Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


    Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Share
    avatar
    Mortis
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 942
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Sun Feb 28, 2016 12:08 am

    Time: 7:30 PM
    Date: February 27, 0006

    A long, slender shadow approached the edge of the Outer District, stretching out over the empty roadway and beginning to merge with the darker places between the neglected buildings. There was a sound of leathery soles upon pavement as their owner stepped forward, a long, dark coat covering their form and a hat situated upon the bone of their head. Beneath street lamps his towering form passed, slipping quietly into the distrcit’s confines. Like night and day the difference between these two worlds was clear, along with the suggested consequence that would befall the rest of the city if their protectors ever abandoned it completely instead of merely turning a blind eye to certain areas.

    Over the past few days, the silhouette had passed through here, quietly lurking and exploring. It’s path was a mystery, and its destination was only known or sensible to them alone. Select buildings had been visited, relics that had little in the way of staff or tenants aside from the odd homeless person or stray animal. However, the buildings it had decided to visit were only tampered with once, and never visited again...

    What could have repelled their mysterious visitor was only known to them.

    However, if one had decided to follow this strange figure as they made their nightly rounds, they would find that each place they had taken to visiting was similar to the last. A place for housing the dead, mortuaries, morgues, whatever the name it did not matter. There was one destination however that the shrouded being treated differently. This one he came back and observed the past few nights, mindful to keep to the shadows as he inspected the outside. There were no windows for him to peer into, not an door left neglectfully open for him to slip inside and peek, but he knew what lay within... He had his means of gathering what went on within the walls of this place. The local vermin were easy thralls, small enough to skitter into the ventilation and spy upon the goings-on, and quickly travel where others would not think to look.

    It was a tactic that paid off well, for the unseen visitor discerned that this place was used for much more than merely holding bodies. The owners were industrious, ambitious folk, and they kept many useful devices within.

    ”Ssss...” A pleased sound, an approving sound. Yes, this was the right one. Although within...

    The silhouette could detect life, pungent and foul. Its stink clung to the building like an illness, and it could not, would not do. There was a creak of leathery, mummified flesh and a set of long, yellowed talons flexed.

    One, two, three... Quickly the creature counted at least five within the morgue. Already he ached to snuff them out, to still the life that beat within their breasts. Oh, but not alone, though he knew he could take on the entire building and erode the occupants to a pile of rotten flesh and bones, he did not want to keep all the fun to himself. There was another who wanted to join him in his hunt, and would just as much pleasure in it as he would. Across the void a call was sent, silent to all but the intended recipient.

    I have found one sssuitable for our purpossesss, brother. It hasss all we need and sssome more. You will be pleassed to hear that it alssso isss... occupied.

    A quick scan of their thoughts deduced what lurked within the building, although while they felt little more than an unnerving chill down their spines, the cloaked figure learned plenty.

    Organ smugglers.

    They were a small group, but they worked efficiently. Victims were drugged and bagged, rolled in through the back and laid upon the examination table as if they were dead, but they were still very much alive. They needed to be, to harvest the organs fresh. After a body expired, especially here, there was not always a carcass to cut the organs from. An insidious practice... But very clever. Any bodies that did not dissolve into code were placed in cold storage and disposed of later. Their bodies were sewn up as if having completed an autopsy, but their insides were just as hollow as the compassion these criminals held for their victims.

    Such sinful existences, so very deserving to be laid to rest... Another eager hiss escaped the figure, mindful to restrain his zeal as he waited for the other to arrive.
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Mon Feb 29, 2016 5:47 pm

    I have found one sssuitable for our purpossesss, brother. It hasss all we need and sssome more. You will be pleassed to hear that it alssso isss... occupied.

    A chill wind stretched across the city, from a lively gathering in the park to the decrepit, crime-infested streets of the Outer District. Mortis needn't wait much longer as the shadows before his rotten feet warped and twisted by an unseen master. The soft rustling of cotton and denim was his only warning, before - "Sss... I sssee you have located a mossst promisssing candidate for our needsss," rumbled a deep, reverberating voice. Out of the murky gloom stepped Fear, one of four Dark Judges tasked with eradicating all life from their judicial influence - one of four Dark Judges no longer fit to wield the badge. An unfortunate circumstance, but whereas the fiend no longer proudly displayed his usual garb of office and authoritative air... A metallic click reached Mortis' ears, his smouldering eyes perhaps keen enough to catch a glimpse of polished gold.

