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    Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Knock Out on Fri Oct 30, 2015 11:59 pm

    Time: 7:30 PM
    Date: October 30th, 0006

    The Halloween spirit was contagious, what could Knock Out say? The drive-in property had been transformed, several Jack O'Lanterns lining the grassy rows and circling the screen. Some had been done by the people Knock Out had hired, others had been done by Knock Out himself. They would be pretty easy to pick out. Fake cobwebs had been strewn across the property, set upon the edges of the screen like a silk curtain, strewn across the picnic table and hanging down from the roof of the concession stand with fake black spiders caught in the webs. Inside of the concession stand there were more decorations, particularly little streamers and banners in black and orange, with Halloween shapes like witches and skeletons. Anyone ordering off the menu would find a few more items just for that weekend, namely the addition of pumpkin flavored drinks as well as ICEE flavors that came in orange and green. The movies weren't set to start just yet, but things were set up and ready for when people piled in. The food was fresh, or about to be fresh, the movies were carefully set aside in the projection booth, and the speakers had been set to a radio station that blared out several songs.

    Knock Out bobbed his head as one in particular began to play. On this day, Knock Out had decided on a brief adventure to the costume store, picking up a rather shiny and flowy black cape, as well as a pure white mask. It didn't quite fit right on his face, some of his sharper features threatened to sever the elastic cord, but Knock Out was satisfied all the same. The crimson mech was making his rounds, looking for last minute adjustments or alterations that needed doing. In the middle of his inspection of one pumpkin that needed to be tweaked ever so slightly to the left, he could hear a car driving into the property, rubber tires crunching along the sand and dirt. The mech grinned and turned on his heel to face the car, a rather beaten up old thing. He approached the car as it parked and waved to them, before reaching into a pocket within the lining of his cape to pull out a brochure with a familiar design across the front. The driver lowered his window and Knock Out took that to be his cue. He stooped down and handed the brochure over, giving the two people inside a charming smile. "Hello, and welcome to the Drive-In! I am the owner and manager, Knock Out~. You'll find the radio station inside that brochure, you can either flip the radio to that or just listen to the movie from the speakers we have set up around here. You can even sit at one of the tables or chairs we have on the property, if you wish! The movie doesn't start for another 30 minutes, which should give you both a chance to go to the concession stand and get a little something to eat, or drink."

    Two young men inside of the car stared back at Knock Out, taken aback for a moment by either his costume or his robotic appearance. Whichever it was, they shook it off quickly. "Cool, I could go for some popcorn. Which movies are playing tonight anyway?"

    Knock Out clasped his servoes together, sharp talons steepling together as he thought for a moment. Metal tapped against metal lightly before he answered. "Ah yes! Tonight we are starting with John Carpenter's Halloween, followed by a 15 minute intermission and an old Halloween short to pass the time. Afterwards is the old classic, 'Night of the Living Dead'!"

    "Cool, thanks!"

    Nodding to them, Knock Out took a step back and both car doors flung open, the mech giving a disdainful look as crumbled soda cans and plastic wrappers spilled out. "Please remember to pick up your trash before you leave." He droned, more than a little annoyed at just how messy that car was on the inside. Some humans just didn't take good car of their cars... A few mumbled apologies, and the men snatched up their trash before slinking off to the concession stand. The mech turned his gaze to the screen with a slight grin. So far so good...here was hoping that this would be a very profitable and fun weekend.


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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Oct 31, 2015 1:59 am

    Earlier today...

    "Judge Mortis, come look at this."

    "Sssss... What isss it thiss time, vehicle?"

    A black and orange flyer was taken from KARR's large servos by rancid, ancient talons. Though the AI was talented in many ways, the more sheep-like of the two Judges did not seem to be very appreciative of his presence... However, since their talk in late September, the ghoul was admittedly more amiable with his presence. He did not snatch the paper from him for one, and his tone was a somewhat softer.

    The keyword there being somewhat.

    Still it was an improvement over how they interacted in the past, and a definite step forward from their first encounter. "It is an advertisement for a movie marathon at the drive-in. I wish to attend it." KARR calmly replied, although his toned seemed to hint towards something else that he wanted besides just wanting to see the marathon advertised. Five glowing yellow optics dilated and contracted as they watched the Judge, diminutive compared to the towering form of his secondary chassis, raise a clawed hand to idly scratch at his snout.

    "Well, I can sssee that, but I do not sssee how thiss involvess me." He hissed, looking up from the flyer to the towering robot, the light from a trashcan fire illuminating the both of them in the shady recess of an alleyway. "You can attend without my pressence, can't you?" Though as he continued to look at the AI, the monolith of armored plating and glowing optics refused to move an inch.

    "I could, but this is a drive-in theatre, not a walk-in. Not to mention, should I arrive without a driver, it would look suspicious." KARR defended, ever assured, ever calm. He had no reason not to be, his plan was surefire and flawless. Even if a certain sheep needed a few nudges in the right direction to get him where he wanted.

    "Ssso you want me to ssstop in the middle of my purgesss to join you... Becaussse you need ssomeone to posse asss your driver?" Again, the Dark Judge shook his skeletal head. "You talk about not wanting to look ssusspiciouss, but what about me? If I were to pull up in there with you, everyone would know we are affiliated for sssure! We need to ssstay low-key and not draw any attention." Of course, the AI had figured old Mortis would come up with that response, though there was more to KARR's defense than mere words, as he pulled out a folded pile of what looked to be brown fabric from behind his back.

    "That is why I picked this up along the way here."

    -------

    Shrrriiiiiiiiii....

    The drive over was mostly uneventful, thanks to KARR's own superior speed and engineering. Save for a few small bumps along the way, there was no crashing, no burning, no sideswipes or even a ding. There was only the open road as the two-toned trans-am raced along the open highways, weaving in and out of traffic at breakneck speeds in the steadily fading light. Dusk was upon them, and with it the AI knew they would be cutting it close to starting time, but such matters could not be avoided.

    Not when his passenger had decided to be fussy about his generous offering. Speaking of which, the ghoul was still slumped in the driver's seat, his talons loosely resting on the wheel to keep up the appearance of it being him driving instead of the car. Strangely enough, even the act of slouching managed to make itself seem corpse-like when it came to the sheep-skulled lawman. Beneath a heavy fold of brown fabric, KARR's interior optic could make out the motion of a bony tail flicking in a manner that could only be seen as irritated. "Lighten up, Judge Mortis. Think of this as a much needed break." He commented, a hint of cheer gracing his synthetic voice. "You need to open up your existence to more than just purging, and moping about for that matter."

