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    Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:59 am

    Time: Midnight
    Date: September 23, 0006

    "Fine. You wisssh to ssseek out Judge Mortisss? You wisssh to quessstion him?"
    "Yes."
    "Then look to the Outer Dissstrict and follow the ssstriking aroma of rot. Maggotsss will line hisss path. Go to where it isss coldessst, and the skiesss bleak."

    Dutifully KARR kept the Dark Judge's instructions to his databanks, scanners surveying at optimal performance and range in order to pick up a single whiff of Mortis' trail. For a long while, there was nothing save for the usual stink of refuse and waste that lined the alleyways between towering derelict buildings, along with movement from within the residences that the Judges had not managed to get to just yet in their eternal purges. The street lamp's amber glow flowed over the car's lines as it passed underneath, the scanner upon its nose pacing attentively from side to side as KARR navigated the ghetto streets.

    Though, for all his technical wonders, there was always--

    Blip!

    ...A blunder.

    Every now and again KARR would pause, his sensor locking onto a potential trail only to find the source to be anything and everything but the ghoul he was searching for. While rot and decay were powerful and distinctive odors, the processes that caused them could be found around any and every corner with a laden dumpster or the remains of two rival gang members meeting face to face for the last time. As for the unnatural chill and bleak skies? The AI decided those were far more ready to detect, along with the aforementioned trail of maggots.

    Up and down the streets, keeping his pace to a energetic cruising speed of fifty to keep from blowing past anything that may jump out at him suddenly. A single trace of rotten odor, a distinctive drop in temperature, an unusual prevalence of maggots...

    Bleep-beep!

    Four streets down, KARR's surveillance mode picked up on suspicious activity. The bitter chill, maggots, and a distinct air of decay and death... Couple that with the panicked screams muffled by the surrounding buildings and a rather tall, rotting corpse roaming among them, and KARR was more than confident that he managed to finally find his target. Immediately his pursuit mode was engaged and the two toned trans am was a blur among the rows of densely packed buildings, racing as quickly as his systems could allow him without losing control of the vehicle. Which, given his superior engineering, was a very hard feat to accomplish.

    Within mere moments KARR arrived at the source of the strange reading, a small apartment building that reeked of decay and looked as it was threatening to fall apart the more he idled in front of it. Brick and mortar crackled and crumbled before his very scanners, the AI realizing this was the very first time he had ever witnessed the Judge's aura in such a devastating level of effect. Within, the very floors grew ever more unstable as he watched Mortis make his way through them on his X-ray scanner arrays, maggots writhing and squirming out of rapidly disintegrating carpet, crumbling concrete, and anywhere else the dark Judge thought to roam. Mindful of his distance around the condemned building, KARR activated his audio projectors and called out to the single moving being he could detect within it.

    "Judge Mortis! I request an audience with you!" Boomed the AI, his voice echoing off the surrounding buildings. Oddly enough, he had not realized that many of them looked as if they were about to fall in on themselves.

    CROOOM!

    If they had not already. Given that these places were filled with rotted, dead bodies and traces of rot that mirrored what the Dark Judge left behind in the building he was in now, it was evident that Mortis was the culprit behind the rapid demolition of what was the entire block all the way down to its beginnings at the highway's entrance.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Wed Sep 23, 2015 9:23 am

    This building was doomed...

    Filled with the sinful and damned, this entire city block was infested with life like rats infested stores full of grain. Filthy, chattering, scurrying through corridors with their minds plagued with panic and dread, there were sinners abound that required the honorable Judge's expert touch. One by one he waded through the teeming masses, claws reaching down to not snatch or grab, but to merely brush and caress their lethal tips over his prey's vulnerable flesh. It was all that he needed to do after all, but one touch, and the sinners rotted away around him. Chilling screams faded to final gasping sighs, and the Judge's dark uniform was cast in brilliant shades of cyan as the bodies erupted into code in his wake.

    In time they would return, he knew, but in time they too would grow weary of continuously trekking between life and death. Even the immortal iniquitous grew tired, he assured himself, and when that time came they would come to rest peacefully at his feet. They would gladly remain as rotted corpses, and finally allow him some peace from his own endless trek.

    Up and down streets, stairs, in and out of every room, searching every nook and cranny where he caught scent of that ever familiar, all too common stink. Life. To finally find reprieve would be a blessing, and yet a curse. For what else was there for a Judge to do once his task was completed than to exist unto eternity, devoid of purpose and yet incapable of finding rest? As bleak as it all sounded, the Judge once again found himself hollow. Just as hollow as he felt purging this street once, twice, tens of hundreds of times. Every death, every sinner successfully purged should have brought some sense of accomplishment, pleasure even... Perhaps at one time it would have.

    Now there was only the biting chill of his enlightenment, and his thoughts left to wonder what exactly he had removed to leave himself feeling so... empty. And yet telling himself it was not important to dwell upon in the same inkling.

    Their goal was the focus.

    Their law was all he needed to think upon.

    "Ssss..."

    Mortis' head rigidly turned away from his task, rotted flesh crackling and bones clattering as he sensed something amiss. Sightless eye sockets scanned the building and beyond, aware that something was on approach, something with intent... Possessing no thoughts for him to read, it lacked familiarity, but he need not be a psychic in order to hear. The air within the decaying building grew still and silent, save for a high pitched whine that grew louder and louder... Then stopped.

    The vehicle, he knew its distinctive engine anywhere.

    "Judge Mortis! I request an audience with you!"

    Along with its voice.

    However, it requested an audience. Why, and what made it important to be brought to him specifically? Regardless, the machine had proved itself to be an asset and served both him and his brother well. He could humor its inquiry. With a rattling hiss, Mortis turned and walked forward towards the street, a hand outstretched. Every wall that stood before him crumbled to dust under his touch, a path effortlessly carved through the complex as he kept shambling forward until his fetid touch was met with stone. Concrete, steel supports, insulation and finally mortar and brick to be more precise.

