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    Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Nessa on Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:04 pm

    SEPT 22 ; 2:47 AM

    It started out like a normal walk back from her rounds. Nessa's mind filled with the sensations of the oh so fantastic ghettos that surround her. Oh don't mistake her thoughts for sarcasm! Oh heavens no! She absolutely LOVED blending into the simple riff-raff of gangster and slumdog culture. She walks the sidewalk with a sort of confidence, her tied taught dreadlocks waving behind her, and her simple purple zip up hoodie and jeans left her unassuming if not a little colorful. Suzanne rides along on her shoulder, curled up and snoozing with her hind end tucked into her Mother's hood. Nessa feels her fur against the side of her neck and smiles. Such a good daughter, and such a good leader for their Nest. She rubs her chin against the small white rat and turns back toward the sidewalk, watching the beggars and groups of hoodrats (pardon the pun) walk by.

    How long has it been since her days in such turmoil? How many centuries have past since her last true hardship? Other than, of course, the heathen elder hot on her trail for nearly half a millenia. That might have something to do with her current recollection of experiences. Constant paranoia now permanently driven into her soul, a sense of trust too good for almost all the sludge beneath her feet, and a hermit complex like one wouldn't believe are all things she now sees as comforting. The Piper's smile slowly slips out onto her face, her red eyes crinkling up at the sides, the smallest impression of crow's feet. Noticing her, a group of three gruff men turn their gaze toward the small and slender woman walking down the sidewalk.




    The large one, who wears even larger baggy clothing, nudges the frail looking one with a too large sock hat and a very crusty goatee.

    "'Ey! Mike. Lookit over there. See her? Wanna go fo' it?"

    Mike, turning to the third, more stocky and muscular individual, his dark skin blending into his even darker hoodie, quirks his less than toothy grin.

    "Oi, Bo gots a little kitty in his sights, want in? She ain't got anyone with her. What'ya say Lee?"

    Lee looks over his shoulder, flashes his gilded teeth, then walks toward the dreadlocked head. The other two follow suit.




    Oh, it looks like there are some friends gathering around a trashcan of fire.

    Dears, did you think she wouldn't notice? Did you not know that her ability to hear has far outdistanced yours? What indeed do you take of this frail looking frame of a woman? Her red eyes flare and then die down in excitement, the only betrayal of her feelings as she ducks down into the alley next to her, her motions slow and deliberate. Her swaying hair disappearing into the dark.

    Three rough hooligans fall into single file behind her, their unkempt odors filling the small walkway, their breath a buzz in the Piper's ears. How indeed do they think they can get the element of surprise? It is so very far from their grasp yet they believe it so wholeheartedly that it is already taken.

    She does not care who they are. You shouldn't either.

    A sound percolates like vapor into the air. A low tone with a single aim.

    The piper stands upon the fire escape above them, her agile body allowing her a quick upwards dash, and her magicks and ancient dagger allowing no motion to be noticed. By now they should be confused, but the Piper is quick to act. Far too quick for a normal humani or twelve to even conceive.

    The three upstart nobodies stand straight up, their bent spines straightening as if on heightened strings of carbon steel. They stop breathing, what is left of the air in their lungs escapes in a low whistle of pain. Mother continues her song, their bodies crumpling forward slightly before bringing them up to the tips of their toes. All three unable to understand what is happening. A permanent look of absolute terror etched in their features, they turn to face each other in the cramped space. The notes lower even further, the arms of the large, small, and muscular fall limp at their sides. Their eyes dart back and forth, in anger, and one in tears. They haven't the time to understand. They haven't the mindset to comprehend. The evanescent notes of the flute crawl to a trill high. Then stop.

    Each of the men stop, now control in their faculties, but... the man to their left had their hand through their chest, and on the other end... their still beating heart. They look to one another in some kind of betrayal, in more confusion.

    Then another song came. A calling, a distant and cold melody that brought your heartbeat to a flutter.