    "Ssso... organleggersss?" Fear inquired. One-by-one he inserted bullets into the awaiting cylinder of a revolver casually, a familiar golden gun held within his leathery hands. "Ssshouldn't be too difficult," he rasped, unhurried and unconcerned. "Their numbersss are paltry, and I sssussspect they haven't the equipment capable of thwarting usss." Was the superfiend confident? Perhaps... though Fear had purged enough sinners by now that it all felt routine. Besides, when had they ever had troubles with a group of organ thieves?

    Another click and the revolver was fully loaded, each shot meant for one purpose and one purpose only.

    To kill.

    There was something about the thought that tickled. "Jussst like old timesss, eh, brother?" Fear chuckled. As much as he wanted to run in there and go about the usual business of killing every living thing in sight without a care in all the world, they were smarter than the average sinner - usually. Fingers itched for a good massacre, but the ghoul knew trigger discipline. "Alright, how do you want to do thisss?" he asked, ethereal eyes surveying the building. Mm, life... he could practically smell its wretched stink. "I daresssay we aren't going to knock on their front door; have you found an unguarded entry point?" A clean session was far better than a messy one - especially one that could possibly see their hosts up in flames or ruin.
    avatar
    Mortis
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 942
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Mon Feb 29, 2016 7:58 pm

    One of two Dark Judges, who were unfit to wield their badges.

    In their shared discharge from their profession, the two undeads were similar. Too corrupt, too willing to fall to sin, in order to uphold the laws they had enforced for centuries. It was funny, almost, how one dimension and a few years could change them compared the stubborn doggedness that pushed them to try and eliminate a massive Mega City from the face of a planet for over twenty, perhaps thirty years. However, some changes, although challenging and rife with uncertainty, were for the better.

    He glanced down at the sound of a mechanical click and the gleam of a polished golden barrel. Someone came prepared. He watched Fear load the golden gun with bullets for a brief moment, before turning his attention back on the building.

    "Yesss, and a confident lot." Mortis agreed, "They are armed only with their ssscalpelsss, and belive no one hasss caught onto their operation." An assumption that would change tonight.

    The superfiend nodded, a dull pinprick of red shining from beneath the brim of his hat. "They are few. I detected no guardsss on my obssservationss of thisss place." He hissed. They would be easy, they would be quick. These five souls were prime prey for the both of them. A pleased hiss quietly sighed from Mortis' teeth, and the superfiend nodded. "Yesss, it hass been too long sssince we have purged ssside by ssside." Hopefully this would not be the last either.

    He raised a talon to point towards the back of the building. "They bring the bodiesss in through the back, in thisss casse it may be bessst to go in through the front... Or we may attempt to hide ourssselvess with their catchesss and ssstrike once we are wheeled in. It would be an effective method of sssurprissse." Mortis rasped, keeping a watchful eye upon the thoughts of the criminals within. Currently they were preoccupied with a fresh body, a young, healthy male. While one amateur surgeon went about butchering the body of its vitals, the other was already counting the profits they would make off the organs.

    Although, while both entrances were viable options... The sheep-skulled undead had to admit that to try and pose as a body ready for harvesting would be a little too risky, although incredibly entertaining. They needed to be efficient, and they needed to be quick, lest they inadvertently lose what they were looking for. His snout tilted upward to the roof, and a better idea struck him.

    "Or... I could cut the power, temporarily. They would sssooner ssusspect an outage or electrical failure than ssabtoage. While they are attempting to fix the outage, we can sstrike easssily from the dark. You can keep their attention inssside from the front, and I will take care of the one bringing the bodiesss in through the back door. The back will be sssecured from any posssible essscape, and I will join you in ssslaughtering the ressst." He offered, a talon resting itself upon his chin. the group inside were not armed like a gang would be, so they would not need to worry about firearms riddling their hosts full of bullets... It was something he was certain his brother would appreciate far more than himself. His host was already pockmarked with enough stab wounds and bullet holes as it was from his earlier patrols throughout the gehtto's streets, and he did not see how a few more would make a difference. He turned his skull to look at his brother once more, his jaw moving in sync with his words. "Which sssoundsss bessst?" He asked. Although he was beginning to figure his brother would perhaps lean towards cutting the power, Fear was known to have his own ideas that were particularly clever.
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Tue Mar 01, 2016 7:51 am