    Ah, but it all mattered so little in the end. All of it rotted, all of it rusted.

    Crrckrbl...

    All of it crumbled and bowed before the master of decay. Up on the third floor, a portion of the wall fell away in a wash of dust, revealing the very Dark Judge KARR had sought out. Within the shadowy recesses of the ruined apartment, an unnatural light burned dimly within Mortis' eye sockets like coals. "You requessst isss permisssable." Mortis hissed, cold as he stared down at the two toned vehicle. He stepped forward from his perch, jumping down from the building's third level to land solidly upon the pavement before stepping forward towards KARR. "Make your inquiry quick, for every moment I ssstand idle, my purgesss are dissrupted." The Dark Judge rasped, his tone every much as expectant as it was frigid.

    He so did hate when his work was interrupted.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Sep 24, 2015 6:00 am

    Crrckrbl...

    KARR's sensors detected Mortis as he rotted his way through the building, every material he came across within it crumbling aside to his very touch. For a moment, ever so brief, the AI's processors pondered whether or not his decision had been all that wise. After all, the Judge could rot his way through an entire building with little effort, and even he had not a clue whether or not his MBS coating could stand up to it for long.

    In fact, the compound never really had been a definite shelf-life.

    Regardless, the AI stood his ground. Even if Mortis managed to lay a single talon upon him, it would be without warrant. He had no intent to attack the Dark Judge, and to him machines were considered innocent as they were devoid of life. Thus, there really was nothing to fret over, was there? Even if there was a danger, KARR was rather confident that his systems would be responsive enough to keep him out of the ghoul's reach for as long as he needed, and should he need to turn to offense? Well, Fear could understand self-defense where it was due. Or so KARR decided. Either way, this conversation was far more important than the warnings his self-preservation protocols were screaming at him.

    As for Judge Mortis' less than welcoming greeting, the AI gave it little thought aside from the fact that he allowed him to speak. Their relationship had never been all that close aside from working together. Beyond that, KARR held little interest in the sheep-skulled undead, mainly because he hardly did anything to benefit him. Fear did all that work. "Very well, I shall keep this as brief as possible." He replied, tone even despite his growing aggravation. "All of what I wish to know regards you and your brother. Perhaps you may be able to answer what he cannot."

    And what Kev could not either, although the AI was wise to keep quiet regarding the alien.

    "I have heard you have gone through a change, why?" The AI inquired.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Fri Sep 25, 2015 3:06 am

    Should the ghoul have been able to read KARR's thoughts, he would have found his trepidation, albeit brief, to be all too granted. With every step towards the two-toned vehicle, the pavement withered and cracked beneath his feet, maggots writhing from the cracks to spill out onto the surface in a thick squirming mass. Around the Dark Judge, the temperature plummeted to an icy aura, frost clinging to windows and street lamps alike.

    Zzzt! Fzz-zzt!

    The Judge's aura ate away at the lighting above, the warm glow of the street lamps flickering as the final shreds of wiring rusted and disintegrated away. Within moments, the two were enshrouded in darkness, Mortis' aura finally killing the only sources of light on this particular block. His destructive stride halted before the AI, who interestingly enough stood his ground despite the fact the dark Judge's aura easily spanned far enough to take on the buildings beyond him. Perhaps it was simply that confident he was immune to his aura?

    Regardless, what caught Judge Mortis' interest the most was the AI's particular inquiry. His skull tilted to the side thoughtfully as KARR stated his reason. "How do you mean, anssswer what he cannot? Isss not the honorable Judge Fear'sss wissdom sssuitable for your curiosssitiess?" He hissed, claws coming to rest upon his belt. Then again, with his less than lawful decision to grow close to a sinner... Perhaps even his zealous outlook was starting to become corrupted. It was hard to say, and yet, Mortis was more than content to keep himself distant from the helmeted ghoul.

    Humanity was dreadfully contagious, after all.

    "I have heard you have gone through a change, why?"

    Ssss..." Well, this was certainly a surprise. "A change?" The ghoul grew silent for a long moment, the dull burning pinpricks within his eye sockets burning dully in the dark. What could the vehicle mean by a change...? He racked his mind, considering just how KARR came to that conclusion, or more, who brought him to it. All the while, a recent scenario pushed itself into the forefront of his thoughts, repeating over and over like an old record.

    Mortisss, Mortisss, what isss the meaning of thisss fog? What did you do out there? What have you done?

    You fool, you recklessssss, cowardly fool! Whatever you removed will now affect ussss bo -

    That fateful evening, yes... He remembered it well, he remembered Fear's less than accepting reaction to his enlightened state. He remembered his venom, his ignorance. Of course the ghoul would speak out about what happened. He had grown to be too much like the sinners he so enjoyed entertaining, visiting. Going native may have its advantages, but the costs, oh the costs were dangerous. Of course, the ghoul was vaguely aware that his brother went on to confide in another, but he doubted that the AI was the first he spoke to. No, if he knew the fellow Judge, he went and spoke with that loose-lipped green sinner first, and the rest came spilling out of his gossiping mind after.

    "I sssee Fear isss ever dutiful in keeping mattersss confidential." Came a sarcastic gravel. "You did not hear about my rehabilitation, you were told. Kev ssspoke of it to you after Fear confided in him, did he not?" Mortis coldly sneered, the trail laid out all too clearly for him to follow. It was almost funny, how the AI had likely figured himself clever in attempting to be vague. That is, it would have been should Mortis have an inkling of remembrance or what humor was. Instead, there was only a low hiss, the ghoul standing deathly still as he addressed the AI again.