    A pothole came up in the road, and KARR deliberately steered into it to jostle the animated corpse stinking up his driver's seat. "...Are you listening, Judge Mortis?" With how silent their trip was, the AI had began to wonder if perhaps his passenger had zoned out, as the un-living Judges were wont to. He certainly remembered the long, silent drives that he shared with Judge Fear when they were more active together. Though with Mortis, the AI had quickly figured that he was simply irritated with the circumstance, along with the covering that had been chosen to hide his vestments.

    Soon enough the drive-in came up ahead, and KARR slowed from his 300 mile-an-hour cruise to something more parking-lot friendly. Cobwebs were strewn about for some reason and there were carved pumpkins that glowed due to some candles placed inside. Although, as he pulled in... Was that Knockout? His scanners zeroed in on the shiny mech as he attended to someone that had pulled in before them, although his attire was what drew in his curiosity. From the look of it, the Cybertronian was dressed as a... Vampire? Were vampires part of Cybertronian mythology as well as human mythology? KARR pulled into a space near the front, coming to a halt as he eavesdropped the conversation between Knockout and the man that had pulled in.

    Within the cabin, both AI and ghoul were privvy to what exactly was on the menu tonight for the start of the marathon.

    "Ah yes! Tonight we are starting with John Carpenter's Halloween, followed by a 15 minute intermission and an old Halloween short to pass the time. Afterwards is the old classic, 'Night of the Living Dead'!"

    Huh, he had never heard of those two.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Mortis on Sat Oct 31, 2015 3:23 am

    "Sssss..." Slumped in KARR's driver seat, Judge Mortis put as much effort into pretending he was the AI's driver as he did when being placed with the circumstance of having to give a drokk about something other than being productive. Which, of course, was very little. Large clawed hands rested upon the gull-wing steering wheel, and the Judge could not help but wonder just how he got roped into this.

    He had said he was busy, he had told the stubborn AI that he should find someone else to help him with his odd fascination with sinner entertainment. Ah, how did it go...

    "That?!"
    "What is wrong with it? It hides your attire perfectly fine."
    "I'll look even more ssusspiciousss with that on than I would without it, KARR."
    "No you won't. Trust me, Judge Mortis. They only way you would look more suspicious would be if you decided to wear something that only drew more attention to your... hm, vocation."
    "KARR..."
    "If you do this for me, I'll help you purge any streets that you missed."
    "Sssss..."
    "--And we can stop by the liquor store to pick up something on the way there."
    "...Very well."

    Had it really been that simple? From under the wide-brimmed hat that managed to somehow hide a good portion of his sheep skull, two small pinpricks of red glowed within the shade it cast over his features. Even so, the ghoul doubted that this particular get-up would hide him as well as it had hid their chief. Mortis' bony tail flicked and slapped irritably upon the upholstery, all too aware of how different his host was compared to the far more human looking one that Death touted about. Keeping his aura in check to prevent causing any undue damage to his disguise only added to his displeasure, the ghoul taking a glance down at his hands for a short moment. His talons still were rotted and leathery, and while the sheer size of the overcoat managed to hide his uniform, the stink of decay still clung heavily to his host. Should anyone come to disturb them during their outing...

    B-bump!

    A startled hiss shook the Judge out of his tepid thoughts, and the ghoul just now realized that the vehicle had been talking during the trip. "Lissstening to what?" He rasped, glancing over to the drive-in entrance as they drew near. Fake cob-webs, pumpkins... tiny plastic spiders and colorful streamers.... Yes, this place looked as if it too had caught the hallow's eve fever too. It was even playing some sort of pop-music, albeit more in tune with the spooky holiday than anything too recent. In fact, it sounded like something that would have played on Deadworld's radio station prior to the purges. As he looked out from his seat at the scene, it looked as if they managed to come just in time to get a good spot to park, and KARR drove up on one of the semi-circlular... parking hills that was closer to the screen.

    Along with being closer to one of the other attendees that decided to come out this evening.

    Mortis' talons curled away from the steering wheel with a displeased hiss, the glow in his empty sockets flaring under the dark hat he donned. "Mussst we be sso closse? What if they come near and sssee usss?" Granted, he doubted that the two men in the car would recognize them as he did not recognize their faces from any of the alleyways or derelict boulevards, but he doubted that they would take kindly to an actual undead gracing their drive-in.

    Speaking of graces, what in the name of all that was dead was Knockout wearing? Despite himself, Mortis leaned a little closer to the windshield, as if to get a closer look at the mech's attire. A cape, and a white mask... Which fitted horrendously upon his face. His head tilted slightly as he looked at the spectacle, his jaw shifting to either side as he attempted to comprehend what exactly the robot was trying to be. Though the more he stared, the more the Dark Judge's shoulders started to jostle and rock.

    "hehehe...Heha-! HAHAHAHA!" The ghoul's jaw fell slack open with laughter, leaning back into the seat, beside himself with amusement. What was he trying to be? Ah, what did it matter, there was only one thing that the undead really cared about in this scenario. "Hisss gettup looksss sstupid!" Receeding back into his laughter, he almost missed what KARR managed to pick up from the conversation between him and the two sinners that came to watch the show.

    He managed to quiet down some as the important tidbits flooded in upon KARR's speakers. Apparently they would be watching something called Halloween and Night of the Living Dead.

    "....Sssss."

    And just that quickly, Mortis returned to his slouched posture within the driver's seat, his tail flicking irritably. Of course, there always had to be a zombie movie, didn't there....
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Knock Out on Sat Oct 31, 2015 3:25 pm

    Another car drove in, Knock Out giving it the smallest of glances as he continued to take car of the young men who had come in first. Only once the men had entered the concession stand did Knock Out move to approach the new car. The shiny cape flowed behind his back gracefully, while the mask bobbed in a much more unsteady fashion. It bounced with every heavy step Knock Out took. Finally, as Knock Out stepped around to face the driver's side window of the door, the mask slid down to dangle around his neck uselessly. "...Mmngh..." With a soft grumble to himself, the mech smoothed out his cape and ignored the mask, withdrawing another brochure instead. He raised a servo to lightly knock upon the window. "Welcome to the Portal Breach Drive-In! I am Knock Out. The radio station you need to hear the movie is inside of the brochure, and you may also sit at the benches and chairs we have set up around here if you wish, there are speakers installed around the property! The movie starts in about 30 minutes so if you wish, you may go to the concession stand to get something to eat or drink!"

    The mech paused in the usual greeting announcement as his optics roamed over the Trans Am. Hm...it bared more than a passing resemblance to KARR. And whoever could this driver be, if this was indeed KARR? Couldn't be Judge Fear, that ghoul would have stuck his body out the window and waved, greeting the Cybertronian obnoxiously even from across the entire lot. Knock Out narrowed his eyes at both the car and the passenger with scrutiny, before he grinned at them once again. "Enjoy the movies, we'll be showing two different movies tomorrow night, and two different ones the night after that!" Depending on how this weekend went, perhaps this could be a 'thing'...especially around particular holidays!
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Oct 31, 2015 7:33 pm

    "Lissstening to what?"