    "Ah, sssplendid. A confident lot of criminalsss who will make plenty of missstakesss like a couple of rookiesss, ha ha." Sounded like an easy kill. And armed only with scalpels, no guards patrolling the establishment? Today must have been the superfiends' lucky day. Alas, it was with a heavy heart that Fear was not an avid practitioner of relying on one of the universe's most fickle phenomenons. That was simply bad business. He holstered his weapon and patiently listened to Mortis' report, mulling their options over. To enter from the front entrance or from the back... Or to think outside the box entirely and be as creative and artistic as possible with their kills. Decisions, decisions.

    Ultimately, Fear disagreed with the first option. "Our current hossstsss aren't fresssh," he pointed out. No respectable organlegger would even dare fiddle with such rotten, sickly cadavers. "Even if we played the part of two dead ssstiffsss, they'd sssooner ignore usss for a more lively catch. We're more than jussst a little passst our expiration date, eh wot?" It would be rather hard to miss a pair of green-skinned monstrous bodies like these, concealed beneath a pile of corpses or not; Death hiding from the Judges after Necropolis surely didn't count, for the ghoul must have pulled a fast one. "Hmm, a power failure..." That, however, sounded promising. As did the pincer movement his brother was suggesting. "I like the idea," Fear spoke up, eager. "The darknessss will aid usss immensssely, allowing usss to ssstrike while they are blind. A power failure will alssso limit the usssage of any alarmsss or sssecurity sssyssstemsss they may have in their employ." There was nothing worse than the feeling of having sprung a booby trap - aside from, well, getting contained and locked away for a lengthy duration of time.

    It was decided! "We follow the sssecond option. Whenever you are ready, brother, I ssshall follow your lead." And then the real party could begin.
    avatar
    Mortis
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 942
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Wed Mar 02, 2016 3:21 am

    Yes, a very easy kill. The ghoul would have thought it to be too easy if he had not come back regularly to check up on the lot of them. Yet, it was always the same. Like clockwork they would wheel in the drugged up, unconscious bodies of their victims in black-zipped bags from the back of a plain van and go about their ghastly work. Alas, sneaking in as one of the bodies was indeed not a route worth pursuing. "Yesss, and ssneaking into a body bag without them knowing would be tricky." He agreed.  

    Ah, well, there would be a time and place for that route... Sooner or later.

    The power failure on the other hand sounded far more pleasing to his brother's ears. "Ssss..." The superfiend nodded at his brother's eager addition, his approving hiss reflecting a similar mindset. How much he wanted get started on purging these sinners, wiping their life-riddled presences from the face of this greasy stain of a slum! Even if only temporarily, it would be an immense pleasure. Limited visibility, no booby-traps to be sprung thanks to any pesky electrical currents. If there were any fail-safes that did not require the flip of a switch on the wall, they would be far harder to locate in the dark. Not to mention, Fear's talents would benefit immensely from the shadows that would swamp the interior.

    "Agreed, I ssshall travel to the roof possst-hasste. When the lightsss go out, enter from the front. I will come in through the back ssssoon after." Mortis rasped, his tail swaying to either side behind him. Without further ado, the ghoul stealthily approached the side of the building, keeping to the shadows as he gave the gutter and electrical piping that ran up the side a quick look over before leaping into action. Talons dug into the brick-work and with supernatural speed Mortis seemed to run up the wall like a skeletal wraith. With another powerful flex that belied his decayed limbs, the sheep-skulled undead had successfully skittered his way onto the roof with nary a sound.

    Now then, there was the matter of the power box. Red pinpicks glowed in the encompassing dark as he looked around, before resting upon a very appealing sight. A metal box with a vented door upon the front sat near the back, complete with a heavy-duty steel lock upon the casing's edge, intent on discouraging any would-be saboteur or thief from breaking into it.

    Alas, the one that came to visit it this evening was not some delinquent armed with a set of cutters or a crowbar. Gnarled talons wrapped around the metallic lock and upon a single touch from Mortis' fingertips the metal fell apart like it were made of sand. Rust dusted the snowy roof, and the ghoul opened the power box to expose its innards. What he was met with was nothing short of promising. A set of fuses covered its interior, a plethora of colored wires running like many tiny, thin lifelines between fuse points. Certainly, he could pull them all, maybe rust the entire power panel to ensure there was no issue to be had with the living inside. Yet... his sockets turned to look at a very big, very important looking switch.