    "Of what importance isss my ssearch for ssstability to you, machine?" His thoughts turned to movement in the distance, life abundant and yet fleeting as the iniquitous denizens of the Outer District scrambled for cover. As if a barred door or boarded windows would save them. His claws curled at the notion of returning to his work, cutting long, shallow gouges in the fabric of his belt pouches. "Sssss..."
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Sep 25, 2015 4:45 am

    Once KARR's sensors had detected the effects of Mortis' aura upon the streets, he quickly decided it best to put himself in reverse and keep as much distance from the advancing Dark Judge as he could without leaving the conversation entirely. lamp lights flickered, and soon enough the AI had to resort to his night vision scanners in order to see where he was. Must the Judge project so much of his abilities at once? Certainly there had to be little to gain from having the sinners he sentenced be able to feel him before he even got near.

    Yet, the surrounding block continued to steadily decay. Pavement cracked and began to crumble to dust, and even the nearby cars started to sink upon their tires as they started to wither, and their metallic frames began to rust in his very presence. Needless to say, merely asking the Judge to tone down his aura would be more than a mere request. One that the Judge likely would not heed, if his answer to his prior question gave any indication.

    "His answers to my questions have been limited. I wish to know more." He replied evenly, his wheels ceasing their backwards creep as he found a suitable distance between himself and the steadily progressing rot. Cautiously he observed and waited for the Judge to answer his second inquiry, the ghoul growing ominously quiet for a long few minutes.

    What was he pondering?

    With a cold, sarcastic sneer did KARR get his answer, irritation bubbling up hotly to clash with the Judge's icy demeanor. Although the AI admittedly had not figured the Judge to be such a quick study of where he had gotten his insight from. "It does not matter if I was told or if I had overheard, nor does it matter who told me about your so-called rehabilitation." He retorted hotly, soon after realizing his outburst and taking a moment to reel himself in. "What matters, Judge Mortis," He began again, his vocalizer sounding tight-lipped, "Is that it is affecting your brother."

    Given the two were connected, perhaps Mortis knew what was going on already. Although with how this one was being so stubborn, perhaps it would be best to be more forthright. "I have been told that Judge Fear is in agony because of you deciding to remove your emotions. He is suffering because of you, and all I can gain from him is that you decided to do this because you wanted to be more lawful." KARR hissed, the amber light upon his nose pacing swiftly from side to side. "Were you not lawful already? What made you decide you needed to rehabilitate yourself, and hurt your brother and my caretaker in the process?"

    Despite the frightful aura that surrounded the Judge, KARR could not help but think that the ghoul had better give a good answer.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:19 am

    Hm, yes, limited. Mortis gave a slow shake of his skeletal head, a soft hiss escaping from between his teeth as he regarded the absolute fallacy of that statement. "Yet you were told enough to come and ssspeak to me." Mortis rasped, clawed feet stepping forward to take up every inch of ground that the AI thought to put between them. Did his aura make you nervous, KARR? Were you afraid of developing a spot of rust upon your immaculate body? For all of the machine's capabilities, he was no more confident than the average sinner in his presence... Fitting, given it was built by them.

    All the same, there was a certain satisfaction in watching a robot cautiously inch back from him.

    Caution that was carelessly tossed to the wind not long after. The pits of his eyes sockets flared, the burning coals within them sparking as if fed with fresh heat. "Ssss! Mind your tone in the presssence of a Judge, robot. I find your churlissshness to be very annoying." He scolded threateningly. If there was one thing worse than being delayed from his duties, it was that the reason behind his delay was being discourteous. An affront that the honorable Judge held no trouble putting an end to should the AI keep pestering him.

    "What matters, Judge Mortis, is that it is affecting your brother."

    So that was what the AI was really interested in... There was a detached sigh, and the Dark Judge gave a small flick of his bony tail. "That isss not newss, robot. Many thingsss affect Fear, ssshould he drop hisss guard enough to allow it." Came his tolerant reply. "My brother isss an empath, and a powerful one. Anything he isss affected by iss through hisss own decisssion. The effectsss you sssee are by choice." His suffering, his so-called agony, all of it the helmeted Judge put himself through by choice. If he wanted to, he could easily overcome it and return to his normal state.

    Or so he decided.

    At the AI's continued hounding, Mortis hissed and stepped forward, shambling onto the sidewalk and soon started to pass the vehicle by. He knew what this was all about. The AI's apparent loyalty, while admirable in some respect, had in turn made him misplace his fury. The glow within his eye sockets waned back to their usual dull embers, one drifting to look upon the two-toned vehicle as he continued on his path. "If you have come to berate me for my way of adaption, I will have none of it. Begone, machine, I have my dutiesss to fulfill thiss eve."

    And his duties, if it was not apparent already, were unending.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:14 am

    For every bit of asphalt KARR rolled back, Mortis took it away from him just as swiftly. Those burning red pinpricks within the pits of his sockets appeared to be trained on him, and yet were not. Thus, KARR was forced to keep moving back as the Judge pressed forward, unwilling to let himself be caught within the more destructive parts of his aura. With how their conversation was going, it was likely he probably enjoyed pushing him back like he was.

    Especially given his response to the AI's slip in composure. His brief scolding was met with silence, knowing better than to apologize, and even moreso than to try and argue against his threat. Besides, what would Mortis do to him? He was not a living being, he was considered an innocent by their standards. The Judge would not dare harm a single bolt upon his person out of sheer conviction to their law and doctrines.

    Still, that did not stop the AI from holding his virtual tongue.

    Though the unded lawman was tolerant enough to reply to him, it seemed that he was unsurprised to what was going on with Fear. "You know this is going on and yet allow it?" KARR replied slowly, puzzled. Though as Mortis went on, apparently he did nothing because he felt that Fear could decide to not be affected by the other's choice whenever he wished. As a powerful empath, he could choose what affected him and what could not. Therein... Did Mortis think Fear's own symptoms were but a mere tantrum?

