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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Mar 05, 2016 6:17 am

    Steven had managed to stumble and scramble his way out of the group, straying from the doomed flock. He could swear the front door was around here somewhere, up ahead he could see rays of blue shining in the dark. It had to be from the building across the street, his frantic mind hoped. Yet as he lurched forward and started to sprint, the man started to realize...

    Those windows looked an awful lot like a smile.

    "Greetingsss! I have come to purge you!"

    Pain stabbed into his shoulders as a second freak lunged from the shadows, the distant glow suddenly burning in his face as the pale blue light flared. The man's terror was fully illuminated, his face contorted into a frightened silent scream. Wide eyes stared headlong into the figure's slanted ocular slits, all color washed out from them in its intensity. All that the creature would find was his own glowing grin reflected in their wet surfaces. Monstrous claws found his neck while he struggled to find his breath, fear having stolen his voice to scream.

    W-what it was like to be one of the victims...? Steven stuttered, fighting to find the words, the protests to what this demon was asking. A chill ran over his spine as he felt a long, sharp talon drag down his chest and rested in the hollow under his ribcage. Next, a soft, wet popping sound met his ears, a new kind of pain welling up in his middle and tearing its way up his throat.

    "Aaa-AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Now, the man found his voice, his screams carrying in pitch until they were a shrill, piercing through to the chaos behind him. He hardly registered that one of his organs had been removed until it was brought up to meet his gaze. Blue shone harshly on the removed organ, casting intense highlights and shadows upon it. Enough to hint what exactly had been removed. Steven's heart leaped into his throat, and his brain thudded with his racing pulse. He screamed, and he screamed, and he-- "Hurghkf!"

    Lost his lunch.

    Danny did not have much luck either with his assailant. He cursed as his fists met nothing but air, glaring back at those red, glowing eyes that seemed to mock him. How dare they! This thing came into their morgue, threw Kevin, and now... He wasn't sure what it was going to do now, but this asshole was going to pay!

    "Motherfu-" He snarled, Danny's rage interrupted by a stabbing, icy pain in his shoulders. The next thing he registered was a painful, spreading weakness through his body. It- it felt as if he were deteriorating where he stood.  The man tried to raise one of his arms to grab at his attacker, his breaths growing louder, heavier as he found the simple act of breathing a struggle. Alas, Danny's digits had been reduced to a gristly, decayed mess, sliding as they tried to find purchase on the fabric of the intruder's coat.

    His head whipped around, loudly gasping as he tried to find someone, anyone in the murky blackness that filled the morgue. "S-someone... do something! Keith!" Danny wheezed, the earlier fight in his body quickly from him in slimy, black chunks. A cough sputtered from him as he weakly tried to pull the creature's claws from his shoulders, calling out again. "Keith... Kevin...!"

    Still plastered against the row of coolers, if Keith had managed to hear his friend's cry for help, it wasn't registering in his mind. Fear had him frozen against the wall, far too preoccupied with the screaming that echoed in his ears. It sounded like Steven, and it sounded like someone else too. Someone familiar... Unbeknownst to him in his shock, Keith was screaming his lungs out too.

    The only ones not screaming or begging for help were Dave and Kevin, the former trying to push the latter's bulk off his person. "Dammit Kevin! Get off!" He hissed, squirming under the extra weight that threatened to crush his chest in. Above him, Kevin was gasping for air, his eyes tearing up though it could not be seen in the darkness. Though Dave's message was not unheard, and the man managed to roll off of the man and onto his back on the floor.

    "Huff-huff! Can't -huff!- breathe--!" He wheezed, the earlier impact having acquainted Dave's sharp, bony shoulders with his sternum. Now able to move, Dave got to his feet and felt around for Kevin in the dark, bloody rubber gloves managing to pat his heaving chest. He remembered learning something about this before dropping out of med school... damn, what was it?

    The memory suddenly flashed in his head like a lightbulb, and Dave stuttered his way into trying to help his friend recover. "Shit, listen! Y-you gotta roll onto your stomach and push your chest up! L-like a push-up!" Kevin on the other hand, did not seem to take the advice as he hoped. "Puh- wheeze- Pushups!? Whu- what?"