    The Mischief is here.

    Within moments, before the bodies could conceivably turn into code, rats of all shapes and sizes flood into existence around the alley.  No screams were heard as the bodies were lost, every scrap of meat savored. No tears of flesh were noted by the walkers of the sidewalk, the alley held no echo this night.

    The scent of blood, however, was thick upon the night.

    The Rat Queen stands above her children in joy. Her provision more than enough for her grateful family.

    Her aura runs thick throughout the vicinity, a wall of gore stench. Insects gather in mass, wanting their own fill.

    The Piper slowly blinks, leaning forward and watching as what is left of the bones turn to code.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Mortis on Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:53 pm

    "Rot in peace, sssinner."

    Another plea to be spared, another wail as flesh began to rapidly decay, another flash of code. Such was the routine up and down the neglected streets, day after day and into the night. Under the dull light of the overhead streetlamps, the reward for Mortis' efforts for this particular block; A mere handful of bodies littered the sidewalk and slumped within the vandalized remains of the buildings he passed. A mere handful when the Judge himself had seen at least twice that amount, twenty, perhaps forty, pass through his righteous claws

    Hundreds that would only return within several days, and the cycle would continue.

    Sooner or later they would grow tired of returning, Mortis reassured himself, as he continued his trek onward. Sooner or later, they would finally realize death was the only state that befitted them. Yet, as the ghoul followed the familiar wretched stink of life from building to building, rotting away the locked and boarded door of a graffiti covered derelict structure... There was a small, but distinct shadow of a doubt to his claim, that perhaps they were overlooking a far greater issue at hand. Despite the near impenetrable dark of the interior, The undead lawman could still detect the putrescence of crime within.

    Huddled against the walls, scurrying like rats to find a better place to hide within the ruin.

    "Greetingsss, sssinnersss ."
    He hissed, eagerly approaching the group of huddling societal derelicts. Dug addicts, thieves, panhandlers... Fools that refused to seek the safer, greener pastures of the inner city and all its protections. Regardless, his claws snatched and grasped each whimpering form, their pleas heard but disregarded as he let his righteous touch go to work. They were all the same in his eyes, they all deserved justice where this place granted none. He would keep ushering them to the right path, the lawful path, no matter how much they tried to escape, no matter how high their crimes stacked and compounded.

    No matter how little satisfaction and gained from his work, the icy chill that surrounded his mind like a fortress ensured no such distraction would get in the way. No humanity, and therein, no bias or capricious thoughts.

    It was his duty, it was their calling and their law to grant these sinners peace from their iniquitous lives. Nowhere had Death said that they did all this for fun, for their own amusement. There was no backing down from their task just because they grew bored of it, because they decided it dull like a certain cackling Joker. Thus, Judge Mortis dutifully sought out the rest, his lethal caress the last thing they felt before being ushered unto the Pool. One by one, until this structure to had been purged of the sinful... At least for this week.

    "SSsss.."

    Though as the building feel silent, the ghoul having stalked up and down every floor to eradicate the living he detected upon every floor, in any of the rooms... He heard something. A sound that did not fit in with the whimpering of the doom and their frightened cries. A flute? Something about it seemed familiar, though he could not exactly pinpoint what. Dull light like burning coals, flared within the Judge's empty eye sockets, and he turned to investigate. Refusing to bother with navigating himself to the door and therein making his trek all the more longer, Mortis reached forward with curled, yellow talons as he approached the far wall. Around him supports groaned and sighed, his sickly aura eating way at them and the rest of the surrounding room as hungrily as his touch infested and devoured the living.

    Red brick crumbled away from beneath his fingertips, metal rusted and flaked away into rich red dust. Within moments he made his way to the other side, the malignancy in his presence more than enough of a warning to send the dregs of this place scurrying for a place to hide before he made it completely through the wall.

    "AAAIE!"