    "Consssider yourssself... disssconnected." He hissed to himself, grasping the handle firmly and pulling down.

    BWWOOOOOooooo....

    With that sound, the building went dark, and already there were sounds of confused sinners trying to make sense of the sudden darkness. Now the real fun could begin.
    avatar
    Universal NPC
    Non-Player Character

    Non-Player Character

    Posts : 943
    Join date : 2009-12-09
    Level : ??

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Universal NPC on Wed Mar 02, 2016 4:35 am

    Meanwhile...

    "This is a good one, look at how little fat is around the pulmonaries." Stained, white rubber gloves gently poked and prodded around the edges of of a still beating heart, pulsing rhythmically within the opened chest of a young man. A steady drip of anesthetics was connected into his arm, a hangar likely stolen from a hospital keeping it held aloft. On the other side of the coroner's table, a similar setup was in place with a set of blood bags connected to it, although the way they were positioned suggested they removed blood from the body instead of giving back what was being lost. The one who was fascinated with the man's heart looked over at another who was "operating" on the table next to him. "Dave, look at this, I haven't seen a heart that looks this healthy."

    The one called Dave glanced up from his work on a young woman, sliced cleanly from clavical to navel and pulled open for access. "If you keep gawking, you won't have a chance to cut it out of him." He commented, before returning to his task of harvesting her intestinal tract. It was the first in a long line of removals that needed to be done quickly, lest they lose more of their profit than they gained.

    "You know, there is something to be said for appreciating more than the task at hand." The one who was preoccupied with appreciating what they were harvesting instead of keeping on the task looked back to his work, carefully taking less vital organs before moving on to the important ones. As experience had taught them both, the bodies never stuck around long if they took the vitals first.

    As did the man leaning up against a row of coolers, dressed in the similarly border-line sterile attire as the rest of the group, but armed with a clipboard instead. "I'd listen to him, Steven, you know what happens if you take too long." He methodically agreed, looking up from what he was recording. "Start appreciating for too long and poof! All our software, and profits go up in a cloud of blue." He gestured with a hand, miming a cloud of code floating up towards the ceiling.

    Steven sighed and nodded his head to either side. "I know, but sometimes I think it'd be nice to... keep some, you know?" He uttered, successfully removing the man's stomach and setting it carefully on a tray next to him to be prepped for sale.

    Dave immediately looked up from his work, a disgusted expression squinting what could be seen above his protective 'surgical mask', a mouth cover made for filtering asbestos that was likely picked up from a hardware store. "Why the fuck would anyone do that-?" He barely vocalized his thoughts before the room suddenly went pitch black.

    BWWOOOOOooooo....

    "Shit..."

    ----

    Outside, two heavier built men, the lifters of their group were having a smoke. They were strong looking, but hardly as large as they could have been if they had decided to spend time at a gym instead of sculpting themselves from hard work alone. Their attire was just as unprofessional as the men inside, one was noticeably the rougher looking of the two, while the other looked a little more clean, perhaps even handsome if it weren't for their ugly work. The haul was good this evening, the two of them brought in a number of nice 'specimens' as Steven called them, one of them was even an alien. Although Keith, who tended to be the brains of the group, wasn't so certain that an exotic donor would bring in a nice profit in regards to selling to someone who would pay an arm and a leg for a decent transplant... Of course, Steven once again had piped up and said they could pass it off as 'exotic cooking ingredients.' Needless to say neither of them were very fond of the kid. Too strange for their tastes.

    There was a sound of the building powering down, and the both of them immediately looked towards the open back door as the inside of the building went black.

    "I guess this means our smoke break is over. I'll go see what's going on." Said the clean- faced muscle. The cigarette he had been enjoying was spat onto the ground and stomped out under his shoe. He adjusted the heavy jacket on his person and strode inside, his companion giving a simple, gruff "'Kay." A puff of steam sighing from him as he found the light switch didn't do anything no matter the amount of flicks.

    "What happened?" He asked, blinking and squinting as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the dark. A gloved hand rested itself on the wall to steady himself as he made his way along the wall to find a desk. There had to be a flashlight around here somewhere... "Anybody have a light? I can't see."