    "To me, of course." KARR replied, as if there was anything else for the ghoul to listen to on the way over. He had not even touched the radio... Though that was assuming Judge Mortis even knew where the switch for the radio was in the passenger compartment. "I had been saying, you need variety to your un-life." Purging, moping, purging... It was a dull cycle that needed to be broken. What better way to break it than to be of use to their most effective partner in crime-fighting?

    It would be irresponsible of him to go and drag some stranger off to the movies, he would rather his existence stay somewhat limited in who knew he existed what he could do. With Fear being impossible to track down without a means of knowing where exactly he was in the city, Mortis by comparison was far easier to ask on this little outing. He just needed to follow the trail of maggots and advanced decay. Even if the ghoul was so apprehensive about going out to see a movie of all things, two of them given what he had overheard from Knockout.

    Mortis hissed again and the AI watched as he seemed to slink into the seat. "The patrons won't bother us." He reassured, they would be focused on the movie after they were done buying whatever snacks and drinks they wanted at the concession stand. Still, he supposed the Judge would want something more substantial than a mere reassurance. "If anyone does comes by, I will handle them. You stay with me and try to enjoy yourself." KARR added, the vox above his steering wheel flashing with every word. In fact, the only way the AI had thought perhaps they would be bothered in the first place would be if Judge Mortis drew attention to them.

    Speaking of which, it seemed someone thought Knockout's attire was incredibly amusing.

    The driver's seat jostled as Mortis leaned back into it, cackling all the while. His scanners never once leaving the caped spectacle that was Knockout, he only scrutinized it further to try and figure why exactly it looked stupid on top of it being rather vague in what the mech was supposed to be. Hm... A cape and an ill-fitting mask. Still, nothing all that familiar came to KARR's processors. "I am uncertain as to how his outfit looks stupid." Came his conclusion to the analysis. "He looks more reminiscent of perhaps a count or a vampire, maybe a masquerade attendee." Stupid on the other hand... KARR could not figure how he looked stupid.

    Although he could figure what made his passenger slip back into a slouch and start hissing again. Quietly his tail thumped against the vehicle's plush seats, and the AI could not help but comment. "Mortis, stop that. It may not be as bad as you think it is..." Although, his scanners picked up movement heading their way. Thankfully it was not the two men from earlier, but instead it was the caped Cybertronian himself coming over to greet them, a flyer in hand. The amber scanner upon his nose paced a little quicker and he addressed the slouching ghoul once again, the technorganic nearly right next to the driver's window.

    "I will do the talking, just play along to what I say."

    Rap! rap!

    The window rolled down a little, just enough to see the top of Mortis' wide-brimmed hat. He dimmed the glow of his cockpit to keep the focus more on his driver than the futuristic look of his interior, however, even those changes would not hide the smell of his passenger. There was a click and the fan kicked on, circulating the air to keep Mortis' stink from hopefully rising to Knockout's senses. Although it appeared that Knockout was having a little trouble with his attire himself, as the mask slid off his face to hang around his neck. Perhaps he should have invested in something that would have fit his unique features a little better. Quickly tuning to one of the audio recordings he held within his databanks, KARR found something that would do well in masking Mortis' identity. Husky, male, but not too deep or gravelly. "Thank you, sir." He replied, "I think I will take a brochure."

    That was your cue, Mortis.

    Though, it seemed that the Cybertronian had decided to do more than just give information about the drive-in, as his gaze started to wander over his glossy black and silver finish. At the front, there was indeed that familiar scanner, pacing away with a quiet whooshing sound. Perhaps they would not be able to watch the show completely incognito after all... Or at least, not unless their host was distracted. "Nice costume you have on. What are you supposed to be?" KARR asked, keeping the illusion going.

    Though from that smile, it looked like Knockout had been successfully fooled, or maybe he simply wasn't all that interested in finding out who exactly was attending the drive-in. "I'll certainly have to stop by after tonight. What are you playing on the next two nights?" He stated, his tone matching Knockout's grin.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Mortis on Sat Oct 31, 2015 9:43 pm

    Variety? The undead gave an irritable hiss at the statement. "Variety would mean doing sssomething productive, KARR. Sssitting around watching moviess doessnt get any work done." The sinful would only continue to multiply, and this world would continue to stray from true justice. With Fear having retired, it meant that he would have to pick up the slack of not only two, but three Judges. Of course, the purging in itself was enjoyable, pleasing even. But if they kept at a snails pace, nothing would get done, and that went doubly when it came to the fact that if his brother's plan failed... Which it likely may given the nature of this place, he would need to find a means of dispensing justice by his lonesome.

    Could it be done? Of course. He was a Judge, even if he was down three fellow Dark Judges, he had the ability to work by himself. However... There was still the fact that they were never meant to work alone for long periods of time. The glaring weaknesses in his own abilities were testament enough to that.

    Still... He had to admit there was some part of him that yearned to retire as well. If only it could be so easy as simply flinging his badge aside and calling it quits. After all, he had been the one to consider initially that they do something other than just purging all the time, a long, long time ago on an old farmstead over a couple of beers. Alas, such could not be the case, not now. His badge was his oath, and as he remembered, their laws came first and foremost, not the whims of the heart. Even with their chief to tell them what to do, he still thought it responsible to keep going and fulfill his duties.

    "Sssss..." At least so long as he was allowed to without being pulled into these ridiculous outings. Judge Mortis' gaze tilted to look at the flashing voice box, it's glow illuminating his skull eerily "Very well. Sssee to it that you do." The undead lawman wanted little bothering the both of them this evening, especially anyone who decided to come over to the car. Although, part of him did want to see Knockout's costume up close. He looked like a damn fool with it on, especially with that mask of his.

    KARR on the other hand, was not so quick to see what was so plainly visible, however. "All that engineering put into you and you cannot tell how dumb he looksss in that attire?" Mortis rasped, another chuckle bubbling from his rotted chest. Ah, naive machine, it was time you were taught in the way of how things looked stupid or not. "Look at him, the massk hardly fitsss him and that cape isss incredibly gaudy. He doesss not need a cossstume with how flasshy he looksss already!" Mortis elaborated. "I can't even tell what he'sss ssuppossed to be, assside from a complete fool." Thus was KARR's first lesson in how to scan stupid a mile away, from the insufferable undead sheep-man himself. A vampire, a count, a masquerade attendee? Please. There was only various shades of fool written all over that Cybertronian's appearance.

    Fifty shades of fool, even.