    It made the AI take pause in his crawling retreat, mulling it over as Mortis kept advancing. By now KARR had been successfully distracted from the encroaching decay that settled around him as the Judge drew ever closer. Maggots erupted around his tires from where the asphalt cracked, and an unnatural frost began to creep across his polished body in ever chaotic patterns.

    Granted, if both thought the other needed to compromise in order for anything to progress, nothing would happen. They would both remain at a standstill until one of them decided it was time to act. Given Fear's own adamance in waiting for Mortis to make the decision himself... Well, that left the possible eternity it would take for the sheep-skulled Judge to decide that his adaption was not all it had been cracked up to be. Neither option would grant much progress, KARR deduced, one of his microscanners registering Judge Mortis as he shambled by in the dark.

    "If you have come to berate me for my way of adaption, I will have none of it. Begone, machine, I have my dutiesss to fulfill thiss eve."

    SHRIIEE!

    There was a sudden screech of rubber on asphalt, the AI throwing his form into a 180-degree spin before coming to an idle beside Mortis, although on the far side of the street. Even with the short distance between the two, it was enough to spare him somewhat from the bitter aura that Mortis constantly shed upon his surroundings. "No." KARR corrected, careful to keep his tone even and controlled. "I have not come to berate you but to... Be enlightened." He tactfully picked his words as he continued, his pride and passion swallowed like a bitter pill. It was for the sake of making his caretaker better, he reminded himself."My earlier outburst was unwarranted, and so I apologize. However I see little reason in your brother's reaction, he too is dampened in his ability to feel emotion since your adaption. Certainly it must impede on his own duties."

    KARR idled around some building debris in the road, hoping his act to be enough to get Mortis to listen to him again. Though he had to say, having to swallow one's pride for the sake of getting what he needed from someone else had been something he had not dealt with for... What was it now? Two years? Yes, that was right. He had not remembered it being so aggravating.

    "How long have you two been like this?" He questioned still, keeping up with the Judge's elongated gait as he patrolled the empty street.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:56 am

    "I allow it ssso long asss he allowsss himssself to feel it. Ass I sssaid, he can choossse to not sssuffer." Mortis repeated. Yet, there Fear was, deciding to allow his emotions, his memories to be wiped right alongside his... Why? Did his brother not cherish everything he had gained upon this iniquitous rock? Were Livewire and Kev not worth protecting their memory within that empty helm of his? Mortis had his reasons, his vices that needed to be wiped away for the sake of their duties, for the sake of remaining lawful and untainted by the desires of the criminals they so sought to purge.

    Fear on the other hand embraced them, perhaps a little too much. Still, it was a sacrifice done with a reason at the core of it...

    So why did he choose to suffer?

    Judge Mortis hardly paused in his stride as KARR burned rubber behind him, turning about to keep pace on the other side of the street. "You are driving on the wrong ssside." Mortis grumbled, turning his skull towards the next building as he pondered what lay within. A mass of sin plagued this structure, its walls filled to the brim with fearful, simpering, sinners. His claws flexed at the thought of the impending slaughter.

    "No. I have not come to berate you but to... Be enlightened."

    Hm, he should have figured that the machine would have been stubborn. "Ssss..." Mortis' gaze remained upon the his next project, focused upon the teeming masses inside, thinking themselves safe from his senses. Believing they have some semblance of hope in escaping him. Fools, all of them. "And you think enlightenment to come from heated wordsss and taking only one ssside while knowing nothing of the other?" The Judge gravelled, pausing for a moment as the AI's argument became a little more open minded.

    "Better." He rasped, turning his skull to look at the two-toned car that lingered on the other side of the street. "Come aid me in my purgess, and I may allow you sssome inssight if you are ssso perplexed." He bargained, a rotten claw pointing towards the building next to him with a sickly crackle of ancient joints and leathery skin.

    Why let the vehicle have whatever he wanted for free, when he could just as easily lend a missile, or a laser, or even a flamethrower to earn his answers. It was like having numerous kinds of his brethren in one machine, he pondered. Efficient, albeit some part of him thought it betraying to their ways. They were initially a hands-on operation after all...

    "Impede on hisss dutiess it doess." Mortis hissed, turning fully to face the vehicle as he lingered in front of the apartment. "But only with hisss enjoyment. Jussst asss I feel little from purging the iniquitousss. It iss a job, a purpossse for the ssake of a greater goal. We do not kill for fun, robot." Mortis gravelled, his pointing hand coming to dangle limply at his side. "Even ssso, I remind you that it isss hiss choice. I did not force anything upon him."

    Fear could decide if he wanted to have fun with his job, Mortis thought, he could feel a sense of satisfaction if he so wished. Why should his adaption affect his brother so? Fear had decided to be autonomous while they had been disconnected, thus there should not be a reason why he should feel compelled to be the same as him, to dwell in what he did.

    A riddle, that Judge Fear.

    The second question was pondered with a low hiss, the Judge quickly figuring the passage of time between this eve and the day of his rehabilitation. "A month. It hasss been a full month sssince I had adapted myssself and Fear decided to... To sssuffer." He rasped, his tone dwindling on those final two words before he turned his gaze upon the building once more.

    "Now, fulfill your end." He curtly hissed. There were sinners in that building that needed a sentencing desperately.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Sep 26, 2015 2:28 am

    Again came that statement. Fear was letting himself feel like he was in agony, choosing to suffer from Mortis' actions. No, that could not be the case, Fear could not be willingly suffering because he wanted to suffer... There had to be something more to this. There were too many holes that needed to be filled, from the both of them, their statements. What had Mortis done to adapt that made Fear choose to suffer through unrelenting agony? What made Mortis want to adapt in the first place?