    "Power outage, probably." reported Dave, who was already carefully making his way over to a desk to find something to illuminate his work with. "We don't need power to work, thankfully. We can work with flashlights instead."

    "Sure is creepy when its dark in here though..." Commented Steven, who opted to stay next to his table instead of trying to stumble around in the dark.




    Surgeons:
    Dave HP 350/350
    Steven HP 350/350
    ----
    Leader:
    Keith HP 350/350
    ----
    Muscle:
    Kevin HP 350/350
    Danny HP 350/350

    Status Effect: Blinded
    All attacks made must use two coins, both must hit to land an attack
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Wed Mar 02, 2016 5:48 pm

    Fear had to hand it to his brother - when Mortis put his skull to it, snout and all, his strategies could be quite lethal.

    No sooner had the power gone out and everything descended into darkness, the radiant pinpricks of life gleaming within the fiend's otherworldly vision now danced. Like skittering cockroaches suddenly thrust beneath a light, all of them. He could smell their panic, their unease, their fear... He could practically hear the blood pounding through their heads as it raced in their veins. Talons flexed and relaxed, the weathered bones in Fear's knuckles audibly cracking. How tempting it was, then, to uncoil like a wound spring and lunge into the fray, slicing their vulnerable necks wide open like pigs for the slaughter. Ah, but patience, patience... It was still five against two, and neither of the ghouls wished for unaccounted inconveniences. Now that the hornet's nest had been riled...

    Like a thief in the night, the helmeted fiend slipped out from his cover and moved swiftly. Whatever cameras or surveillance systems that lined the building were undoubtedly without power, but the fiend never liked taking his chances so arrogantly. The long stint in Limbo had taught him that much. An eerie sheen glimmered around his host like an aura, crippling any technology thinking to be an annoyance with an obscene amount of static.

    Sometimes, being a disembodied spirit had its unique advantages.

    His sprint across the boulevard was soundless, without substance or weight. Should anyone bother to glance in that exact moment of time, they would see little aside from a hazy black silhouette zipping over cracked asphalt and litter. Surely a trick of the mind and nothing more.

    The ghoul reached the front door with no incident and pressed his emaciated back against a wall. I am in posssition, he hissed, voice carrying into the void. A cursory scan pointed deeper into their objective revealed new information. The hossstile sssinnersss have clumped together, and remain unaware of our presssence. So far, so good. Anything could change at a moment's notice, however. Cautious, Fear studied his outside surroundings and kept on his leathery toes. It would be a shame if a curious bystander or nosy ne'er-do-well stumbled upon their operation midway. Then he'd have to kill them, and wouldn't that be a treat? On your mark, rasped the ghoul.

    Shall you do the honours, brother?
    avatar
    Mortis
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 942
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Wed Mar 02, 2016 9:15 pm

    Now if only this world had been a little less vexing, he may have been able to apply something similar to a far wider scale...

    From his place atop the roof, Mortis watched and listened, the sinners within the building grouping together in an attempt to find a source of light, and the commotion had drawn in one of their two muscle-bound movers. The sheep-skulled undead would deal with him soon enough, it would be simple to bring him in with the others to be sentenced. Around the front, his brother took his position, any possible surveillance measures were taken out on the way to his waiting place against a wall.

    Good, Mortis responded mentally, creeping closer to the edge of the roof and peering over the edge. The one known as Kevin leaned against the brick wall, a trail of tobacco smoke curling from the cigarette in his hand. Yesss, I ssshall go in firsst through the back, once the door iss closssed, come in and join me. He rasped, watching the muscle and keeping an eye on the movement inside. So far the group was still preoccupied with finding a flashlight and complaining about how creepy the building was when it got dark.

    It was prime time to strike, Fear would not need to wait long for him.

    Wasting not a moment more, Mortis leaped down from the roof of the building and landed with a dull thud of leathery soles upon asphalt. An overpowering stink of decay would find itself stifling Kevin's senses, nausea choking the breath in his throat and making his eyes tear up until they could hardly make sense of the towering figure in front of them. "Greetingssss!" Mortis rasped eagerly, yellowed talons grasping the man by the front of his jacket. He did not allow the man to say a word in response or leave room for retaliation as he hoisted him up with one hand as if he were nothing more than a small child, red pinpricks flaring within the ghoul's eye sockets as he looked over towards the back door that was left ajar.

