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    The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Mon Sep 12, 2016 12:25 pm

    Date: Sept. 12, 0007
    Time: 8:22 a.m.

    After talking with KARR and Knock Out the night before in the Sanctuary and finally apologizing for what she had done to the Trans Am in the past and had gotten his forgiveness for it Nyreena knew that she had a lot work ahead of her to repay her debts to the people that she had wronged in the past in a few certain events that she should have never have been a part of. Though she could not ask for forgiveness from Death and Alexander, he more than most for the deal she had to make with Daemeon, she knew that she could still ask for it from Kev, Fear, and Mortis and do whatever she could to earn their forgiveness. Starting today. After getting the directions to where Mortis's residence was in the wilderness from KARR she quickly made plans to make her way out there and get things going first thing that morning.

    After getting up and feeding Damascus, the long haired black and brown cat she had adopted the month before, she had changed into a two-toned long-sleeved green blouse, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of knee-high brown hiking boots knowing that her dress and heels wouldn't be the appropriate thing to go out into the woods in. Brushing out her long hair and setting it in a long braid to keep it out of the way she left out the tiara-like accessory and kept herself looking as serious as she possibly could. Of of anything she wanted to be as serious as possible so that things could come across mature and civil and respectable. Once she was sure that Damascus was content to be on his own for a few hours she phased out of the wall of her apartment and soared into the air, the map she had made the night before in a pocket of her jeans in case she had gotten lost on the way there.

    A while later when she had made it over the wilderness Nyreena made her descent and landed on a dirt road looking around to see where she was. Fishing out the map from her pocket she looked around again to try to get a sense of where she was and once she found the spot on the map that matched her location she followed the map until she found the gravel road that lead to Mortis's residence. Tucking the map back into her pocket she made her way on the gravel road, breathing out a sigh of air to calm herself and look as serious as she possibly could. The time had come.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:52 am

    Up ahead Nyreena would find the house as KARR had indicated. Rustic looking and simple, the exterior looked more like a small hunting cabin that belonged in the woods, compared to the taller, colonial-esque farm houses. Behind it was a structure that was far more befitting the open country and rolling hills of lush, fertile grass. A red barn stood proudly, the area between the two buildings connected by a gravel path that lead down to the driveway. Though as the sun drew itself higher and higher into the sky, perhaps this unannounced visitor would notice something else about this particular patch of property.

    All the homes that neighbored it looked as if they had not been maintained for years. Weeds grew long and thick in their yards to point of threatening to swallow the structures, and the fields ran rampant with thick brush that had established itself firmly for a number of years.

    Alas, it probably did not mean anything, people came and people left this dimension like clockwork...

    That same amount of lifelessness however stretched to the quaint little house in its own way. Though the outside was well kept, there was little else that suggested any activity or any real owner. No movement could been seen in the windows, not a soul was sitting in the chair on the porch, enjoying a fresh hot cuppa. The garden out in the back was allowed to soak the sun uninterrupted by any hands that sought to busy themselves by pulling fledgling weeds or plucking the ripe fruits of their summer growth. Further out, in the three acres of tended, grazed meadow however, something moved.

    Perhaps it was the lush grasses, nearly glowing from the nourishing rain that passed by the day before. A breeze tussled it playfully, and brushed the expanse into a mimicry of a verdant sea, waving and swooping as if commanded by a tide. But, as the wind shifted, Nyreena's nose would be met with a rancid stink. It was the unmistakable perfume of decaying flesh, potent and biting to even the most unrefined senses. The breeze blew again, and should the ghost woman decide to follow her nose, she would quickly find the source. Further out in the field was the shape of a massive animal, laying and bloated upon its side. No life could be discerned from it, and the reek likely would be enough to conclude that it was either deathly ill, or it was already a carcass that had been sitting for a long, long while.

    Then it stirred.

    Slowly it picked its head up, as if rousing from a nap by some unknown disturbance. All possible assumptions of its living or dead state ended here, for rot could be clearly by seen upon its muscled neck. Black skin had been eaten away, green flesh flexing visibly beneath as it looked around, a single ear able to be seen pivoting atop the animal's head while the other, reduced to a jagged stump, merely wiggled uselessly. At once, the ear that looked more intact swiveled into Nyreena's direction, and the animal seemed to pause. There was a low huff and it turned its head in her direction, an equine profile distinguishable as it looked at her. A chilling, permanent grin stretched itself unnaturally upon its lips, and in that instant, where its empty, dead eye sockets met with her eyes... The air quickly felt as if it had thickened, tension heavy in the air along with a rising sense of dread the longer it sat there silently and stared.

    Admittedly, the horse's senses had not picked up on the familiar drumming of a heartbeat, nor the crackling vitality that encompassed many of the farm's unannounced visitors. In a way, this being was like her master, but she knew far better. This was a face she had not seen before, a face that was coming up their road, with the clear intent to come to their farm the further she walked up the gravel path. If her master had been expecting anyone, she would have known of it.