    However, that was not about to stop the ghoul from slouching into the driver's seat, completely unimpressed with the movie choices for tonight. Underneath the heavy overcoat, Mortis' tail continued to flick and flex upon KARR's seat. It may not be so bad, he said. Stop slouching in the driver's seat, he said. Ever the pill, Mortis merely hissed and shook his head. Oh, how little this machine knew... "No, you do not undersstand, KARR. Every sssingle undead flick thessse sssinnerss make portraysss usss in the ssame sstereotype." Raising his talons from the folds of his coat, the thick fabric crinkled as he went on to explain. "Ssshambling, mindlesss, sslow, and above all eassily killed with a few bulletss to the head. If sssomething took the effort to crawl out of a grave, there isss nothing logical or ssenssical about trying to desstroy the head or even the body. Anyone with a decent knowledge of how the human body worksss knowss that the brain degradess firsst after death, there would be nothing to ssshoot!" his hissed, although as the Dark Judge's explanation went on, the more it started to turn into an outright rant. Slowly the pinpricks of red in his eye sockets started to flare into a bright glow, and the ghoul wagged a rotted claw at the AI's voice box. "And another thing--!"

    "I will do the talking, just play along to what I say."

    Rap! Rap!

    Huh? A tilt of his head in the direction of the window revealed a caped, smiling Knockout standing right next to the vehicle. "Ssss!" Immediately his gnarled talons hid themselves under the expanse of his coat, and the ghoul briskly tilted his head down so that his hat hid his sheep-skull easier. Still, that did not keep part of his bony snout from sticking out. Not to mention his shoulders looked oddly lumpy in places where his pauldrons had truoble fitting under the AI's definition of a disguise. "...Why didn't you ssay Knockout wasss approaching?" He whispered, oddly enough he managed to sound even more sinister when his voice was not at its usual volume.

    Regardless, he clammed up as the window rolled down, keeping his talons tucked away while KARR spoke for him. Though that voice he chose... Could it be any more seedy? Biting his metaphorical tongue, he waited as the Cybertronian rattled off his speech, similar to the one that he gave the two in the car ahead of them. Though the hardest part was keeping his tail still as the being went on and introduced himself before offering the seats around them along with concession food and drink. "sssss..."

    Well, that and other things.

    When KARR's own vocal disguise stated he would not mind taking a brochure, Mortis hesitantly glanced over at the offered paper. Certainly if the robot had not already seen though his disguise, he would notice something off once his talons reached forward and took the brochure. Still, reach he did, attempting to keep his hand hidden in the shadowy confines of KARR's interior. Yellowed talons and a few patches of sickly green skin could be seen as he took the brochure, before swiftly retreating back into the vehicle.

    His nervousness only grew as he noticed the mech deciding to have a look over of KARR, and then squinted at him in the driver's seat. Setting the brochure aside, Mortis sat completely still as he looked the Cybertronian in the optics, the only thing visible from under the hat aside from the tip of his bony snout were two pinpricks of glowing red. Perhaps if he remained still enough Knockout would not be able to recognize him...

    "Enjoy the movies, we'll be showing two different movies tomorrow night, and two different ones the night after that!"

    Phew... Knockout's scrutinizing gaze returned to his work-smile and said little else about it. Although he could have gone without KARR deciding to strike up a conversation with the brightly colored mech. As if to give his own, albeit annoying cue, Mortis gave the underside of KARR's dashboard panel a small kick.

    Thunk!

    They were here to see a movie, not to make friends, KARR!
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Knock Out on Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:02 pm

    With the window down, Knock Out earned a better look at the driver...and what a look it was. A hat and a thick jacket, two things that just screamed suspicious. Of course, the intent was to blend in, but when blending in consisted of a large hat and a jacket to obscure one's view of their face...well it was just rather see-through. However...perhaps this man was merely in a costume. It was Halloween, after all. Maybe he was supposed to be one of those detectives from Noir films. The voice sounded pleasant enough as well, a male voice that was rather...even, in terms of tone. Not too deep or high pitched, though surprisingly husky. The man stated interest in taking a brochure, and so Knock Out moved the brochure to hover within grasping distance, half of it sticking into the window of the car as if it were a ticket waiting to be punched.

    The hand came and went rather swiftly, much like somebody who feared being smacked if they held their hand out for too long. The mech had managed to snag a glimpse however, and what stuck out most of all were yellowed talons and the sight of ghastly green skin. His crimson optics narrowed, brows furrowing down as he stared back at the driver. They flickered towards the front of the car, towards the sound of whooshing. No doubt, that was the very recognizable light of KARR...no other car Knock Out encountered had a light that trailed in the front. The driver and Knock Out had themselves a bit of a staring contest, Knock Out's bright red optics staring at a pair of eyes that were doused in shadow, though the eyes carried a red glow of their own...

    Mmmmhm...

    His face plates quirked into a slight smirk before he decided to answer the 'driver' back. "Why thank you!" Both servos reached out to snatch the corners of his cape, sweeping them out and bowing theatrically. "I am--er, was supposed to be the Phantom of the Opera...without the mask, I suppose I am just any other cliched character in a cape." He gave a brief shrug before he leaned forward and smiled widely. "Aaaand what about you?" He gave a brief gesture at the figure in the seat. "You look to be a private eye of some kind, though I may be wrong! So what is your costume?" He purred in a conversational tone. Please tell, just what was this costume?~

    "That would be just lovely! Saturday night, we are playing the old classic, Dracula, and The Poltergiest. Sunday night, we are playing John Carpenter's The Thing and Jaws. Do they interest you"
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Nov 05, 2015 4:48 am

    Watching a movie may not be productive in the sense that Mortis may have seen it, but to the AI, there was a little more to productivity than simply killing everything in sight. "It can be productive. Consider it research on the sinners you are intent on exterminating. Horror movies are a genre that focuses on human fears, after all." He suggested, an optic observing the two men at the concession stand while the majority of his scanner arrays were busy taking in the out-door theater. There certainly was a lot of effort put in to decorating this place for a one-night only holiday...

    All for the sake of theme and mood, he supposed. In the driver's seat, the ghoul grew quiet for a long while, likely thinking or simply zoning out again, until the topic of the AI handling matters came up. While the Judge did not seem too interested in being needlessly bothered, at least he was content enough to trust that KARR would be able to handle things without his input. Not that it stopped the miserly undead from deciding to take a jab at his engineering, or lack thereof, regarding matters of whether or not someone looked stupid in a costume or not. "If by that you mean my programming is not suited towards your low-brow commentary, I may just take that as a compliment." He coolly retorted. Even so... KARR's scanners roved over Knockout's attire a little more closely, and he could not help but ponder it a little further.

    Could Mortis be right?

    Had the AI figured out what exactly it took to look "stupid" in something?

    "I can see where you mean it is ill-fitting, and perhaps overdoing his overall look, but to call it stupid is simply too... crude." He deduced after a short moment of contemplation. "Flamboyant would be a better term. Maybe even foppish if you wanted to really stretch it." Either way, Knockout looked very busy as a whole. Perhaps if he decided to simply remain himself, or at least drop the mask, the look would come off a little better.