    "Why not join your friendsss?" He sneered, stalking towards the doorway and stepping into it. Though they were blinded by the dark, Mortis could see both them and their sinful natures clearly as day. All they would be able to see of him were two glowing pinpricks of red cutting through the darkness. "They sssound like they need a hand!"

    Effortlessly he wound Kevin back, and tossed him towards the group like a living projectile to bowl over the other four. Come, brother! It isss time we wipe their sssinful exissstencesss from thisss world! He eagerly rasped across the void, his tail whipping back to slam the back door shut with a earsplitting CRACK!

    "Greetingsss, ssinnersss! I have come to purge you!"




    DP:65/65
    HP:650/650
    AP:120/115

    ---

    Throwing Kevin: 1c/1d to each person he collides with, 5AP
    In order:
    Dave, Steven, Keith, Danny


    Last edited by Mortis on Wed Mar 02, 2016 9:19 pm; edited 2 times in total
    avatar
    System
    Portal Master

    Portal Master

    Posts : 8182
    Join date : 2009-05-04
    Location : Mother Computer
    Level : ??

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Health Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Stamina Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Wed Mar 02, 2016 9:15 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 18

    --------------------------------

    #3 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #4 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 42

    --------------------------------

    #5 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #6 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 28

    --------------------------------

    #7 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #8 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 5
    avatar
    Universal NPC
    Non-Player Character

    Non-Player Character

    Posts : 943
    Join date : 2009-12-09
    Level : ??

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Universal NPC on Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:17 pm

    "Nothing in this room is creepier than you." Dave muttered regarding Steven's comment about the dark. That guy always thought of the weirdest shit, and it was always the kind that no one wanted to talk about or hear.

    "Personally I agree with Dave. You need to cut the psychopath shit." Keith commented, his hands managing to find the desk. The sound of shuffling papers echoed around the room as he tried to feel out something that reminded him of a flashlight. He managed to blindly grasp at a few pens and a stapler, the latter he picked up and started seeking out a switch on it. Although with a squeeze and hearing the metallic clicking noise it made, he dropped it. "Damn. Steven, make yourself useful and go up front, there should be a light there." He stated, pointing through the pitch blackness of the room to where the front desk was.

    ...Or, where he remembered it was.

    "Fine, fine." Steven sighed, "I'm not a psychopath either." His denial given, the man shuffled uncertainly towards a wall, a metallic clatter suddenly echoing in the room and making the rest of the group jump. In his clumsiness, Steven had banged his knee into the dolly that held his scalpels and sent them clattering to the floor. "Shit, why can't we just wait for the power to come back on?" He hissed, clutching his leg around the knee. on top of the sting from knocking it into the dolly, a warm, wet feeling was starting to seep through the fabric of his pant-leg. A chill raced up his spine and he felt around the area, thankfully he did not feel anything metal sticking out of his leg, so that ruled out a scalpel slipping and slicing him open.

    Although if that was  the case, now there was likely a kidney laying on the floor somewhere. Immediately he ceased trying to shuffle towards the wall in favor of not slipping on a loose organ.

    "I think I got this." Danny spoke up, fishing out a disposable lighter from his pocket. There was a flicking sound and a small flicker of sparks as he lit it, before a small flame popped up from it waved about in the dark. "You all stay there, I'll look for a flashlight." Although the moment he managed to get a small light on the situation...

    "Any of you smell something... dead?" Steven sniffed, looking towards the wavering flame of Danny's lighter.

    None of them managed to get a word in on the matter, for something appeared in the doorway, with Kevin hoisted up in one hand. Red pinpricks glared at them all, and the group found themselves frozen in place, even as their ally was thrown in like a sack of bricks. Dave was knocked over, hardly able to yell as the air was knocked from his lungs.

    "Holy shit!"

    "Kevin!"

    Completely taken by surprise, and hardly able to navigate around in the darkened morgue, things only grew worse as the last sliver of light that came from outside was snuffed out with a deafening thunder of the door being slammed shut.

    "Greetingsss, ssinnersss! I have come to purge you!"