    Her lip twitched, and the mare rose to her feet. The already massive living carcass turned gargantuan as she stood,  the ghost's own stature just barely taller than the creature's chest. Her imposing size only grew moreso as the horse turned to face her fully and started trotting in her direction, her head high, ears pricked and alert. Trotting turned to a canter, and then to a full on gallop. Rancid flesh heaved and shuddered as the animal charged, her fixed sneer becoming all the more menacing as a challenge roared from her throat, the ground shook beneath her hooves as the distance between them was devoured with terrifying haste.

    She was powerful, a hurricane of righteous fury bound in rotting muscle and greasy bone. She was the loyal, ruthless watcher of this little slice of land, the head mare. She was Samhain. And she hated uninvited guests.




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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:29 pm

    As she continued to walk along the gravel road Nyreena managed to see the house as it came into view and by the looks of it it seemed to be perfect for where it was located. The simplistic and rustic feel that it had to it was comforting and it being one-story really made it seem like a perfect place to find peace, quiet, and tranquility. And the barn out back really added to that rustic touch. Though noticing how the other homes were uninhabited and how high the weeds were growing made her a bit uneasy to say the least. However not seeing Mortis anywhere outside it made her confidence fall just a bit and wonder if he was even home. She was really wanting to catch him first thing that morning just like she said she would and keep her word. However she did get the thought that he might be inside and not out just yet. So she kept walking up towards the house hoping to catch the former Judge inside.

    But once the smell of the rancid stink caught her nose Nyreena stopped and looked around, wondering if that was Mortis that was coming out from behind somewhere and she could meet up with him the rest of the way. Then seeing something move out in the field she took a few steps closer in the direction of the smell then she saw what had made the movement. At first by what she could see of it before it had moved it looked like it was something that had died and was decomposing in the sun as it continued to climb higher in the sky but when it did she stopped and continued to watch it when it truly stirred. Watching the horse as it picked its head up the ghost was rather really surprised at the state of decay it had she figured that it was Mortis's work to make this happen.

    When the one ear the horse had swiveled in her direction then its head locking eyes with hers Nyreena didn't know what to make of it but she could definitely feel the air thicken quite a bit and the tension had definitely risen a bit, the dread quickly following after. Then watching as the horse got to its feet Nyreena could feel her eyes growing huge at how huge the horse was. It was definitely the largest horse she had ever seen in her existence and none could ever compare. As the horse started to trot towards her then canter then go into a full on gallop towards her at an incredibly and jolting fast pace that was quickly closing the distance between them Nyreena quickly got the thought that she needed to scramble to get out of the way before she got trampled and turned into a pile of ectoplasm. Figuring that she only had a few seconds at best her instincts kicked in and she turned intangible while her arms went up into an instinctive defensive position, waiting for the horse to slide through her.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:27 pm

    THUDDA THUDDA THUDDA THUDDA THUDDA--!

    The ground trembled, icy breath puffed from the horse's dead nostrils, and within an instant that distant rumble of hooves upon earth turned to a hammering thunder. Samhain's ears pinned against her neck as she grew within a few feet of this odd intruder, and though her eye sockets were vacant and dark, sheer malice seemed to radiate from them. She was going to stamp Nyreena into the earth, she was going to listen to her bones break and snap beneath her mighty hooves!

    She had never met a ghost before.

    As Nyreena's arms came up defensively, the massive undead steed lunged forward, her lips nearly folding themselves inside out to let her already permanently exposed teeth bite and rip. Yet, as they clapped together, the sound reminiscent of two thick wooden planks slapping against each other, Samhain's efforts were met with nothing but air as she bulldozed straight through her intended victim. No sound of a body crumpling against her much larger body could be heard nor could the impact be felt. With a confused trumpet she skidded to a halt behind Nyreena, nearly sitting her bony rump on the gravel drive and rearing as she turned and scrambled to face this ethereal adversary, a thick cloud of dust rolling up in her wake. Another loud huff and she turned her eternally grinning face to the ghost, who had not a single scratch upon her.

    How? Nothing had ever survived her, the gatekeeper of this ten acres of property, much less by simply standing there.

    She shook her neck, the long wisps of what remained of a pitch black mane whipping with the motion. Her tail flicked, the sparse bristles snapping and cracking with agitation. Heavy, massive hooves thudded against the ground, her ears flicked back and head low as she weaved it in a snaking manner. She must have missed, she decided. She had to have missed. Samhain approached again, looming over the ghost as she decided to try once more, her head rearing back as a large front hoof lashed out at the figure, before she turned her flank towards the woman and kicked out with her powerful back hooves. Yet, all the same, they phased through her. This particular intruder acted like a bank of thick fog, allowing her attacks to phase through and onto the other side.

    After a few futile attempts at kicking, Samhain turned, her ears still pinned to her neck and her tail whipping from side to side irritably. As if to see if this being would somehow stop being incorporeal, the undead steed circled her, lunging her head forward to try and sink her teeth into the ghost's body. Though it was more out of frustration than any true tactic.