    And apparently zombie moves were every bit as bad as Mortis thought they were, if his complaining was anything to go by. There was a soft, static hiss from his vocalizer, KARR's synthesized equivalent of a sigh as he listened to the ghoul ramble, not even bothering to try and get a word in, especially since a certain cybertronian was awaiting right outside the window. His reaction to the lightest of rapping upon KARR's window made up for all of his whining, and his rant quickly silenced with a startled hiss and a whisper. "Maybe if someone was not so intent on ranting, I could have gotten a word in." He uttered back, lowering the volume of his voice to match the undead's whispering. Which was partially correct. but only partially, as the AI could not help but take amusement in how easily the bright red robot managed to sneak up on him without even trying.

    That one was going into his databanks for sure.

    Aside from a few quiet hisses, the exchange went well enough, all things considered. Although the more they talked, the more Knockout seemed to be growing suspicious. Mortis' method of taking the brochure hardly helped the situation, as he snatched it right out of Knockout's plated hands. Smooth, Judge, smooth...

    "I see you noticed my ghoul hands, ha ha..." The "driver" commented, "They're a latex job that I made for myself. The paint is admittedly a bit spotty in some areas, but otherwise I think they really look the part so long as I keep the jacket on." As for the look Knockout gave the both of them after he gave the front of KARR's vehicle another look, KARR only gave a small pause at the action, before speaking up again. "...Is there something the matter? You seem to be looking at me pretty hard there, son." Of course, the AI figured by now that Knockout was starting to catch on, but if he could manage to steer him off their trail, it would be worth an entire evening of silence from his passenger.

    thunk!

    Along with a lack of abuse from the ghoul's taloned feet. With a click KARR's Passive Laser Restraint system came online, and the ghoul would find it very hard to move without the true driver of the Trans-Am allowing it.

    A smirk crossed Knockout's faceplates, and KARR knew that their charade was doomed. It must have been his scanner light that gave them away, or perhaps the Dark Judge's own decrepit presence... A pity, he had thought the overcoat hid him just fine. In the meantime, the cybertronian was content to show off his cape and reply as to what exactly he was supposed to be. Wait... the Phantom of the Opera? "Really now?" Genuine surprise was evident in the driver's tone at the answer, and the puppeteer behind the false guise finally solved his mystery regarding Knockout's costume. "I don't think I've ever heard of the guy. Your cape looks great though."

    "Aaaand what about you? You look to be a private eye of some kind, though I may be wrong! So what is your costume?"

    And there was the question he figured would inevitably come up. Thankfully, the AI already had an alibi in mind for such an occassion! "Me? I'm a crypt-creeper!" He happily replied, the restraints meanwhile let up a little on the captive dark Judge, an invitation to get into the role and show off those talons of his. "I got all dressed up like this for something at a friend's place, but I decided to keep it on a bit longer and have some fun doing a bit of scaring." An eccentric type, this man. Though getting into the spirit a mere day before the holiday was not all that bad, was it?

    There was always that one person, after all. Weird, but otherwise harmless.

    Soon after, the cybertronian was nice enough to elaborate on the rest of the movies in the lineup. Dracula, Poltergeist, The Thing, and Jaws... All of these titles were completely lost on the AI and he could not help but find himself intrigued. "They certainly do, I've seen a few of them, but they're definitely worth re-watching." The driver on the other hand was apparently a movie buff as much as he was a bit too into the halloween spirit.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Mortis on Fri Nov 06, 2015 12:12 am

    Research he says... The Judge scoffed but otherwise did not pursue the argument further. To examine human fears would be something more along the lines of his brother's element, though it as not too far fetched for the undead Judge to decide and expand his horizons regarding what he did with his job. If eh was to wrok alone, he would need to adopt far more cunning than he held alongside his brothers...

    "If by that you mean my programming is not suited towards your low-brow commentary, I may just take that as a compliment."

    "Ssss..." It was not low brow, it was an honest statement! That outfit on Knockout's body looked stupid, it was an obvious, general fact. Regardless, it was not worth a retort, and the ghoul settled into his seat. His eye sockets settled on the car's CRT monitors, watching as KARR had decided to give the mech a more thorough scanning in order to deduce whatever it was that made his outfit stupid. It almost brought a snicker out of him, how much the car needed to analyse before he came to his conclusion on the choice in costume.

    Wait, foppish, flamboyant? That was the best he could come up with for alternatives? "You're a lossst causse, KARR." He remarked, shaking his skeletal head. All that money poured into his programming and circuitry, and the computer could not simply call an orange an orange without splitting hairs. Typical sinner engineering... Just as it was so typical that a sinner made vehicle would go on and blame him for not knowing that Knockout was coming over to greet them.

    If it were not for how useful the machine was to both him and his brother, likely he would have taken the liberty to add some distress to the vehicle's components. Instead, the ghoul merely hissed quietly, keeping still as the Cybertronian stared at them both, switching between glancing over KARR's exterior and squinting at his partially concealed face. Knockout did not have the ability to scan through his overcoat and hat, did he? Underneath the overcoat, Mortis' tail flexed slightly, attempting to keep still, but finding himself too anxious to stay completely rigor. Look at him, he must have recognized something from the way he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them both after giving the vehicle's front bumper another glance. Although as the conversation went on, his attention piqued at the excuses KARR came up with for his appearance.

    Latex, paint... pathetic given how real the decay of his skin looked, along with the stink that it carried. He thought to perhaps give the underside of KARR's dashboard another thunk, if not for the action KARR took after the first one. Immediately the Dark Judge found himself pressed into the seat's plush upholstery, unable to move a single limb no matter how he tried.

    Which, to the outside onlooker, a.k.a Knockout, would look like the car's driver was adjusting his posture within the seat. Now pinned to the backrest, Mortis had little else to do but sit through the mech's explanation about his costume. Phantom of the Opera his bony...

    "Me? I'm a crypt-creeper!"

    What?! The glow within Mortis' eye sockets flared beneath the brim of his hat. "Sssss..." Of course, all the possible options for a costume KARR could think up, and he went with a Crypt-Creeper. He did not have the foggiest clue what exactly that meant, but he figured it was just another euphemism for zombie. Though as he said it, the ghoul felt the hold over his host lessen, likely to give the AI some sort of opportunity to play the puppet-master. While the vehicle may find this to be worth the effort, Mortis could already tell that the mech had figured them out the moment the window had been rolled down and he took a good look at his talons.

    Anything else was merely the medic humoring them.