    F-fuck this!" Steven yelped, the thought of slipping on an organ the furthest thing from his mind as he scrambled to try and run for the front of the building. Danny on the other hand was not so easily intimidated, as he stepped forward towards the glowing red light that towered above him.

    "Purge this!" He snarled, wheeling back a meaty fist to slam into whatever had just thrown his friend. As for Keith, he was too shocked to move, attempting to sputter out something along the lines of an order but finding himself short of breath. Much like Dave, who was pinned under Kevin and still trying to catch his breath.




    Surgeons:
    Dave HP 350/332
    ACTION: Catching his breath, inned under Kevin


    Steven HP 350/350
    ACTION: Running towards the front!

    ----
    Leader:
    Keith HP 350/350
    ACTION:Too shocked to move

    ----
    Muscle:
    Kevin HP 350/350
    ACTION: attempting to recover from being thrown


    Danny HP 350/350
    Action: Punch!: 2c/1d per swing, both coins must HIT for the attack to land
    Target: Mortis


    Status Effect: Blinded
    All attacks made must use two coins, both must hit to land an attack
    avatar
    System
    Portal Master

    Portal Master

    Posts : 8182
    Join date : 2009-05-04
    Location : Mother Computer
    Level : ??

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Health Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Stamina Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:17 pm

    The member 'Universal NPC' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #2 'Attack/Heal (26-30)' : 8, 3
    avatar
    Fear
    Exabyte

    Exabyte

    Posts : 1262
    Join date : 2013-09-04
    Location : The comfort of a grave
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Fri Mar 04, 2016 8:12 am

    "Greetingsss, ssinnersss! I have come to purge you!"

    That's his cue.

    The frightened stink permeating the room was intoxicating, almost euphoric, as Fear slipped in through the front door to join his brother's mayhem. Five little piggies all nicely gathered in a crowd, each one squealing in the dark without a prayer or hope. Out of instinct and not thinking, the helmeted fiend reached for a padlock to prevent the sinners from escaping. ...Except his hands found no such heinous device, nor did Fear manage to locate a sturdy chain or toothy mantrap around his waist. "Ah, damn it..." he sighed. How typical of him to forget that everything was back at Kev's, currently tucked away in the basement closet. Well... suppose the ghoul will have to make do with his hands; it was too early for a sudden round of gunshots. Not his favourite choice, but when life gives you lemons...

    "F-fuck this!"

    You slash open a sinner's jugular and make an absolute mess.

    Poor Steven... Poor, poor Steven... If only he knew about the second infiltrator lurking about in the impenetrable darkness near the front door. Fear sensed Steven's racing thoughts, his pounding heartbeat, the sheer horror in the man's soul, and could no longer restrain himself. The crime was life, the sentence was death! Sharpened talons lunged out with lethal accuracy as the towering superfiend descended upon his hapless prey.

    "Greetingsss!" he hissed loudly, the ghostly lights of his unwavering eyes flaring brilliantly. "I have come to purge you!" Ahh, how good it felt to say these old lines again... Far better than what Steven was feeling, anyhow. Within moments his supple, warm neck was prisoner of the ghoul's monstrous grip, skeletal fingers interlocked around the mortal's trachea like a steel vice. Oh how simple it would be to snuff out Steven's paltry flame with a squeeze... To crush the delicate bones in his neck and grind them into powder. To hear the life - the last breath - coerced from the sinner's collapsed windpipe. An easy kill, but Fear had other ideas - other messy, violent, bloody ideas. What was a good session without a little sadism? "Organlegging isss a dessspicable crime." His tone was sickeningly-sweet, almost mocking. "Methinksss," Fear rasped, "you need to ressspect itemsss that do not belong to you. Have you ever wondered what it isss like to be one of your victimsss?" A seemingly out-of-place question, but was it truly?

    One of the fiend's pointed fingernails trailed down the length of Steven's chest slowly - lovingly - before coming to rest just below his diaphragm. What came next was nothing short of horrific.

    Fear pressed his talon into the sinner's abdomen and twisted, his rotted hand breaking through flesh, gristle, and muscle with alarming ease. Every tear... every jarring wrench... every slice of membrane and tissue... Steven was privileged to feel all of it, for his tormentor desired nothing more than for these last moment's on earth to be as excruciating as possible. The sound of their intimacy alone was sickening, wet and slick, and blood cascaded from the open wound like a crimson waterfall. There was a nauseating squelch as the fiend removed his hand from inside Steven's ruptured midriff, gangrenous fingers stained a glistening red. Something meaty rested limply within Fear's drenched palm...