    Save for the few slowed and made sluggish by continuous drug use to gather the proper response. The man's screams faded to a hissing sigh and Mortis gently laid his remains to rest upon the pavement. For a moment he considered taking pursuit after the others who had fled, their panicked footsteps echoing off the alley walls and out onto the streets. Though with another hiss he turned his skeletal snout back towards that haunting tune, and shambled on. It caught his attention like nothing else, its familiarity striking despite the goal at hand.

    As he grew near to its source however, he detected that all too familiar stench. Close by were the living, and his claws flexed in anticipation. Though as he rounded the corner of the alleyway, he was met with a completely different sight. Gone were the bodies of two sinners, and in their place was instead a congregation of rats, ravenously feasting upon their bodies before flowing away like a sentient, skittering tide. "Sssss..." How odd indeed.

    Look up.

    There was another presence here, it's odor distinct above the reek of blood and gore. A presence that held a name as he beheld the silhouette perched upon the fire escape. "Nesssa." Mortis gravelled, his voice without tone nor inflection save for an unnatural chill. His tail swayed from either side, perhaps to be mistaken for wagging if not for the thoughts that swirled about his mind.

    Oh, he recognized her; albeit fuzzily, but his claws flexed and legs bent as he continued to stare, burning coals flaring within his eye sockets and locking onto her as he leaped.

    CRASSSH!

    Metal shuddered and bolts jiggled within their holes as the Dark Judge cleared the story or more of height separating him from the first section of the fire escape's walkway. As he came to stand to his full towering height upon the simple structure, already it was beginning to rust under his feet, carrion insects skittering up through rusted holes in it's supports to swarm about his feet as he stepped forward. "SSSssss, come to judgement, Nessssa." He coaxed, towering over the small woman. A sickly aura of nausea and malaise joined the Judge's rotting stench, enveloping the catwalk and bringing forth scab-like patches of rust up through the peeling paint.

    He recognized her to some extent, but her presence denoted iniquity... That would need to be remedied.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Nessa on Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:33 pm

    Standing up taller, if only to still be short, she surveys her children's work. They have definitely done their fair share of getting used to this place. The piper's face fades from her smile, her link to them so cold as of late. The network of vermin spread so very thin throughout the whole city, her own mind struggles at times to keep her own consciousness connected. Whatever strength she holds onto from her previous life on Earth is slowly but surely being bolstered every day. Every feeding, every auric devouring of flesh, it means a little bit can come back to her. Suzanne stands on her shoulder now, waking to oversee with her Mother. Her nose sniffing at the stench of new blood spilling. The piper holds the freshly used Black Flute in both hands before her. The whispering voices of both her instruments of death ringing within her head. Long has it been since the voices of the so many spirits residing in Carnwennan attuned themselves to her. Before that moment, so many centuries ago, each touch of its parasitic aura had left a scar on her psyche.

    Scars are far stronger than flesh.

    The Flute, however, has never changed its terrible effect. It longs for its song. The song it was meant to play. The final tune, it wishes, like a certain Judge she knows, to end it all. To see the living in their rightful place, forever bound to the ethereal. Dead.

    Nessa holds up her thumb, the flesh slightly raw from the unnatural corrosion of the flute.

    Her nostrils flare, the stench of decay heavy on the air. Somewhere close. Rats scatter, hugging the crevices of the buildings as the Piper turns to the direction. Screaming. Her sensitive ears picking up the sound quickly, her eyes squint at the high sound. There is another hunter amongst the ghetto's dwellers. From within her, she feels it again. The Predator within her bubbles up within her, and her thumb slides toward the dagger at her hip underneath her large hoodie. She doesn't allow its aura to consume her yet, but it is something very etched into her being to be prepared.

    Below, buildings rot, and a uniformed figure with the head of a sheep's skull stands forth. Well speak of the Judges, and they shall appear.