    "J-just fucking listen and do it!" He sputtered, adrenaline coursing through him as he struggled to be heard over all the screaming.






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    Dave HP 350/332
    ACTION: Trying to help Kevin


    Steven HP 350/324
    ACTION: Screaming, too stunned to attack!

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    Leader:
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    ACTION: Being the pinnacle of leadership by joining Steven in a screaming duet!

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    ACTION: Being more confused than helped


    Danny HP 350/225
    ACTION: Being called by the pipes from glen to glen!


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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:56 pm

    This brought back memories...

    The screams... The panicked masses... The smell of fear and bloodshed... It was all so resplendently familiar to days long since past. To the days where skies were grey and the cawing of ravens and heavy aroma of death satisfied the senses. To the days where they had reigned supreme. Everything had been so perfect, so sensible, and now...

    "Hurghkf!"

    ...And now there was a sinner's half-eaten lunch and bile all over his person. Centuries' worth of judicial calling reduced to nothing more than a shadow of its prior glory. It was almost too cruel.

    A sigh escaped Fear's throat, the fiend transitioning away from his yearning of the golden days - of when it actually meant something to be a Judge. Now he was just holding a screaming, vomit-covered sinner who was currently in the midst of open surgery; a 'C' for horror points, Fear supposed. "Mussst you really?" he asked the gurgling man, disapproving. This shirt will have to be washed thrice if the smell was to be removed. The memory was unfortunately eternal. Otherworldly eyes looked over the wheezing Steven, the helmeted fiend momentarily observing his brother in action. Mortis always did enjoy a hands-on approach, didn't he? Between the slashing and slicing and rotting, those incompetent mortals didn't have a chance in all the world. It must be dreadfully painful being reduced to organic mulch.

    Anyway, the job. Steven wasn't getting any better.

    "Eh... your comradesss are buffoonsss, you know that?" There was no harm in small talk. In fact, Fear didn't mind the company, no matter how one-sided. "They are going to try and fight my brother, and futilely ssso, only for him to decompossse their bodiesss into rancid muck. Eugh... food fit only for maggotsss, I guesss." He never much cared for those. "Right, then." Fear sniffed and walked away from the hectic scene, tuning out all the screams and frantic cries. Steven had no choice but to come along for the ride.

    How to purge this sinner, how to purge this - ah, he knew. The shambling undead stopped shy of just a few inches beneath an overhead pipe. A lanky arm gave it a series of experimental tugs. Yes, this was a sturdy one. "Okay, thisss isss the end of the line for you, love," Fear remarked.

    Was he being too terribly blasé?

    Perhaps he was being too terribly blasé...

    Well, you know how it is. You've killed one sinner, you've killed them all. The kidney in Fear's monstrous free hand soon found its way within one of Steven's; a fitting trade, given how the superfiend was currently unraveling the man's upper and lower intestines like a fleshy ball of yarn. Sickeningly-wet squelches and squeaks of abdominal gases and fluids were nothing knew, for Fear must have heard them hundreds of times - thousands of times. He worked at his own pace, seemingly unaware of the chaos unfolding not even two rooms away. It was just business as usual, you know? "Ssso, did you alwaysss want to be an organlegger?" the ghoul inquired, looking up from his task every now and then. "I can't imagine it to be a very ssstable job. I mean, it'sss certainly lucrative and all, but isss it really worth the trouble?" A pause ensued between victim and abuser, Steven's innards glistening in a thick knot beneath the ethereal glow of Fear's helm. "Guessss there'sss no sssuch thing asss a desssk job thessse daysss." Like a hangman at the gallows on a Tuesday, Fear wrapped the sturdier portion of intestine around Steven's neck and tossed the rest of it over the pipe. What was to come next, well... You surely have an imagination, don't you? "Anyway, here we go. Sssee you in ssseven daysss, yeah?

    It was a good talk, lad, but your borrowed time had expired at last. It was time, dear Steven, to embark on the one, true path - the righteous path. It was time... to die.

    The fiend wrapped his monstrous hands around the slippery organ and pulled.