    "I need to drive on this side." KARR replied, "I cannot drive alongside you in your current state." The AI came to a halt as Mortis stopped before his next destination, another apartment building. This one teemed with humans, easy over ten, perhaps twenty, thinking to hide away within the structure to spare themselves from justice. KARR's attention returned to Mortis however as the ghoul went on, his gravelled hiss pointing out the flaws in the computer's argument. Hm, if his pride had not been stung before by having to keep his outrage controlled, now the one responsible for Fear's agony was calling him arrogant.

    "Again, my apologies." KARR replied, restraining his irritation from seeping into his voice. Though from having heard what he did from both the alien and Judge Fear, it was hard to not hold heated words against the Dark Judge. Though, it seemed Mortis wanted a price for speaking to him this evening, information in exchange for decimating the sinners that he needed to sentence for his purge. his scanner arrays followed where Mortis pointed, the apartment behind him of course being the target in question. "Very well, I accept your bargain." He replied, a hint of exasperation dripping upon his words. He would rather not waste energy, especially with the sheep-skulled fool, but if it meant getting an answer...

    "Impede on hisss dutiess it doess. But only with hisss enjoyment. Jussst asss I feel little from purging the iniquitousss. It iss a job, a purpossse for the ssake of a greater goal. We do not kill for fun, robot. Even ssso, I remind you that it isss hiss choice. I did not force anything upon him."

    So Fear did not need to feel in order to carry out his duties? Something about that sounded dreadfully... wrong. "I thought he was an empath? Doesn't that entail that he needs to be able to harness the emotions of others in order to function optimally?" KARR inquired, keeping his place at the other side of the street. Even with this small change in distance, the frost was not so thick upon his glossy paneling, and his sensors detected a significant drop in the withering that took place within the Judge's presence.

    Though KARR still was not all that convinced that Mortis was correct in saying that he had not forced anything upon his brother.

    "A month?" KARR repeated, the words blurted from his vocalizer in a surprised elctro-vomit. Mortis' own addition to the reply was enough to make the AI fall silent, though his processors were tumbling responses, questions, and millions of miles for nano-second. It seemed Mortis held some sort of conflict regarding Fear's actions as well, though he did not seem all that willing to share it.

    Instead there was a curt order to execute the people within the building. An order which KARR carried out without hesitation. "As you wish." He replied, setting to work in his own efficient way. From a scan, he found that the electrical systems of this particular place were outdated, prone to surges and insufficiently insulated. It was a definite fire hazard if he ever saw one. Couple that with the tight hallways and little space between each room, and he figured the place could go up in flames rather easily.

    KARR's systems sought out the electrical arrays within the building, overloading the wiring and locking all the escape routes off with a single whim sent through his pilot override functions. In mere moments, the walls caught alight as wiring popped and burned, timid muttering turned to horrified screams as the occupants of the building found they were trapped within their own deadly pyre no matter the floor they scrambled to.

    With his end of the deal fulfilled, and the two of them left to wait as their sinners cooked, KARR turned his partial attention upon the Judge once more. "You sound troubled by Fear's choice." He commented, part of his systems still trained on keeping the doors locked no matter how many panicked hands tried to wrestle them open. "Does his suffering bother you?"
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Sat Sep 26, 2015 3:24 am

    Typical, the machine was more concerned about marring its finish than following their laws. "Ssss..." His claws itched to teach the lippy vehicle a lesson in obeying the traffic codes, especially one so simple as staying in his lane and on the proper side of the road. However... He supposed he could let this single transgression pass for the moment. The AI was technically outside his jurisdiction anyway. Not to mention the vehicle had willingly accepted his terms should he want to know anything further.

    Whatever he wanted to know, it was very important for him to find out.

    KARR's voice drifted from behind him, apparently still under the impression that empathy was all Fear did in his line of work. His sockets still trained upon the building and the teeming numbers inside, soon, they too would be granted salvation from their iniquitous ways... But for now, there was a certain pest that decided it needed to stick its armored plated nose where it probably did not belong. "Empathy isss not hiss main method of disspenssing jusstice. He iss learned in umbrakenesssisss, and hisss area of expertissse grantsss him many usseful toolsss. Hiss empathy isss but one facet among many sssidesss of his element, mossst of which are only privy to him. He can function without ussssing empathy jusst fine." Their work was about results, not pleasure. Fear could work optimally without having access to his empathy. Not to mention, it was his own choice to not use it in his work after he had come back. All Fear was doing was hurting himself in deciding to take on what Mortis went through, a needless endeavor but he supposed that his brother had developed some vices of his own since growing close to the alien.

    Perhaps passion had overtaken him, and now all that was left was to wait out his reaction. Speaking of that... "Who told you he wasss in agony firssst?" Mortis asked. The ghoul had some suspicions of his own regarding his brother and scaly sinner.

    "A month?"

    Sounded like someone was out of the loop. Regardless, Mortis nodded to the machine as it went through what he could only discern as... Surprise? Was that the right word for this particular reaction? It was hard to tell anymore since he was rehabilitated, all feelings looked the same now. All of them were equally insignificant and an inconvenience that Mortis had no interest in partaking in. "Yesss, a month. Thirty daysss of him ssuffering, thirty daysss of sssilence and refussing to be in my pressence unless abssolutely necesssary." Mortis hissed, watching as the AI went about to fulfuilling his end of the bargain.

    Hm, effective, although he had been expecting something more... explosive. Not that it mattered, the methods were trivial, what counted was that the iniquitous were brought to justice.