    Nessa's aura flickers like white noise as the decrepit air of the other's aura meets hers. The ghouls speaks her name, and she smiles in kind, as if being greeted by an acquaintance. She isn't impolite, she nods to him, a bow of her head. An understanding of his power. She knows already the Judge's powers far exceed her own.

    She is not with out merit in that department, though. As the undead lawman leaps upwards and onto the fire escape with her, her legs do not waver. In her experiences, things like this tend to happen in the myths that she has encountered. Some things do not hide. They want their presence known. The Piper is one to shy away.

    "Good evening, sir Judge. I don't think I've had the true pleasure of seeing you at work." Nessa leans on her hip. In the time that the officer had leapt upwards and landed, the building, in immediate defense of their mother, comes alive with vermin, shrouded in the aura of the Piper. The smell of rot and decay fueling them forward. The rotting metal and eroding building opening holes for the thousands of elemental beings staring with hungry eyes at the undead being.

    The thoughts of the whispering voices scream in anger as her aura and Mortis's clash, sparking energies dispersing in a cloud between both of them. His aura wrapping about her, but not effecting her immediate skin. Her eyes light up and her nose is assailed with the Judge's own stench, but this one, she is all too familiar with. Her mind again is visited with the Predator, Nergal's lingering consciousness visiting her mindset. She slides her thumb onto the dagger beside her, and the aura around her blackens, then becomes undetectable completely, her visage taking on one without light. Shadows cast far underneath her.

    "Oh, I'm sorry, dear Judge. I am not under your jurisdiction. Long ago I have shed the life I was given, the skin I wear is quite convincing, however." The Mischief crowds under her feet, scrambling over one another and weighting down the fire escape even further. From below, they flood out in clusters, the ground alive with movement, some even feed on what's left of the Judge's kills.

    She regards him with a smile, "Where is your brother, Fear? Both of your causes align, do they not? I was sure you two worked together."

    Mother has not forgotten Livewire's distraught face at the story of Mortis and Fear's situation. The thoughts sharpen her aura around her, and it mirrors the Judge's effect. The building's wounds open wider still, doubling it's rotting state.

    Vile.

    They will not be able stand on this for long.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Mortis on Sat Oct 03, 2015 4:51 pm

    Even as the piper gave her greeting, Mortis still loomed above her, talons flexing at his side eagerly. Named or not, familiar or not, this sinner was merely one among many, another iniquitous soul to be purged. or at least, so he thought. "Yesss, greetingsss Nesssa." He gravelled, taking another creaking step forward upon the decaying fire escape. It ssseemsss you have sstumbled upon a great opportunity to experience my work firssst hand."

    Even with his lobotomized state, the ghoul could still bother to humor a pun. Rotten talons flexed and reached forward, his fetid presence undeterred by the swarms of rats that came to enshroud her. They could be rotted away easily, his host would poison them just as quickly as he could dig the piper out of her children. Many eyes staring up at him were disregarded as Mortis continued to take ground, talons nearing with a curt hiss until she suddenly spoke up and revealed a rather surprising detail.

    She was undead?

    "Ssss..." Odd, he could have sworn he sensed life upon her slight form. For but a moment the Dark Judge hesitated, claws withdrawing as somehow the skull's empty sockets seemed to give her an incredulous glance. A sinner could always say what they wished, foolishly claim themselves to be pure when they still clung to life's rancid stink. Yet... the Piper's aura was quite different from that of the living as he stood there, silent as he contemplated the statement. No, she was indeed correct. There was no life stirring within her form.

    There was a groan of ancient joints as he leaned away, claws coming to rest upon his belt instead of sink themselves into the flesh of either the mischief that sought to protect her or the Piper's own body. "I sssee. Pleassant eve then, citizen." He hissed finally, Mortis' earlier insidious intent dropped from his tone. The ghoul's bony tail gave a small flick before he looked up to the higher platforms of the fire escape.