    Instead, Mortis merely sat in the seat, waiting for when Knockout finally decided to stop humoring the antics of his mechanical associate. Though in the meantime, he ensured that the majority of his figure managed to stay in the shadows of KARR's cockpit. There was no making this guessing game easy for the sassy machine lingering outside.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Knock Out on Mon Nov 09, 2015 6:41 pm

    Flamboyant was a rather appropriate term to describe Knock Out's state of dress, with such an elegant cape. If he were an organic, he likely would have found a white shirt with poofy frills around the neck to wear, but what he had now was fine, not to mention appropriate. The rest of his body was merely too pointy and metallic to wear much of anything. Honestly, he had no idea how Livewire managed to do it.

    So, according to this stranger here, his hands were green due to latex and paint. It certainly looked interesting, that was for sure. "Good job, it looks very realistic. From what little I saw, that is." The latex and make-up had only been applied to the man's hands, as he commented that he needed to keep his jacket on for it to look real. "And your face? Does that have latex as well? I can't help but notice that it is hidden from view as well." Knock Out pointed out, a polite tone to his voice. At the question, Knock Out gave a light shrug. "Just curious is all! This is the first time I've had an event like this here, so I'm interested in getting to know those who come." Particularly if there was a chance that Knock Out may know some of the people who have come...

    A light thunk sounded from inside of the car, and the man behind the wheel seemed to shuffle into place in his seat. Probably finding a more comfortable position for himself. "Oh really?" And here Knock Out was, expecting the man to instantly understand. Of course, perhaps the figure was a bit obscure on some versions of Earth... "Why thank you!" A flourish of his cape and Knock Out stood straight again. "The Phantom of the Opera is a character from an Earth novel, play, and movie. I rather liked how the cape looked. As for the mask...perhaps it is best it doesn't fit so well. That way, my face isn't hidden~" His talons lightly brushed down his own face plates in a cocky manner. A shame to hide such a face, yes?

    Oho, a crypt-creeper was it? A costume he had worn to a friend's party and decided to keep on. An odd hiss lingered in the air for a moment, and Knock Out raised his brow again before taking on a friendly tone. "Ah, no problem with that! For the sake of the holiday, I think costumes are fine." If not outright encouraged. "As long as you don't cause any harm, you can wear whatever you want." At the mention of causing any harm, he again gave the car a roaming look, optics looking it over from the bumper to that little light at the front. It was meant in more ways than one. "I've seen a couple as well, the others were recommended by employees or acquaintances. Well, I hope you enjoy your time here!" Knock Out had taken up enough of this man's time, and he could see a couple other cars and people coming in that he would need to greet. He inclined his head to the mysterious man. "Have a good night!~" With a wave, he sauntered off, cape bouncing lightly behind him. As the mech passed by a trash can, he used a talon to snip the elastic and chucked the mask inside of it.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Nov 13, 2015 7:48 pm

    A lost cause, he said... Hmpf! It could just as easily be said that the Dark Judge was a lost cause in attempting to be as flawless and unaffected as they had sought to be. As he had heard Fear lament a year or so prior. Hm... The interior optics settled on his passenger for a moment. Did Mortis ever ponder the same thing Fear had two years back?

    There had to be a reason that he had gone and done what he did a few months back, his so-called search for stability... Hm.

    Questions to be save for another time, he supposed, for the ghoul was growing restless... And uncooperative with his cues. Hissing, sitting still and otherwise trying his hardest to do as little as possible to aid in KARR's attempt to keep them both incognito. Ah, it reminded him of his first few days on this confusing planet, rolling into the city, attempting to land a maintenance appointment with Jo while Fear was craving his... purges. Well at least this time around, the Dark Judge he was with had not opted to antagonize the first person who spoke with them. he was content to simply sit still, stay quiet, and hiss.

    That last action did not exactly match up with his attempts to hold their cover, however... Not that Knockout seemed to notice.

    "Thank you!" He cheerfully replied, "My face? Ah, you must mean the mask. I found it laying around in my home and made a few adjustments. It doesn't cover my whole head, so I have the hat in order to, ah, conceal the rest of me." The mysterious driver explained. Though his efforts likely would not be seen due to his interest of staying hidden. Hm, and won't Mortis feel lucky, Knockout could not recognize him through the hat and jacket! No thanks to the AI's own clever devices, of course.

    And here he thought it was a foolish endeavor.

    Curious but not interested in pressing further, Knockout's conversation turned back to him along with an explanation of what exactly the Phantom of the Opera was. Of course, KARR was already familiar with the play and novelization, but as for a movie...? Huh, when had that come about? Keeping up his act, the male voice he donned continued his seemingly ignorant mindset regarding theatre. "Really? It seems like a well-known story... Makes me wonder why I haven't heard of it sooner. I like how the cape looks too." He paused for a moment before asking, "So was this phantom a robot too? The work you did on all those panels is quite nice." It was indeed a shame to hide it, such a shiny face, such a shiny everything! Although Mortis may not share the sentiment about being called a crypt-creeper for the sake of appearances, Knockout ate it up all the same.

    After all, more cars were coming in, and he could not let himself be delayed. "Of course, of course... Nothing wrong with a scare for the sake of good fun." He chuckled, although something about it seemed to be a little flat. Almost as if the tone had been synthesized without being programmed with the change in pitch in mind. There was a sound, like the person was clearing their throat, before continuing. "Well, I shouldn't keep you, I see some more cars coming in." He concluded, watching as he gave the car another look. Even if KARR's true identity may have been guessed, he did not mind. For now, he just wished to see two monster flicks, without anyone catching on to them being acquainted... For the sake of avoiding a certain Judge's hissy-fit.

    "Have a good night!~"

    "Thanks! You too, friend." He rumbled as the medic walked off, observing as the mask was chucked aside into a nearby trash-can. With Knockout out of earshot, KARR rolled the window back up and tuned his radio to the frequency written on the flyer. All the while, he could not help but give a small chuckle himself and give his passenger a little ribbing. "See, not as bad as you thought it would be. We did pretty well."

    Even if it seemed Knockout was going to figure them out a few times.


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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Mortis on Sat Nov 14, 2015 2:15 am

    "My face? Ah, you must mean the mask. I found it laying around in my home and made a few adjustments. It doesn't cover my whole head, so I have the hat in order to, ah, conceal the rest of me."

    First it was latex for his gruesome claws, and now his face was a mask... "Sss..." What was he going to come up with should Knockout see his uniform, how would he explain away the rotted holes that could be poked through his host with their fingers, that could be seen through. Would he prattle away that his tail was some papier-mâché craft that he whipped up in his spare time?!

    Go on, KARR, the Judge would love to know what lie you would cook up to cover his aura as well.

    Though to his surprise, Knockout seemed to be buying it. The latex, the reason behind getting all dressed up while out catching a movie... He did not question a single shred of the AI's explanation. Things were going absolutely swimmingly! Too swimmingly, even. He doubted the robot could be so daft as to think he actually was a mere costume, not after the excursion into the thorny swamp and across the mire. Not when he had been subject to his and Fear's lawful presences throughout that entire trip. An entire week long trip... No, something was up. The medic could not be so daft to actually believe what KARR was saying, could he?