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    AP: 112/120 (-4AP)

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:56 pm

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:02 pm

    Alas, not everyone could be so fortunate to have a nice clean purging. The ghoul could detect his brother's disdain at having a sinner's stomach contents expunged all over his person. Mortis gave his condolences, no self-respecting Judge, retired or otherwise, should have to deal with such a transgression upon their person.

    Speaking of transgressions to one's person... Danny was getting his person all over his trench coat. Rotted, oozing flesh smeared the dark fabric, the stink of fetid flesh seeping into it alongside the stain of corpse-fluids. Regardless of the damage done to his overcoat, Mortis's skeletal maw split open with a graveled cackle. "Fret not, ssssinner, for I am doing sssomething." He hissed, watching as the man sputtered and panicked in the dark. "Sssubmit to juss- your demissse. It ssshall not be too long now..." Some habits were hard to break, and while his badge was no longer upon his person, the mindset and judicial air were hard to shake. His claws slid up to rest upon the man's face, which was already withering away, soon the man would be nothing but a pile of mulch and bone. With Danny slowly rotting away beneath his claws, the superfiend's ethereal gaze directed itself towards the circus that was Kevin and Dave.

    "Shit, listen! Y-you gotta roll onto your stomach and push your chest up! L-like a push-up!"  
    "Puh- wheeze- Pushups!? Whu- what?"
    "J-just fucking listen and do it!"

    Oh my, it seemed someone was having trouble getting their wind back. While Dave had his own methods he was valiantly attempting to help the second mountain of muscle with, the ghoul believed the aspiring surgeon could do so much better. Mortis gave a low hiss as his attention went to Dave, psychic tendrils reaching forth to poke and prod at his panicked mind, before worming their way into it. At once the man would find that his body was no longer his, as his very hands betrayed him. A force beyond his power to control manipulated his body like it were a puppet upon strings, and reached over to grasp a nearby scalpel in the dark. To add insult to his fate, the man's tongue soon betrayed him, and began to speak as Dave was left helpless.

    "Actually... I have a better idea. Lay back and hold ssstill, Kevin. I sshall deliver you from your sssuffering."

    His arms were manipulated to raise the scalpel above Kevin's chest, and quickly began to cut some new breathing holes into his ribs.



    DP:65/65
    HP:650/650
    AP:120/89

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    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

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    Domination (psychic manipulation):

    --Mortis reaches out across the void to the mind of his opponent. Arms, legs, claws, wings, and weapons; they will find that their body is no longer theirs, but now re purposed to carry out the Dark Judge’s twisted law in all its forms.

    Specifics: 2c, those that hit determine the strength of the Domination. Cannot be used on machines or inorganic minds.

    x1 HIT: weak domination for one turn, opponent may flip a coin to break control.
    x2 HIT: Strong domination, opponent is under Mortis’ complete control for one turn.

    AP Cost: 10 AP, 5 turn cool down

    TARGET: Dave


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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:02 pm

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Mar 25, 2016 11:09 pm

    The grinning face in the dark made for quite the conversationalist, if it were not for the fact that his kidney had been ripped out and was now pulsating in his attacker's grip, perhaps Steven would have been able to appreciate it. Instead, the man screamed some more, his throat quickly growing hoarse and the man's cries faded to a wheezing cough. Bile choked up his throat, and his eyes stared wide at the creature as it continued to talk.

    Alas, his responses were limited. "Hnnngh...nngh.." Steven held onto the grinning spook's arm, digging his fingers into the fabric of his clothing and rotting flesh. Carried over to a pipe, he soon found his missing kidney returned to him, and in the overwhelming shock that took him, Steven's fingers grasped shakily at the pulpy organ and attempted to put it back into his abdomen in a futile attempt to 'fix' himself. Instead, his hand slipped, and his kidney fell to the ground with a soft smack.

    Not that it would have mattered, for now his own intestines were being pulled from his body.

    "hnnngh!...--ngghh..!" Tears filled his eyes, which looked at his attacker pleadingly. They begged him for mercy, for reprieve from the torment that sent his body awash with agony. Both of his hands came to grab at the shadow's clothing, clawing and tugging in a useless effort to fight back. The conversation droned faintly in his mind.