    As the flames started to hungrily eat away at the inside of the building, KARR once again piped up. Never a moment  of pure silence with this one. The machine should really learn to just sit still and take in all that a purge could offer... Not that it mattered anymore, there was no point in savoring what could not be felt, or remembered. "What bothersss me that he decided to change himsself in resssponsse to my actionsss. There isss no purposse to wiping himssself of emotion and memoriesss asss well if it isss not for the betterment of hisss being. I did thisss to remove myssself from the agony of... sssomething." Mortis paused, his gaze cast to the pavement for a moment.

    What had he been feeling agony over?

    Did it matter anymore? There were sinners abound that needed to be guided onto a just path, law to be given to the lawless. What he could no longer remember was not worth thinking about.

    "...He did it becaussse...He..." He faltered, and the ghoul let out a sharp hiss. "Ssss... What doess it matter? If Fear wissshess to numb himsself, that isss hiss own choice. If he really wanted to ssseek reprieve from hisss ssso-called agony, he would pull sssomething out of that helm of hisss and fix it." He retorted, the ghoul's tone cold as ever, but a tiny sliver of heat managed to poke through.

    How long was it before those sinners were done cooking?
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:52 am

    "It isn't?" KARR wondered aloud. While the AI knew that Fear had many talents, he had not expected that they pooled from different areas. For the AI, everything just sort of came from a supernatural power that they all seemed to have, lacking in any true name or discipline. Mortis' statement however, tossed all that to the wayside. Still, there was yet again a tinge to the Judge's words that KARR did not find all that favorable.

    Though Mortis may not realize it, he was in denial. Or so the AI had decided. So much of Mortis' statement pointed the argument towards Fear having a choice about what he did, what he felt and did not. Though if that was the case, why did it all look as if Fear did not have any choice in the matter? Why did the helmeted Dark Judge seem forced to go about his duties in agony? "Pardon my impudence, but I think there may be more to this than you think. Fear had told me what it is like to be without emotion when one is an empath. It is like being blind, deaf, completely devoid of being able to make sense of the world around you." KARR stated, his tone starting to become more challenging as he went on. "Does that sound like he is functioning just fine?"

    It certainly did not sound anything like it to him.

    And what was this about wondering who told him first? "I do not see how that holds merit to our discussion." He replied, reeling in his earlier tone. It did not matter who told him, what mattered was that Fear was in agony and Mortis had something to do with it.

    Although...It appeared something was starting to get through to the sheep-skulled man.

    "Yesss, a month. Thirty daysss of him ssuffering, thirty daysss of sssilence and refussing to be in my pressence unless abssolutely necesssary."

    Interesting. "That sounds troublesome. Do you think it has something to do with the effects of your... Adaption?" KARR offered innocently, although they both likely knew that it had something to do with Mortis' damned adaption. one would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not realize! "Has he said why he is keeping himself distant from you?" May as well ask, given it may give some insight should the ghoul wish to answer. Speaking of insight however, there was indeed more to this than Mortis' initial statement.

    Oh, so that was what weighed heavy on his ribs. KARR quietly remained on his side of the road, watching, listening. Apparently Fear changed in direct response to Mortis' actions, which bothered the ghoul in a way that made him seem confused... Or so the AI pondered, with so little inflection in Mortis' voice since he had changed, it made interpreting his feelings difficult. Then again, he likely did not have any at all.

    That falter on the other hand seemed to challenge that notion rather readily, however.

    "It does matter." KARR quickly tossed back, "I want to know what is going on with you two. Why did Fear change himself, and why is it so hard for him to change back to his usual self when you say it is so easy?" He pressed, careful to keep himself from turning and rolling over towards the undead Judge despite his interest. They had plenty of time to talk this over. No one in that building was going to be fully grilled for a long while.

    Long enough to continue, whether the Judge like it or not.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:01 am

    For all the car was capable of, all of its apparent cleverness, Mortis could not help but find that it was sounding like a child from the sheer amount of ignorance it held regarding their abilities and disciplines. Then again, he and Fear were rather fond of keeping it in the Dark unless it came up to them and asked anything. Maybe it was going through some kind of phase... Could machines go through phases?

    Again, a subject that mattered little in its presentation and its answer-?

    "...Fear had told me what it is like to be without emotion when one is an empath. It is like being blind, deaf, completely devoid of being able to make sense of the world around you. Does that sound like he is functioning just fine?"

    For once Mortis took pause in his surveying of the AI's work, silently mulling over his words. So it was more than just not being able to feel... He had figured his brother to possibly overreact at how he had changed, but he never thought the fellow Judge to be a liar. Fear was always very blunt, straightforward, he lacked the will to be underhanded to his own brethren, unlike Death. Therein, should this be the truth, which it obviously was, there was indeed something wrong. "Ssss...No, it doess not." He gravelled quietly, more to himself than to the vehicle behind him. The ghoul turned around to look at the two-toned machine, lifting from the crumbling cement to focus upon its lustrous sheen. Did he... Did he ssay anything elssse?" He hissed, a little louder. Who had told the AI about fear's suffering was swept right out of his thoughts, as was the vehicle's stubborn reply.

    At least, for a brief moment.

    Any trace of possible care that seeped through the ghoul's tone quickly was taken back with a sharp hiss. Did he think it had anything to do with his adaption, the gall of this sinner-built vehicle! "Mind your wordsss, robot. I don't appreciate your attemptsss at being coy. Try my patience further and you can sssee yourssself out of my presssence, without your enlightenment." His reprimands were met with yet another question, one that caught the hissing, insulted Judge off his guard. "SSss-!..."

