, after all~!

    "Huh! Nice call on the discounts. That's a pretty good deal!"

    "Mhm." See what a little weight-throwing gets you, Kev? It saves you money; never mind that Judge Fear no longer had a keen grasp on currency and why it was necessary. Still, saving money. Though he reckoned you won't be saving money if you tipped every Tom, Dick, and Harry.

    Sigh, Kev... At least they now had their tickets.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Jul 08, 2015 6:26 am

    The young man's shoulders shifted forward, metal hand clenching tightly as a heavy feeling descended upon him. His eyes glanced back behind himself, to see if perhaps Jared had come to take over for him and decided to rest his arm on top of him in an attempt to startle him. Of course, Jared's smiling face was nowhere to be seen. His eyes redirected towards the front as the Judge growled at him, insisting that it wasn't 'that' kind of relationship either! What...what was this guy? Could he read minds? The man started to stammer a quick apology and Kev glanced between the two of them. What exactly had the alien missed?

    Judge Fear suddenly walked away however, and Kev and the attendant shared a quick questioning glance. Kev shrugged at the young man. Both of their eyes widened once Fear pivoted and aimed his gun, though their reactions were quite different. The young man ducked behind the counter with a yelp while Kev stepped forward. "Fear...?" Haha, the Judge wouldn't really shoot someone before they even officially entered the park, right?! Though the Judge was definitely aiming that thing at a man's head a not at any glass bottles. A loud BANG rang through the air, bullet zipping forward. The alien tensed up, but was greatly relieved when the man didn't keel over, spurting blood like a water fountain. Instead, the fancy hat atop of his head flew right off of his scalp.

    The alien heaved a great sigh of relief, while the attendant peeked over the top of the counter to make sure no one had died during his shift. Truth be told, weapons weren't welcome in the park. That golden gun that the corpse had just fired off was grounds for a call to security and expulsion from the park! The young man swallowed heavily, the big guy probably wouldn't like that...the last thing he wanted to do was piss this rude thing off. There was no danger in letting it go just this once, riiight? "Yes, of course! That is...just enough proof for me! Proof that I didn't even ask for and instead insisted on not even needing anyway, but who am I to argue with such...flawless proof!" Gun-wielding, mind reading, smelly old bastard...fear was beginning to ebb away and became replaced by deep-seated annoyance. How had it come to this? How? The transaction had been made, plus a tip, and that hopefully meant that the two of them would be on their way! Their leaving would be a literal weight off of his shoulders.

    "Mhm?" Well well, someone seemed a little smug about being right. Kev rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the corpse but otherwise content to let the matter go. Had the discounts been good? Of course! Would Kev have ever been able to pass for a military man or a senior citizen? Pfft...no. No amount of weight-throwing could change that. Next to the entrance, waited a stern looking old man who was apparently half deaf, having missed the entire exchange between attendant and Judge. The alien briefly showed him their tickets, and the man stooped over to squint at the words that were printed. He gave the two of them a nod and straightened up, giving a respectful salute. The alien glanced at Fear for a moment, then saluted the man back. Well that was awkward. Kev lead the way for the corpse, reaching over to slip Fear's ticket into his gangly hand. The booth was finally left behind them, walking around the side to enter the amusement park. They walked through a wide arch, simply titled 'Portal Breach Amusement Park'. Now, the smells and sounds of the park were a lot more vibrant. Fatty foods and sweet treats lingered in the air, delighted screaming echoing around the both of them. The alien paused to take a quick sniff of the air, before admiring the amusement park properly. Several people shuffled by the two of them, of many species and kinds. The place was very active, and buzzing with life as people went about their own little schedules of how to spend their day at the amusement park.

    Before them lay the rides and attractions closest to the entrance. The twisty tracks of a roller coaster could be seen, and behind that the very top of a Ferris Wheel peeked over. Machinery clicked and creaked, promising that quite a few rides were actually close by. Some of them were merely hidden behind the buildings, most of which were the eateries, the sources of the smell of food. "What do you want to ride first?" The scaly alien asked, eyes scouring the area. Where was the park map at...?


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