    Why was it still talking?

    Meanwhile, Danny found himself growing ever more weaker the longer he remained in the grip of the red-eyed monster. Though not much could be made out in the darkness, a putrid stink of rotting flesh quickly was filling the air, along with the soft sounds of something wet and decayed hitting the tiled floor. He could hardly lift his arms now, if there was any light, he would find that his muscle-bound form was now little more than a skeleton covered in the tattered remains of his flesh. "Puh--Please... H-help..." Danny's voice sounded more like a whispering sigh, and with his attacker's teasing, he soon found his vision was blotted out by something frigid. Colder than ice, it stung him, piercing flesh and bone until it chilled him through and through. He could feel himself growing weaker, tired, and ever so slowly. It was as if this creature wanted him to suffer for as long as he could.

    Elsewhere, he could detect a stink of bile, and fresh blood. As for Keith, his voice quickly grew hoarse and raspy from his screaming, but the man could not bring himself to become unstuck from the rows of coolers he had pressed himself up against. Perhaps it was the panic addling his mind, but he believed that if he just stayed still, maybe he could get out of this alive. Whatever was in here did not seem to take notice of him yet. The stench of bile, blood, and rotting flesh filled his nostrils, and as the cacophony of screams died down, he swore he could hear the final gasps of a man's breath before dying.

    He glanced towards the front, just in time to see a grinning, glowing visage, and the illuminated silhouette of Steven's body hanging limply by the neck from the ceiling. Something warm and wet began to trickle steadily down Keith's legs.

    Although Dave begged to differ, as he felt his body start to betray him, a wicked presence spreading itself through his limbs and threatening to take him over. Even as he attempted to fight back, it did not feel like enough, as a will that was not his own puppeted him, forced him to speak.

    "Actually... I have a better idea. Lay back and hold ssstill, Kevin. I sshall deliver you from your sssuffering." Dave hissed, although his mind screamed for him to do something, to warn Kevin.

    "D-dave? wh-wheeze-what the fuck are you doing?" He hissed, just in time to hear something metallic clink near him. It did not take a genius to figure out what was going on after that "F-fuck!" Kevin rolled away from his friend's slashes, knowing not where he would end up. Huffing and wheezing all the way, it had to be better than where he was now.






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    Dave HP 350/332
    ACTION: coinflip to see if he breaks Mortis' hold, if HIT he breaks free, if MISS he cuts open Kevin for 2c/1d per slash, following the Blinded status effect.

    Target: Kevin


    Steven HP 350/0
    ACTION: Dead

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    Leader:
    Keith HP 350/350
    ACTION:Standing Still

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    Muscle:
    Kevin HP 350/350
    ACTION: Deception! Disgraaaace!


    Danny HP 350/122
    ACTION: Slowly rotting away


    Status Effect: Blinded
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Wed Mar 30, 2016 10:03 pm

    Why, why, why... Always did sinners keep asking 'why'.

    "Isssn't it obviousss?" But, perhaps Steven was a little too hung up at the moment to answer. That was quite alright. Fear currently had nowhere else he'd rather be, so the superfiend decided to be generous. He politely rasped to the strangled man, level and in control, "Thisss isss the fate you chossse, sssinner. Can you honessstly expect me to ssshow mercy when you, yourssself, have dissssected countlesss victimsss for your own pocketbook and curiosssity without an ounce of remorssse? Come now, let'sss not insssult both our intellectsss..." Was that still not adequate for you, Steven? No, perhaps not. The guilty seldom wanted to accept the truth behind their demise. "Cry not," Fear continued, delighted by the gradual waning of Steven's greedy breaths - even if they were unfulfilling. "Cry not, for thisss isss the reckoning of your sssinsss. Die, Sssteven, and die with grace. You owe it to the sssoulsss you've tormented."

    Such sweet, sweet release that only death could provide... Why resist, Steven? Why resist, when living would only bring you more agony? Give in, Steven, give in... Dying is easy, dying is good. Still your breath and simply let go.

    And then... he did.