    He could detect life within this place, minute as it was. Likely it was nothing more than a few punks thinking to use the condemned building for their own criminal purposes, no more than ten. Still, they drew him, and his talons twitched eagerly at the thought of them rotting beneath his touch. However, it appeared that the Piper wished to speak to him, regarding his brother to be specific. "Sssss... He iss around. If you wisssh to find him, ssseek him out." Mortis rasped, seeming distracted as he focused upon more important tasks. He turned and began to ascend the metal stairway to the upper floors of the fire escape. An agitated hiss puffed from his teeth as Nessa went on, finding her questions to be worth little thought. "Do not wasste my time with inssipid quesstionss."

    He had sinners to purge, a city of iniquity to reshape into their virtuous image of justice! There was no time to waste upon the Piper's small talk.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Nessa on Tue Oct 13, 2015 11:09 pm

    Nessa stood unflinching as the Judge cane closer, his gangrenous hands inches away from her own flesh. The aura around her pulls at her form, wanting to flee from this threat immediately. The Piper on the other hand, she had other ideas. As Mortis backs away and continues up the fire escape, Nessa waves her hand at her children, and they shoo immediately. Not a trace of them left.

    The immortal leans on her hip once more, looking up at the now decrepit stairs towards the tail of the Judge. Such a curious creature, him and his brother both. There is a definite difference though. Maybe she just hasn't spent the effort on learning the ghouls' lives. They do seem to be a good asset. Fear has already hired her once and that job went swimmingly. The Judge commented, however, on her...'inssipid' interrogation. Her eyes fall to mischievous slits as her form dissipates into the nothing her aura became. As the Judge rounded his last bit of stairs on the escape, The Piper is suddenly there. The whispers of a thousand souls etch at the back of one's mind. She perches on a still intact bar and cleans the Black Flute. Her eyes scan the Judge once more and she makes sure not to be an... obstruction.

    "I would never delay an officer of your nature. Tonight, though, our goal is the same. I have a family to feed, and you have sinners... to purge. I'm sure I won't be in the way. Do you mind if I accompany you? I'll be sure any conversation is... meaningful"

    She turns toward the building and walks into it. Her body ghosting away before the consciousness of thousands of tiny minds interlock and screams are heard from within the building. Ripping of limbs and guttural chokes echo in the silence thereafter.

    The Piper stands atop the roof, her flute playing a soft tone, bidding those minds attuned to hers to obey... and minds not attuned to be drawn in. As if a siren had addled one's senses.

    I have quite a few mouths to feed this evening.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Mortis on Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:59 pm

    Even the resident undead of this dimension seemed to cower at the Judge's presence, as the Judge sensed the Lich's aura, its teeming presence beginning to lean away from his own as if they were identical poles on a magnet. Perhaps Nessa did not think herself as innocent as she claimed? Maybe, maybe... Although his nauseating, sickly presence was more than enough to instill a sense of dread within the minds of anyone he came across, regardless of whether they were living or dead.

    So long as they were on even ground. In the city they were so apt to poke and prod, taking advantage of their protections to study, to dissect and think to pick him and his brother apart. Some thought to merely shake their heads, deny their goal of any real meaning. And in the end... His brother started to believe it, and unfortunately himself as well. If only through the aid of this accursed dimension and its backwards laws.

    Out here however, there was none of that. No one would dare try to argue, to debate or talk back. They would scream, run, cower at their visage and retreat back to the inner city with tails tucked between their legs. How typical.

    Yet, there were always a few that managed to decide otherwise, protected by their own doctrine. A few like the Piper.