    Regardless, Mortis decided it to be wiser to stay quiet and let the two have their conversation instead of breaking their cover. Even if it was thinner than a wet tissue. All of his grumbling and irritability remained silent, in his thoughts to be heard only by one other... or perhaps two if Kev decided to have a listen as well. More prattle about the medic's stupid cape, and another few moments discussing the play that it came from... Ugh. Beneath the folds of his jacket, Mortis' claws imperceptibly twitched. He could be  prowling the Outer District, putting his time and energy to better use sentencing the iniquitous that lingered in the ghettos instead of... This.

    Sitting idle, waiting, listening... For nothing more than allowing the AI to entertain himself with a few horror-flicks. To have to sit through Knockout's preening on top of it all was enough to make the ghoul's toes curl from how much he was holding back from snarking something in his direction. A great lack of KARR's questioning would ease his suffering all the more quickly, not that the machine seemed to notice or care.

    Before long, however, it was fated that their discussion come to an end, the mech making his final goodbye and walking off to deal with some incoming customers. At this, the ghoul did finally raise one of his arms in a wave, the sleeve sliding down some to reveal part of his uniform as he stuck it out the window once Knockout's back was turned.

    "Yesss. Good-night, mech~." He callously hissed, sliding his arm back into the cockpit. Ah, but what was this? The machine decided to rub in the idiocy he just witnessed?

    At that, Mortis' tail slapped loudly against the seat cushion, huffing. "The mech ssaw through your russe, KARR. He never took hisss eyess off you for a sssecond." Mortis saw how the medic kept glancing to the front of the car, squinting into the window every time Mortis had moved or looked at him. "You give yourssself far too much credit. Ssshould I have been outsside of your cockpit, he would have recognized usss immediately; with or without the dissguisse." He stated, crossing his skeletal arms over his chest as he leaned back in the seat.

    How long would it be before the movie got rolling?
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Knock Out on Mon Nov 16, 2015 11:20 pm

    Ha! Such a cheerful thanks...and for something as simple as a 'costume' compliment. It made the corners of his mouth quirk up. Even if the man inside the car was likely trying to stall, the thanks was still appreciated. "You're welcome!" The mech responded, voice just as cheerful. The man likewise confirmed that he was apparently wearing a mask of his own. Probably better fitting than his own, if it even existed... The mask only covered his face, hence the use of the hat, and Knock Out grasped his own chin in intimate thought, lightly stroking the little metal bit at the very end of his chin. "Not bad, not bad...definitely a good way to hide the edges of the mask. Probably should have considered that for my own." He shrugged. The mask had really been more of a last minute grab...he'd gotten a bit too hung up on the cape, and how it should look. "You know, with a bit adjustment, you could be a scarecrow or something too." All he needed was some straw and a burlap sack. Voila, new costume!

    "Oh yes, perhaps a bit too well-known, even..." Many movies liked to reference it in some fashion, particularly if an organ was around anywhere in the film. The sight of a masked figure, hunched over the organ keys and playing his heart out while another approached to yank the mask off, revealing the horrid face beneath. "The music is quite good, but the plot..." He made a so-so gesture with his servo. "Eeeh...maybe it is just because I'm not a fan of romance." Oh whoever will the young woman choose?! The mysterious, dark man who taught her to sing, or the other guy?! Oh, passion! Oh suspense! Oh Primus, was it bad... "Oh, if only." The red mech waved a hand and barked a laugh. "He was human, which is typical! Creative as humans can be, they can also be so vain and egotistical! The only movies with robots in it either have them as mindless killing machines, or as tame and innocent...basically sparklings..." Where was the movie about a handsome medic who was appreciated by his higher-ups and could wipe the floor with his enemies...? Sigh...

    At least this man, whoever he was, could appreciate beauty when he saw it! The vain mech tilted his helm to the side and brushed his clawed fingers over his own cheek in a primping motion, lights on the property shining off of the ivory colored face plates. "Thank you very much! I put in a bit of extra work in order to look my best for tonight. It wouldn't look good if the owner came in looking like an unkempt slob." When the man spoke again, Knock Out's servo lowered, optics persistent and intense on the figure in the car seat. The voice had slipped. Knock Out's own voice carried a tone, a mechanical one that growled from a synthesizer. It was easy to tell the difference from a synthesizer and an organic voicebox, and the voice had slipped, sounding more flat and mechanical. There was a noise, and the voice corrected itself, insisting that it didn't want to take up all of his time. He craned his head towards the entrance, an ambiguous grin growing on his face.

    "Ah yes, I see them too." With a brief nod of agreement, he took a step back and didn't take another look at the car, nor the 'man'. He waved his servo back at him in silent response, optics already locked on a little corvette up ahead. Yet in the back of his processor, Knock Out's mind was whirring. A hologram perhaps, such things were not unheard of.

    "Yesss. Good-night, mech~."

    That voice...! Knock Out turned about on his heels, front facing the car once again. The passenger inside was now completely shielded by the darkened windows, but Knock Out remembered that voice. It was hard to forget a hiss like that, especially since it was vaguely similar to Fear's. A Dark Judge...inside of KARR. Knock Out's optics narrowed, staring at the car much more openly now. For a few moments he continued, before he turned and continued on his way. This place was supposed to be for everyone, after all... So long as they kept their shenanigans to just scaring people, there would be no problem. Heh...at least if any of them tried anything, Knock Out could be well within his rights to attack. Get a bit of revenge while he was at it... With a wide grin, he turned to the two young women as they exited the corvette, handing them a brochure. "Welcome to the Portal Breach Drive-In...!"
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Nov 19, 2015 1:26 am

    Well well, perhaps KARR should take on an alias more often! With his 'disguise' Knockout was open to a bit of advice from the two toned vehicle. Though if he were to be honest, if the mech wished to keep up with the theme of his costume, perhaps some form of wig would fit better than a hat. There was no adaption of the story he was aware of that had the phantom wearing a hat. But at the same time, appearances had to be kept up... Though in this case he would not mind seeing Knockout trying to pull off a hat and cape with the mask as an attempt to pass off as the Phantom of the Opera.

    Oho, a scarecrow? "Hm, there's an idea for next year..." The driver uttered thoughtfully. Although the AI doubted that Mortis would be up for stuffing himself full of straw, it was still an interesting image to consider... And quite humorous.

    As for the play/novel/movie that Knockout took inspiration from, it appeared he was more a fan of its music than the actual story. Understandable, given the strange romance that it portrayed. A boy is raised in an opera house, he meets a girl and teaches her to sing, and somehow convinces her that he's an angel... certainly more fanciful than pragmatic, in terms of the romantic plot. Knockout waved his plated hand and laughed, and for a moment he could not help but agree.