    The sound of Steven's last, pained breath reached the helmeted ghoul's ears, and Fear felt - if only for but a moment - a glimmer of elation by the sinner's fading life essence. Wasn't it great, Steven? Wasn't it beyond everything you imagined!? Rejoice, for your salvation had at last been realized! Rejoice, for you were at last freed.

    "Actually... I have a better idea. Lay back and hold ssstill, Kevin. I sshall deliver you from your sssuffering."

    "D-dave? wh-wheeze-what the fuck are you doing?"

    How fortunate that you wouldn't go alone...

    Mortis already had his rancid hands full, two sinners preoccupying his virtuous attention. It would be a shame to interfere and take one for himself, to rudely intrude and interrupt his brother's art, and yet... "Ssss..." And yet, it felt good. It felt good to purge again, to sentence the iniquitous with their bare hands! It felt good to be... whole. Oh how they yearned to embark on the righteous work...

    Just observing his brother from a distance, the mere passion of which Mortis judged the unlawful, was enough to bid Fear's previous despondency away, but he stayed his hand. He knew better. Oh yes, he did. Those were his brother's sinners to do with as he pleased, and as much as Fear wished one for himself... Otherworldly eyes took note of a particularly frightened mind, his otherworldly senses on the verge of frenzy. There was still a sinner left unaccounted for; still a sinner that he could claim as his own. Monstrous feet skulked quietly in the darkness, and soon...

    "Greetingsss, sssinner. I have come to purge you!"

    Why hello there, Keith.



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    DP: 65/65
    AP: 113/120 (+1AP)

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Thu Mar 31, 2016 9:35 pm

    Of course it was obvious to those who were as lawful as the two undead brothers. Though to the sinful, not many could see the error of their ways, or comprehend the gravity of their actions or the punishment that came with it. How fortunate that this hopeless lot had two generous gentlemen to see them straight. Through the dark Mortis watched as Danny's body withered ever so slowly, rancid flesh sloughing from bone and splattering on the floor in putrid chunks. "Hussssh, sssinner... you are being helped. I ssshall aid you in finding sssalvation." Mortis soothed, his icy talons lovingly trailing up the man's face to stroke his scalp -or more what remained of it- gently. However, every trace of his rotted fingertips brought with it a teeming decay that ate away his skin, his flesh, and in time his very bones.

    The man's suffering was his pleasure, a low hiss carrying through the dark as he languidly traced his claws over the curvature of Danny's skull. Hush now, quiet now, it would all be over soon enough... But what was the harm in drawing out his sentence? Mortals did savor life after all, no matter how painful or torturous those extra moments could be, it still would be a moment they were still alive, still conscious, still existing. The ever ridiculous means mortals used to extend their short existences, to continue their suffering and sin, both perplexed and amused the ghoul to no end.

    What point was there in drawing out a painful existence when death saved one from suffering, from sinful temptation and behavior? Why not just give in.

    Yet, Danny still stubbornly clung to his life, even as he fought to move his arms even an inch, and his bulky form withered away to a skeletal shadow of his former self. Elsewhere, He could see the affects of his puppeteering, as Dave made blind slashes at a confused and mortified Kevin.  The man rolled away, wheezing as he went, and the superfiend decided to split his merciful attentions to pluck the second hired muscle off the floor by the back of his shirt. "Kevin, how good of you to ssstep towardss your demisse. It isss not every day i find sssomeone ssso eager." He rasped, plucking the man off the ground as if he weighed nothing at all. "Come! join your friend in righteousss decay. A man ssshould die with hisss friendsss." Setting him upon his knees, Mortis' talons found their way around Kevin's throat and squeezed.

    Putrid black rot spread like a stain across the man's flesh, withering him from the inside out alongside his companion. Soon, he too would be nothing but fetid skin and bone.




    DP:65/65
    HP:650/650
    AP:120/81

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    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 (1st set), Kevin (2nd set)
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Thu Mar 31, 2016 9:39 pm

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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Mar 31, 2016 10:44 pm

    "hhhh..." He swore his vision was growing darker than it already was, the air becoming suffocating as he strained to breathe with rotted lungs. It still clung to him, even as he weakly tried to lean away from the monster's grip. Talons scratched his withered face, and Danny's vision grew cloudy as he heard the creature hush him. How could it sound so soothing, what sort of devils have come across them in the dead of night? Tears pricked at the edge of the man's vision and blurred it until he could no longer make out the pinpricks of red that stared unblinkly at him. It was enjoying this, whatever this thing was, it took some sort of sick pleasure from watching him slowly die.