    Thousands of tiny feet pattered upon rusted metal and crumbling brick as the Piper's children were dismissed and left to wander, registering in the undead Judge's mind, but finding it hardly worth a thought. Oh, he certainly sensed as the Piper moved on ahead, her children skittering to where she wished, but it was nothing worth his full attention or to be confronted. The fire escape's stairs withered with a metallic sigh under his rotting touch and a host of carrion insects clambered up through the newly emerging holes in its framework to crawl over his claw tips and around his feet. His eye sockets focused upon the door on the overhead scaffold a few floors up, life teeming within and drawing him to the promised slaughter. Soon, he thought, soon he would grant his gift to the iniquitous within, usher them upon a far more lawful state. psychic tendrils brushed over the huddled masses inside, measuring all that they committed upon the fairest of scales. Thieves, addicts, murderers, squatters... They were derelicts of society all the same, all deserving of his just judgement and merciful touch.

    They shuddered and huddled closer to one another, a chill running down their collected spines at his mental presence. Sickness, many of them thought, perhaps they were coming down with some sort of illness. The stink of refuse and waste that lined the blighted structure covered his own aura's rotten smell as he drew closer. Ah, but they already were so ill, so steeped in sin... As he finally stepped upon the scaffolding, metallic mesh rusting beneath his feet, there was another sensation, the Piper's familiar presence and his own mind burns with the whispers of thousands of tiny whispers, thousands of clamoring souls clawing at him. Too many... Too many...! Their teeming voices were met with an impenetrable frost, burning as it curtly rebuked them en mass. His skull turned with a snap of ancient leathery flesh to look in her direction, the red in his sockets flaring once again as he regarded her. "Keep your children in line, Piper." He rasped, none too keen on the flute's effects.

    He was not about to deal with their numerous presences while he was purging this eve. Anderson's attack on them upon Deadworld had been enough for him to find such an egregious amount of souls to be repulsive.

    "SSsss..." His claws curled upon the railing as she spoke again, her poor attempt at an interrogation exchanged for a request to accompany him and for a spot of conversation. "Unlesss your conversssation iss directionsss to sssinnersss who have thought to evade me, I have no interessst." Mortis hissed, pausing as she walks towards the building and fades into it. Within soon after there was a multitude of screams and the sounds of limbs and flesh being torn asunder. Then, silence. Silence, and... Nothing. He felt nothing, no pleasure, no satisfaction at the huddling group that had been so ruthlessly been brought to justice.

    Just like before, just like the others... Nothing.

    Mortis pushed the notion aside, pleasure was not at the forefront of their mission, justice was not some layman's game for fun. There was a purpose to be had here, a goal. no amount of unnatural chill that lingered within his blackened heart, nor any distraction that the Piper could provide would deter him from it. His claws flexed once more with a crackle of mummified flesh and rotted joints, one hand reaching forward and rotting aside the locked door. Within, there was little more than a splatter of viscera over the floor where the huddled group of sinners had once been. The presence of her children could be detected, as well, but they were of no importance as Mortis stepped in through the doorway and tracked through the bloody mess, seeking out any others who lingered within the refuse of the abandoned apartment complex.

    Her flute's soft harmony brushes across his mind, alluring tones meeting his glacial chill. Idly he registers it like one would glance at a buzzing fly, giving an irritated hiss before steeling the icy walls. A distraction, that was all it was, no matter how beautiful, how sweet it sounded... It was only meant to toss him off his game.

    "Ssss..." He would not be so easily deterred, drawn in like a moth to a flame.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Nessa on Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:53 pm

    The Judge below her seems to be in his own world, apart from the conscious plane and on an ideal level, forgotten the present and living in the future tense. The Piper can pick up his attitude very easily. One doesn't live as long as she does and still understand these things. He remarks at her about her children. Oh, she had almost forgotten. Fear was very sensitive to the souls of those she controls. So, too, must his brother. Mortis is definitely not in a comfortable state around her. However... Nessa has far less respect for the sheep-headed ghoul. She'll respect his decisions. But she is not going to stop doing what she needs to do to feed the hunger of the Mischief. Sorry Judge. The more 'sinners' that flock here, the more of the family that will show up for the ravenous feast.

    Her fingers slide over the holes of the flute, and the song grows to a quiet yet full lull. The world around her begins to fade into a dreamstate. She is calling to them.