    Had Fear really said anything as to why he had changed, anything since their last conversation? Mortis' tail gave a sharp whip from side to side, curling against his thigh before swiping itself to the other one. "He hasss sssaid nothing regarding the why... But he had decidedly compared me to the Sssonia sssinner on my return. Sssometing about... jealousssy?" He gravelled finally. Though, that only made him more confused, the undead Judge shaking his skull once again, "He sssaid many thingsss, but nothing that sssuggessted why he wasss sssilent. He jussst ssseemed... Angry." He recollected, his tail stilling in its aggravated motions, a clawed hand raising to rest on his bleached head. There was no point in discussing this, in dredging up a topic he held no answer for. He could no sooner fathom why Fear was angered at his change than he could figure why the fellow Judge sought his distance.

    Yet, the machine refused to back down.

    "Ssss..." Questions, questions, questions... Nothing but questions! His talons flexed and scratched loudly against the bone of his skull, the pinpricks of red within his sockets flaring with the fire's glow behind him. "I don't... Ssss... Enough!" Mortis rasped, briskly turning away and starting off towards another building. "It doesss not matter becaussse there iss no ansswer." He snapped, aura flaring once again until the ground cracked beneath his feet with every step and swarms of maggots pooled about his feet in a glistening puddle.

    "There isss no ansswer, and sso long ass I cannot figure it, and Fear cannot tell you, perhapsss it isss for the besst." He hissed, the ghoul's gaze swiftly whipping itself to the next building on his route. Rotten skin ripped and popped with the force of the action, another aggravated sounding hiss escaping the ghoul.

    He needed to return to his purges, he needed to get something done.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:20 am

    Good. He was finally starting to get through to him. And to think Fear and Kev told him nothing would come of confronting the Judge, Hah! Just as quickly as his sense of accomplishment came however, KARR quickly quashed it for the sake of focus. He... wanted to know if Fear had said anything else? Pulling up the complete memory file from but a half hour prior, KARR scanned through it to see if there was anything that could be of further use. Something, anything to possibly keep the ghoul interested and therein willing to talk.

    "He thinks he made you suffer, and so his pain is justified. You two seem so close however, I am not sure what he meant by making you suffer, nor did he divulge as to how you were suffering." He eagerly added, though his tone belied the anxious excitement that was pulsing through his circuits. "He thinks to atone for your suffering." He added, before being quickly quieted by a very irritated sheep-skulled lawman.

    Coy? Admittedly, there was intent behind his words, intent that he admittedly had thought Mortis would not be so quick to pick up on. However, KARR had little interest in lighting up Mortis' temper and sending him away so soon. They were finally starting to get somewhere. "Apologies." He droned again, watching as the rotting lawman was seeming to go through some sort of confusion again.

    His tail whipped and curled, soon after an answer being slowly drawn out from the Judge's skeletal maw. So, Fear was angry and thought his brother was... Jealous? About what? The moment KARR had wondered that to himself, immediately he remembered what Fear had said back in the Sanctuary, something about not being careful about his dealings. Was that what Fear thought he was jealous over? Either way, it appeared neither of them were going to say why they were distant, whether it be because they could not remember, or because they did not wish to talk about it. Therein, there was only one answer to this conundrum. "You may need to ask Fear why things have changed between you." He suggested. If Fear was angry a month ago, and was bitter now, yet Mortis somehow held no inkling as to what went wrong or that anything even was wrong until speaking with him, likely the two discussing it would have to be the only way.

    After all, KARR held no interest in ferrying information back and forth, and the two Judges were rather tight lipped about what went on between them. Though, even with the small amount that Mortis had been cracked open, the reaction was strangely flustered.

    His engines revved and the AI was once again following after him, Mortis hissing and snapping at him all the way. "You don't what, Judge Mortis?" KARR called after him. "Why isn't there an answer? You two are brothers, yet you are so keen on deciding that there does not need to be a reason for Fear's change. It does not make sense to me." Still, the ghoul trekked on, his gaze set on the building next to the burning apartment. Whatever was flustering Mortis was enough to flare his aura once again, frost now apparent on his sleek form even with him idling across the street from where Mortis was walking.

    For the best? How was it for the best that there was no answer as to why Fear could not change back, why he had changed to begin with?

    There was little time to mull over this, for Mortis was already looking at his next target, skin popping with how swiftly he turned his skull to gaze upon it. "Wait, Judge Mortis. Our deal is still in effect." KARR piped up, rolling to a halt as Mortis stopped. "You have not dismissed me from aiding you, and I still need answers." He quickly stated.

    It would be far harder for them to continue talking if the Dark Judge went and ran off into a building to purge. He needed to keep him outside, he needed to keep him still and focused on the conversation.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by Mortis on Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:00 am

    So there was more...

    Mortis skull tilted once more as he listened to the AI's report, all to eager to recite what his brother had said about him. It was almost as if he were back on Deadworld during the purges, with the numerous Judges under their control gladly running off to enthusiastically carry out their deeds, as well as report to the rest of the populace their lawful decree. Still, the message KARR bore was no less striking. "He thinksss it iss... jusstified?" But how? How could operating like he was be justified? Why was he atoning for his suffering? "I had...I had been sssuffering, but not from him. Never from him." Mortis rasped, ponderous as he tried to piece everything together.

    Fear had called him jealous, a coward... He had been angry for having went and healed himself of his vices. Now he thought to atone for his suffering, that his pain is justified? "Ssss..." It made no sense. Why would Fear feel guilt over what he did? Mortis began to wonder, what exactly did he removed during his two weeks of absence to make his brother feel this way...

    "You may need to ask Fear why things have changed between you."

    Yes, he may have to. The AI was bringing up too many points that he could not figure, whether it be due to holes in his memory, or the icy blockade he instilled to prevent Fear's spillover from affecting him. Now he needed answers, yet the damnable machine kept insisting on pestering him with more questions.

    Questions, questions, questions!