    Fetid lips curled into a snarl, and the man attempted to hiss a few choice curses in frustrated protest. Alas, his throat was so rotten by this point that all he could manage was a rasping wheeze. It was the only thing he could do, as his arms refused to cooperate with him no matter how hard he wanted to fight back.

    "Kevin, how good of you to ssstep towardss your demisse. It isss not every day I find sssomeone ssso eager."

    "AAH!" Kevin yelped as sharp claws dug into his shirt, snagging his skin and ripping it open. Air stung his lungs as he finally regained his breath, and rattled his throat in a scream. "LET GO! LET ME GO YOU SICK FUCK!" He yelled, thrashing against his attacker's grip. He felt something wet and thick soak through the fabric of his pants as he was set down upon his knees and a horrid stink of rotting flesh burned his nostrils and eyes, the muscle's broad hands seeking out and grabbing at something thin and cold. It felt like an arm to him, despite the chill. While Danny was unable to see the creature through his tears, Kevin could see the pinpricks of red just fine. Cold fingers wrapped around his neck, and Danny fought the urge to cry out in pain from the icy chill that suffocated all the warmth in his body.

    "What do I do..." Keith whimpered to himself, pressing himself further against the wall of coolers. Profits were the furthest thing from his mind, and caring for the welfare of his fellow thieves felt futile. Steven was dead, Danny was dead... Everyone was dying, and he could not tell what in the hell was going on.

    He had to get out of here, he had to save himself before these... These things got to him too. He heard a hiss, his eyes darting around the room. W-where did it come from? As he searched and tried to shimmy his way across the wall, he realized that he could no longer see the silhouette of Steven's body.

    "Greetingsss, sssinner. I have come to purge you!"

    A hoarse squeak escaped his raw throat, the man's heart hammering against his ribs as he found himself face to face with a smile. Ethereal blue light illuminated his gaunt features, which were pulled into a horrified expression. Keith gasped to find his breath again, his body pressed as close as he could against the wall, the discomfort of the metal handles digging into his back registering faintly in the back of his racing thoughts. At once he found his voice, albeit desperate and shrill. "P-please, don't kill me! Y-you want the money? I'll give you whatever you want! I-it won't be a problem!" A tense laugh shook in the shallows of his throat. "O-or do you want the software? Kidneys, m-m-maybe a heart? You can have it, the good stuff! Y-you don't have to kill me!" he pleaded, all the while trying to slink away from the unblinking, grinning visage in the dark.

    Elsewhere, he heard Kevin yell again. "FUCK YOU! I'M NOT DYING TONIGHT!" He bellowed, one hand trying to rip his attacker's claws away from his throat while the other formed a meaty fist and swung out at those baleful red lights. Again and again he jabbed and hooked, intent on making it out of here alive.

    Further back, where he had been forgotten, Dave still clung to the scalpel he grabbed earlier. A hand clutched his forehead as he attempted to will away the headache left by the earlier intrusion, while he crawled towards whatever had Keith blubbering up against the coolers.





    Surgeons:
    Dave HP 350/332
    ACTION: Sneaking towards Fear


    Steven HP 350/0
    ACTION: Dead

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    Leader:
    Keith HP 350/350
    ACTION:Pleading for his life

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    Muscle:
    Kevin HP 350/350
    ACTION: Swinging at Mortis (2c/1d per attack)


    Danny HP 350/9
    ACTION: Barely there


    Status Effect: Blinded
    All attacks made must use two coins, both must hit to land an attack
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Thu Mar 31, 2016 10:44 pm

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


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (26-30)' : 14, 29, 19
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Fear on Sat Apr 02, 2016 4:44 pm

    "P-please, don't kill me! Y-you want the money? I'll give you whatever you want! I-it won't be a problem!"

    If not questions, then desperate bargains saturated with sweat and urine...