    Tendrils of almost visible aura leak into the air and down the building, avoiding the light and opening the hearts of the garbage beings in each of the houses and large apartment complexes. The song's volume never changes, but it grows in power each time she plays a new drawling note. For a flute, the tone is far too low. Far too reverberating.

    The Piper's feet flood with rats, they swirl about her atop the building. She takes her mouth away from the ancient instrument for a moment, though the song continues, to speak to the Judge.

    "Oh, Sir Mortis, I'm sure you won't need directions, there will be plenty for your purge this night..."

    The weak willed ghetto-dwellers numbly trudge from their hiding places, following a Mother's cry for congregation. A look of determination on each of their faces as the lullaby bids them welcome to the sweet caress of the Black Flute. Nessa's burning red eyes flare and her aura feeds the flute further. The mass hundreds in the area have not a clue what drives them. But they must.

    They gather around the foot of the building. Empty eyes staring upwards toward Mother.

    Rats hiss in anticipation.

    "Well look there. I think I found some."

    Her eyes, though probably nothing to the Judge, Pierce through with ancient power far more wise than both the Piper and the Judge.

    Any psychic frost of Mortis's may be fortified, sometimes quality bends at the weight of sheer quantity. Right now, the two of them are surrounded.

    And not just by sinners.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Mortis on Wed Oct 28, 2015 9:57 pm

    "Sssss.." Despite his discomfort, the woman still decided to let that... thing continue to whisper, the multitude of souls contained within the flute still muttering against the icy blockade that the Judge put in place. There was a reason for this, he figured. The Judge was well aware of how her aura pulled, wishing to flee from his own rotting presence, yet she remained. Confident, smug, even.

    Much like her mischief, The Piper was up to something... And Mortis was beginning to wonder if it was more than just a feeding for her 'children'.

    After all, Mortis was not his brother. The fellow Judge was the one who tended to have all the contacts, worming his talons into that which could give him an edge. Judge Mortis was the one who lingered in his shadow, secreted away until his powers had reached their peak and his brother no longer worried about him being caught off his game. Of course she would likely receive him better than she did the more rotted one of their duo.

    Regardless, Mortis knew his strengths, along with a way out should anything grow to be too eventful for his tastes. Should she decide to strike first or make any sudden ill-intended actions towards his person, he was well within their right as a Judge of the Law to defend himself, along with calling upon his brother for aid. He regarded the door behind him and the numerous windows that were within each room of the apartment complex, stepping over the gore-stained carpet and making his way down the hall. Even here, however, her flute's music managed to to be heard and the undead lawman gave a sharp hiss at its tone. Reverberating, it shook in his hollow chest and graced what sense of hearing he had left... Which was rather keen, for a walking corpse. However, it's reverberating tone was all the ghoul picked up, and he continued to seek any more derelicts lingering about the abandoned rooms.

    All the while, Judge Mortis kept his senses open for any foul play on the Piper's end. Even one that was considered a citizen by their laws could just as easily turn criminal if this dimension had taught him anything.

    However, as the flute continued to play, the Judge's senses turned to what lay outside the building. Life... Numerous, teeming, slithered its way from every alley way, from behind every dumpster and away from the warmth of a trash bin fire. The sheer amount of life forced him to take pause, its stench drawing him as he turned and placed a hand upon one of the apartment doors. Wood and metal fell away in a pile of black, rotted pulp at his fleeting touch, and the undead lawman made his way into the room. The walls were stained with water damage and other questionable fluids, but his passing presence made quick work of reducing the apartment's already dilapidated state into further ruin. Wallpaper and plaster sloughed off in thick, moldy bolts, exposing the wood and metal that lay beneath. Beneath his feet, the carpet seemed to erupt in a boil of black filth as glue turned rancid and the fibers fell away, leaving maggot-filled holes wherever the Judge stepped and a nasty, inky pustulence wherever he was not. The neglected furniture seemed to slouch even further to the floor as he passed, wood taking on a spotted, moldy appearance and material seeming to be eaten away by an invisible, silent feeder.