    With another curt hiss, Mortis slid his hand down from atop his head, claws scraping loudly against bone. How was he to think if this two-toned annoyance continued to prattle in his ear? "SSSSS! I don't know, robot! There iss no ansswer becausse I don't know!" He snarled, his fingers popping and crackling as they balled up into rigid fists. "And I do not know, becaussse I cannot remember!" At once he decided that the AI was far too comfortable over on his side of the street, on his wrong side of the flow of traffic, in a zone where he should not be parked in the first place. Within his empty sockets those pinpricks of red flared once again, until they nearly resembled angry, burning embers. Why did this infernal machine need to pester him in the first place, why did it need to bring up what was none of its business to begin with? Frustrating questions which bubbled up in the ghoul's mind alongside his confusion, and his steps turned from the building and started to make their way onto the cracked asphalt.

    "You wisssh to know sso badly?" He sneered, his fists unclenching as eager claws curled and flexed. "You wisssh to ceasselessy pessster me with that which wasss never your bussiness to begin with?" The already meager strip of pavement shrunk between them, until Mortis was right next to KARR's door. Maggots poured up from the ground and writhed in a shivering, slimy mass as the surrounding road started to crumble apart and decay about Mortis' very presence.

    "Ssss! I rehabilitated myssself to purge my mind of vicesss, of iniquitousss intention. I wiped myssself of any and all tracess of ssinful interessst, and my brother callsss me a coward, jealouss, fearful! I would think he, who had sssacrificed hiss virtuess for the ssake of our caussse, would be able to underssstand the importance of putting one'sss duty above themssselvess and their own interessstss." As the Dark Judge went on, however, his outrage began to quell. No longer was he angrily hissing and snarling at the machine with unbridled fury, but now sounding more confused. "He called me thessse thingsss and I... I do not know why becaussse I cannot remember what I removed. I do not remember what made my work reckless, what made him decide I had done what wass necessary for myssself and not our causse. Thusss I cannot know why he changed." He gravelled, yellowed talons came to dangle lifelessly at his sides, Mortis' gaze pointed ahead at the wall of the building on KARR's other side. Or perhaps he was looking past it.

    "I do not know why he isss sso disstant when I remember we had purged ssside by sside without trouble in the Mega City, when we all had eagerly ssought each other out after esscaping containment and held nary an ounce of bitternesss towardss the other. We had been brothersss, KARR, bound by sssomething deeper than an oath though I cannot recall exactly what. Now... I do not know what we are." He hissed, his aura shrinking and diminishing from its earlier insufferable nature. A few maggots teemed and wriggled about his rotted feet, but nothing that could compare to the glistening, writhing puddles of festering maggots that had amassed about them before. Slowly he turned, shambling off to the building he had sought to purge earlier.
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    Re: Logical Fallacies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:37 am

    Some more hissing, and some more thinking. though if he was not suffering from Fear, what had he been suffering from? Patiently KARR sat and waited on the curb for the Judge to collect his thoughts, even if it ended up in a lot of hissing and the scrapping of long, thick talons down the side of his skull. Curled talons balled up into rotted, leathery fists, and the AI began to wonder about the wisdom of his decision yet again.

    Click! went his gearshift, as the car was put into reverse once again, preparatory of course for what he figured was about to happen next. Though for now it appeared the towering undead was content to hiss and spit from a distance. He did not remember, and so he could not tell him what he needed to know. Odd, so he had done more than simply remove his emotions...

    not that he had time to ponder it over fully, for the ghoul was now focused upon him and coming his way!

    "You wisssh to know sso badly? You wisssh to ceasselessy pessster me with that which wasss never your bussiness to begin with?"

    "But it is my business!" KARR retorted, engine rumbling as he rolled back to keep from ending up in the ghoul's immediate vicinity. "I work with the both of you, Judge Fear takes care of my well being. Your actions are a direct influence to him and thus are a direct influence to me as well!" KARR reasoned, continuing to retreat until he found there suddenly was no more road for him to use. Namely thanks to the driving skill of whoever left their truck parked out on the street and then forgot to pick it up before the vandals could get to it.

    His bumper pressed up against the rusted, rotted remains of its frame, threatening to push it in should Mortis continue to advance. "Mortis, please! Your aura is too strong!" He pleaded, survival protocols pushed to the point where his laser primed for a firing with a low whine. However, the ghoul moved over to the side, out of the AI's firing range. Though that left him with a clear path to drive forward. Another screech of tires frantically attempting to grip the road later, and KARR cleared himself of Mortis' presence, but not out of earshot.

    Oh, and the things he heard. "You thought this would make you more lawful..." KARR uttered quietly to himself. Mortis knew his brother was bitter about his choice, and yet he could not fathom why because he could not remember. Yet, while the ghoul was confused about why everything had gone the way it did, the AI was already starting to put together the pieces. "Perhaps he called you those things because you did not take him into account." KARR calmly reasoned, turning around to face the undead. "You thought about your cause, the goal at hand, but did you think about how it would impact Judge Fear?" For now, the dark Judge was content to stare off at a wall instead of do anything else, and so the AI's command to keep his laser primed was relinquished.

    Even the maggots were starting to diminish in their numbers.

    "If it bothers you so, why are you out here? Why aren't you talking with your brother about what you used to be?" KARR asked as the ghoul finally fell silent. Though with his silence, he sought out that damn building again.

    SHRIIIE!

    Turbines screamed, and KARR raced across the street, hopping the curb with a dull thump and pulling himself in front of the doorway to the next stop on Mortis' route. "Wait." KARR demanded, staying stubbornly where he was. If Mortis wanted to get out of the conversation, he would need to climb over a ton and a half of him. "You keep saying that this bothers you, yet you have said nothing about whether or not you have sought to remedy it. Doesn't that seem odd to you?" It certainly sounded odd to the AI.

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