    "Whatever I want, isss that right..." Fear calmly reiterated. He toyed with the sinner's bid to preserve his own miserable crime-ridden life, cruelly feigning interest. Money, organs, software? No, no. He desired none of these things, for what good were they to the eternally deceased? All it took was a cursory psychic gleaning of Keith's frantic mind to discern a proper verdict - death. Were not leaders to be held responsible for the actions of themselves and that of their underlings? A low hiss escaped the superfiend, and he spoke, "You have killed many for the sssake of profit, sssinner. Your sssoul, like thossse in your employ, were damned the moment they embarked on a path of sssin. There isss nothing valuable about a man dessstined for He - " Wait... Fear paused in his judgement and lapsed into a pensive silence.

    There was another... Another sinner who slithered in the dark, a refined blade poised within his unjust hand. The putrid taint left behind by Mortis in the man's throbbing head was unmistakable.

    Dave.

    Epiphany struck, and the ghoul's hidden features perverted themselves into a wide, eager grin. "On sssecond thought..." Fear recanted. Sadism and genuine curiosity of the moral spirit lubricated ancient gears; did a genocidal abomination need anything else to influence his gruesome actions? "On sssecond thought," he began anew, "there isss sssomething you can do for me." Ah, the sweet nectar of false hope... Sinners will do anything to ensure another futile breath, another meaningless day.

    Gnarled fingers, ravaged by the grave and black magics, rigidly appropriated a surgeon's scalpel for... enlightened matters. "You wisssh to sssavour additional time on the clock? Here." It was then thrust upon Keith, the blade's pointed tip condemned to a higher calling - just like the man who will soon wield it and champion a relentless bidding. Fear demanded nothing less from one so wretched. "Get up," he demanded, voice ever so soothing. "Get up, Keith, and earn your right to live. Get up and kill Dave." After all, was not your life worth more than a hired hand? Such a tool, like the scalpel within your frigid clutches, was easily replaceable. But you... the leader... the brains... You deserved far, far better.

    Make the choice... or perish like a common thug.



    Fear

    HP: 650/650
    DP: 65/65
    AP: 114/120 (+1AP)

    Power: --
    Weapon: --
    Trinket: --
    Target: Keith

    Action: Presenting a rather tasty proposition...
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by Mortis on Sat Apr 02, 2016 9:49 pm

    Barely there... Danny was quickly slipping into oblivion within his very grip. "Sssss..." Yellowed talons caressed the side of the withering man's face as he slowly rotted away, his final breaths wheezing from what remained of his lungs. That's right, sinner, relax and let go. It was time that Danny's iniquitous existence ended, and he started down a new path, a righteous path.

    "FUCK YOU! I'M NOT DYING TONIGHT!"

    A pity his companion was not so willing to accept death's embrace.

    Two of the enraged man's fists connected with Mortis' skull, and the superfiend was sent reeling back with a loud, agitated hiss. "Foolisssh!" He snarled, the red pinpricks within his eyesockets flaring like embers in the pitch dark mortuary. His grip removed itself from Danny's face, his full attention now fixed upon the insolent mortal who dared to strike at his person. Though it could not be seen, Kevin would be able to hear the superfiend's skeletal tail whip from side to side beneath his overcoat, an icy chill and a sickly sensation suffocating the surrounding air. "You only compound your sssinss, come and sssurrender yourssself to the righteouss path, the path of death!" Mortis hissed.

    While Kevin could only swing blindly and hope he made his mark, the towering superfiend could see him clearly through the murky darkness. He could hear his heart thunder in his ribs, feel his pulse race. In the void he glowed like a vibrant star, pulsating, beckoning. Soon, sinner, he would silence your iniquitous heart soon...

    Rancid claws lashed out in calculated strikes. One hand whipped forward to sink their talons into Kevin's face, while the other cut under his ribs to tear open his abdominal cavity like it were merely soggy tissue.




    DP:65/43
    HP:650/650
    AP:120/73

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    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: Kevin
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    Re: Mortuary Sweet Mortuary

    Post by System on Sat Apr 02, 2016 9:49 pm

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


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 9, 2, 54, 17, 26, 36

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