    "...Creative as humans can be, they can also be so vain and egotistical!"

    Yes.

    "...The only movies with robots in it either have them as mindless killing machines, or as tame and innocent...basically sparklings..."

    Oh, yes! how many times had he come across broadcasts on the radio for flicks that painted humans as the heroes against big-bad technology? Terminators, WOPRs, Johnny-Fives... The list went on, stories of how man's ambition for technology could end up destroying them or somehow granting some sort of innocent, naive plaything to befriend. Ugh, sickening, all of it. And the worst part of it all? They usually were only doing what the humans had programmed them to do! There was no choice in the matter, and god-forbid that it grew sentient.

    Regardless, KARR bit back his commentary on the matter. He had an act to keep up after all. "Looks like human flicks don't tend to be your thing. Maybe you could find something that is more... uh, robot friendly?" He innocently suggested. It would be nice after all to have a story that actually respected some more advanced forms of engineering; alien or otherwise.

    Of course, the mech could not just stand and take a compliment, could he? his helm tilted to the side and he primped himself further, ever preening on his already buffed and polished form. If it were not for the Cybertronian's disinterest in scratching his immaculate paint job, perhaps he would find something in common with appreciating a good wax-job. Judge Fear certainly did an excellent job with keeping his form pristine and polished to a mirror-shine. However, the moment he noticed that there was a small difference in the driver's speech patterns, the primping and preening ceased.

    Damn, he was catching on.

    "Ah, excuse me! I had a frog in my throat." He quickly covered. After tonight he would need to make a visit to the Chop Shop for a maintenance appointment... He quickly made a diagnostic scan of his synthesizing systems, pinpointing the root of the malfunction while he kept the rest of his attention on the medic. In the time it took for him to look over at the approaching vehicles, KARR had a report ready and saved for when he went to visit Jo next. Thankfully he did not look into it further, already turning and walking away to tend to the other vehicles that were coming his way.

    "Yesss. Good-night, mech~."

    At least until someone decided to pipe up. Immediately Knockout turned around to look back in his direction and the AI fell silent, the amber glow upon the vehicle's nose snuffing itself out to keep any further attention from being drawn to them again. Not that it helped, his optics could still see the mech's squinting clearly, likely already figuring what happened and the implications behind it. When he finally turned and returned to his business, KARR returned part of his attention to Mortis while he kept an optic on the mech as he went to visit the other cars.

    "He only saw through our ruse because you had to say something! He was hardly suspecting a thing until you decided to give that parting goodbye." He retorted with a hiss. If he was outside the cockpit, please... "And why would you be so foolish as to put yourself out in the open when we are trying to lay low... as per your interests?" He added, tuning to the radio station given on the brochure and turning up the volume some. Sooner or later the credits or coming attractions were going to start rolling, depending on how this place worked.

    Then again, the closest thing he came to a drive-in theatre was passing by a few televisions in the window of a few stores in the city that were tuned to the news.
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    Re: Spoopy Scary Movies

    Post by Mortis on Fri Nov 20, 2015 4:08 pm

    Talking, talking, talking.... Or more, a bunch of circular lip-service. Knockout primped and preened in the window like some metallic bird, seemingly searching for a new angle for the drive-in's lights to illuminate his polished face. Oh, how tempting would it be to reach out and perhaps leave a small smudge of dead fluids right over his dumb-

    "You know, with a bit adjustment, you could be a scarecrow or something too."

    Scarecrow?! He saw his righteous silhouette and the first thing that came to mind was a scarecrow? For a short moment he considered snapping his arm out and giving the egotistical machine a few suggestions on what he could be for this Halloween. A rusty scrap heap sounded rather fitting, in his opinion! Ah, but if he were to start a fight here... Granted they were outside of the ISO's jurisdiction, but if he got int a brawl with the medic, likely the AI would not be keen on aiding him after essentially attempting to off the person in charge of running the movie, and he would risk damaging his host with no backup body in sight. "Ssss..." It looked like Mortis had to resign to sitting in KARR, filled with rustled jimmies for the rest of the evening.

    A torturous fate indeed.

    In the meantime his gaze wandered over to the new arrivals that were finding their parking spaces, a couple in a sedan were getting settled in, parked further up ahead and fiddling with the metal speakers kept on the stand next to their vehicle. Nearer to where KARR had parked himself however, there was an old van, rusted at the edges and sporting an airbrush painting of what looked to be a wizard riding on a dragon against a mountainside background. Once again Judge Mortis' claws flexed eagerly beneath his overcoat, a single eye socket scanning the slowly filling parking area while still facing Knockout. After all, it would look odd if the speaker turned his attention away from the person he was speaking to.

    Patience, he needed to wait a little longer and soon the medic would be busied with the rest of the incoming sinners...

    Though he had to admit, hearing KARR trying to keep his cover was a slight entertainment in the midst of his and Knockout's clucking. The ghoul had to keep himself from scoffing as he heard the AI attempt to pass it off as a frog in his throat instead of an obvious error in one of his many professionally engineered systems. Hah, how many millions had they sunk into this tin can again?

    However, it was Mortis' turn to freeze up when the medic turned around at his farewell, squinting straight into the windshield as he scrutinized the both of them. Despite the hat only being able to cover so much of his face, and the shadows managed to hide the rest, his talons swiftly reached up and grasped the brim, pulling it down over his face to hide as much of it as he could, all the while the rest of him looked as if it were attempting to melt into the overcoat and down his seat.

    This was it, he had found them out! Any moment now he was going to march right over to them and--!

    "Welcome to the Portal Breach Drive-In...!"

    "...?"

    He left them be? Slowly the Dark Judge straightened back up, lifting the brim of his hat in order to get a better look at his surroundings, starting with the driver's side window. Not a glint of polished red metal to be seen, as the medic was busy with another set of cars further down the way. Though he lacked any true way of breathing, he released a small sigh and adjusted his posture, reaching over to put the window back up while KARR turned on the radio and adjusted the channel.

    A pity he could not bugger off to someone else too... "Do not blame me for eventsss that were already ssset in motion."[/b] He rasped, leaning menacingly toward's KARR's flashing vox. "I recall you having to give an excussse for that hiccup in your ssynthesssizersss earlier. He knowss, machine, with or without my involvement he already had a ssusspicion." No amount of frogs in KARR's "throat" could remedy it either. He saw the light on the vehicle's nose, and he knew quite well that the AI had met Knockout before from what he could read from his brother. Therein that left one question in mind, quickly waving aside his spat regarding his earlier statement.

    "Why not disstract the medic with yourssself, insstead of attempting to act asss if you two had never met? In fact, why bother dragging me here at all if you two already knew each other?" He hissed, a clawed hand reaching up to tap at the dashboard's smooth plastic expectantly.


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