    It was none other than one of the sinner's kidneys, the organ a healthy colour and size.

    "Tell me, sssinner..." Fear rasped teasingly, looking Steven in his teary eyes. "How much do you think I can get for thissss?"



    Fear

    HP: 650/650
    DP: 65/65
    AP: 116/120 (-4AP)

    Power: --
    Weapon: --
    Trinket: --
    Target: Steven

    Action: 'Surgically removing' one of Steven's kidneys, too cheap to use anesthesia!
    avatar
    System
    Portal Master

    Portal Master

    Posts : 8182
    Join date : 2009-05-04
    Location : Mother Computer
    Level : ??

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Health Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Stamina Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Fri Mar 04, 2016 8:12 am

    The member 'Fear' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 45, 26, 58

    --------------------------------

    #2 'Coin Flip' :
    avatar
    Mortis
    Petabyte

    Petabyte

    Posts : 942
    Join date : 2014-03-22
    Location : Deadworld
    Level : 60

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    65/65  (65/65)
    Health Bar:
    650/650  (650/650)
    Stamina Bar:
    120/120  (120/120)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:02 am

    Fortunately, where Fear was lacking in his judicial equipment, Mortis still had lethality to spare. Right on cue his brother had joined him, already plucking a sinner from the bunch to grant a satisfying, just death... Or at least, satisfying to them. Mortis on the other hand, nearly found himself like a kid in a candy shop, four sinners within reach that he could grasp and do as he pleased, four lovely, tantalizing choices.

    Who, oh who would he choose first...

    Could it be Keith, up against a wall with his heart pounding in his chest and eyes bugging from their sockets? Or maybe He would finish what he started with Kevin, and take Dave along for the ride? Decisions, decisions, decisions... Though there was one that stood out to him, like small flame in the dark, literally.

    "Purge this!"

    Danny, dear Danny stepped up to him so eagerly, with such vigor, such--

    WHIFF!

    ...Blunder.

    How could he turn away this muscle-bound fool? "Sssss!" Mortis hardly had to move to evade the man's blind swings, as both met nothing but the stale, putrid air that surrounded them both. Through the dark pinpricks of red steadily glared down at the man who only stood to the bottom of his ribs. Mortis could hear his heart thudding in his chest, the frightened thoughts racing through his mind as he frantically tried to make sense of what was going on through a haze of adrenaline. A month, a week, a day, it was far too long since he had enjoyed a good hunt and took the time to savor it.

    Massive, clawed hands snatched out and latched themselves upon Danny's shoulders, talons slicing through the fabric of his shirt and sinking into his flesh. "Glady ssssinner, gladly!" Mortis eagerly gravelled, stepping forward to loom over the doomed man further. "Rot in peace!" The ghoul's voice reflected a smile that would have stretched from ear to ear. Could Danny hear the madness that glinted in his eyes, the murderous glee and the knowledge that he was doomed to die?

    Not that he would be paying much attention, for the moment the superfiend's talons touched him, the man would start to feel weak, as if his very body was deteriorating in front of him. Limbs atrophied, necrosis sunk its rancid fangs into his body, and flesh sloughed from bone as if it were made of wet, heavy paper.




    DP:65/65
    HP:650/650
    AP:120/107

    ---

    Touch of Mortis (decay!):

    --Mortis' hands are grotesquely decayed, with long yellowed claws curling from their tips. The flesh had greened and started to split apart long ago, tight upon the musculature and tendons beneath.

    Along with being gristly to behold, Judge Mortis' claws are quite fearsome, decaying anything they touch, whether it be flesh, metal or any other perishable item or structure.

    Specifics: 3d/1c

    AP Cost currently: 4AP per use

    Target: Danny
    avatar
    System
    Portal Master

    Portal Master

    Posts : 8182
    Join date : 2009-05-04
    Location : Mother Computer
    Level : ??

    Character Sheet
    Defense Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Health Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)
    Stamina Bar:
    100000/100000  (100000/100000)

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:02 am

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


    --------------------------------

    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 57, 58, 10, 47, 19, 38

    Sponsored content

    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Sponsored content


      Current date/time is Fri Nov 24, 2017 2:07 am