    Upon making his way to a window, Judge Mortis shoved his yellowed talons underneath with a creak of ancient joints and ancient bone, the fused pane appearing to be moved with little effort... save for an ear-splitting screech as the grime encrusted sleeve was forcibly dislodged.

    "Well look there. I think I found some."

    Found some she had... For at the foot of the building they were completely surrounded by any and all of the scum and iniquity that the ghetto could offer. Though that was not all, for the Dark Judge could also detect the teeming numbers that were under the Piper's control; the many rats she held at her beck and call. He leaned out some to gaze upon the sheer numbers, and if he could, the ghoul likely would have found the woman's work to be impressive. But, there was nothing that stirred within his hollowed breast, not excitement for the coming purge, nor any sort of giddiness or glee at the sheer numbers that would soon find rest beneath his decrepit fingertips. Though something did stir within the Judge's mind...

    Why?

    His skull swiveled in an unnatural manner to look back up to the top of the building, much too wary to simply jump into the fray. No contract had been forged between them, and the woman so far as he knew held no allegiances with them or anyone else for that matter. Empty sockets met the Piper's burning eyes and Judge Mortis quickly formulated a plan. "Yesss, thiss iss good work. I commend you on your effectivenesss." He gravelled, gesturing to the numerous, dazed derelicts below with an outstretched palm. "But thisss isss for your family. I cannot partake in thisss divine sslaughter without taking away food from your children'sss mouthsss." The ghoul's voice carries up the building, loud enough to be heard from where she sat on the roof.

    Though the message itself seems to carry a certain sort of care, it's delivery is as lifeless and cold as the corpse that Judge Mortis donned as his husk.

    His statement given, the Dark Judge withdrew from the open window and made his way back out into the apartment's hallway. As tempting as the mob Nessa had arranged was, those numbers could just as easily be turned against him. And what then? Merely explain away that he got caught by accident in her children's feeding frenzy? "Sssss..."

    Perhaps such a possibility was too extreme and perhaps too paranoid, but the undead lawman knew little about The Piper, and even less so about her predictability. He made his way to the apartment's staircase, his touch rusting the banister and rotting the steps as he shambled down to the first floor.
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    Re: Ähnliche Interessen

    Post by Nessa on Fri Nov 27, 2015 9:20 pm

    Ah, so the ghoul is indeed troubled... a pity. He would be far more useful in another state of mind, but the cold feeling in the back of the Piper's mind tingles down her spine. The souls among her quickly whisper hushed words of warning, of escape. Questions fill her head, why is she doing this? Does she wish to play with her food in front of the Judge? No, indeed not. Nessa stands forth on the ledge of the apartment complex, her feet gripping at the souls of her shoes. Mortis's words turn to dust for all the use they are. She was actually hoping for a great display of power from the Judge, but... she knows paranoia when she sees it.

    Bringing the flute down to her side, she turns on the spot, her thoughts taking a different path. Maybe... maybe he's too broken.

    Far too broken to be of use to me.

    She walks toward the fire escape on the other side of the building. The Judge's unease is somehow reassuring to her. Even at half her strength, her 'effectiveness' is something to turn a narrow eye toward. A smile creeps upon her face, her crimson gaze and crawling aura glowing in the dark. Her quieted tones in her mind silence, and she makes the decision. She whistles, a small calling tone, and then.

    Naught.

    All the citizens under her spell... vanish, the thoughts and presence of life extinguished. She takes her hand off of Carnwennan, and talks aloud, she knows he can hear her.

    "Pity... I really did wish to see you at work."

    And with that, she steps down the stairs, and her aura disappears along with her. She cares not about the messages she may have relayed or the information given. There is only one thing she respects, and that is power.

    But this Judge has lost his will, and that, dear, is far less than powerful.

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