    ----
    Meanwhile, a few miles away...

    Heavy hooves plodded along the road, every so often a few low, puffing sighs accompanying the hollow rhythm. While Samhain had been left to look after the house, Angemort had been chosen to go on an early morning errand. Mrs. Biggs, the closest thing he had to a neighbor despite living a good six miles away, had been looking to give an old, but hardly used set of pack gear to a nice home. The superfiend nearly jumped out of his decrepit leathers at the opportunity, since admittedly the one had used on their fishing trip up near the edge of the tundra was a little sparse in carrying capacity. Where Mr. and Mrs. Biggs had decided camping was better with their truck than a horse, the undead preferred his two undead steeds to any fussy, mechanical transport.

    Samhain and Angemort never overheated, popped tires, snapped axles, blew seals, rusted, or even needed fuel! Plus, they could respond to his commands, came when called, and even could do a few tricks. What car ever did that?

    Over Angemort's back was the result of their barter, a heavy duty, large capacity set of travel gear to place on the big sturdy undead mare when he needed to travel. In return, the ghoul had given the lady some fresh vegetables, including a few of the sugar pumpkins that had grown ready for picking a little earlier than their vine-siblings, and some credits to cover the rest of the price she had offered for the gear. Up in front, sitting on the edge of the saddle, was Woolie, who had been woken prematurely from her sleep as Mortis had fumbled with one of the cutlery while cleaning it off and dropped it noisily on the kitchen floor. As the little black ewe refused to go to sleep, especially after it was made evident that her Ma was going somewhere, Mortis could not help but take her with him.

    He certainly was not leaving her alone with Samhain during the trip. His favored steed may be clever and swift, but by no means was she sheep-watching material. She was best suited for watching the house, and ensuring no one decided to trespass or break in on this fine Monday morning. Thus it came as a surprise when he heard her frustration and distress over the mental link.

    Master, there is an intruder at the house!

    An intruder? Have you dealt with them? He mentally replied, the mare was a ferocious undead beast, he was confident that she could handle just about anything. Her sister seemed to pick up on it too, as her head which had been hanging low and relaxed through the trip to and from the cattle ranch, picked up a little, an ear tilting in Mortis' direction but otherwise remaining silent.

    I tried, but they're still standing here! Came a still very frustrated reply. I kicked, I bit, I jumped on them, but the intruder is still standing here! Come home and help me kill it, please master!

    "What?" He whispered aloud. Angemort nickered softly, toying with the bit in her mouth. Her face was far more skeletal looking than Samhain's decidedly more put together appearance. Having been just as closely tied to the mare with the rictus grin as Mortis was, she understandably wanted to go home and help her sister.

    An enemy that Samhain could not kill... For a moment the ghoul was thankful that the mare had not come across Arro, but at the same time he could not rightly know off the top of his head just who could have not only survived the mare's attack, but still was evidently irritating her. Across the link, Samhain was growing all the more impatient at Mortis' silence, and to make matters worse, it was beginning to influence Angemort. The more decayed looking draft horse flicked the skeletal remains of her tail like a whip and snorted as she looked back at Mortis with empty eye sockets. We will be home sssoon, Ssamhain. Keep an eye on them and tell me if they do anything. He finally replied, before willing Angemort to a gallop.

    Woolie bleated in surprise, but otherwise kept her footing. It was not the first time she was on Angemort's back while she was in a rush. The fluffy black ewe tucked herself close to the mare's back, her Ma's arm reaching to loop around her belly and keep her secure on the trip home. Although Angemort was not as swift as Samhain, the mare could easily put on some distance when she wanted to. The scenic route whipped by them in a blur as the horse raced with purpose, knocking their return time from possibly a half hour to a handful of minutes.

    ---

    To Samhain, minutes were equatable to hours as she kept watch over this mysterious intruder. Like clockwork she circled the woman, stopped and stared at her, and then circled her again in the opposite direction. Every few moments she quickly snapped her head forward and bit at a random part of her torso, as if trying to catch the blue-skinned woman off her guard. Though as long as she stayed incorporeal, her efforts were, once again, for naught. So, she vented her frustration by keeping a close eye on the intruder's status.

    Obnoxiously close. A status report every damned second, close.

    She moved!
    Yesss? Where did ssshe move?
    Her mane moved! She is still standing here, please come back faster.
    ...I ssee. Keep up the good work, Sssamhain. We're coming asss fassst asss we can.

    Though the constant, trivial updates were beginning to grate on his nerves, he could not exactly scold the mare for doing what he asked. Every shift, every little twitch or glance was quickly, dependably reported back to the undead superfiend. The ghost literally could not sneeze without Mortis knowing it, whether he wanted to or not. So, it was more of a relief than usual to be home when he brought Angemort up the driveway. The moment Samhain heard her sister's hooves coming up the path, she turned in their direction and gave a shrill, whinny. The sound carried on the wind like a scream, haunting and sending chills up the spine of anyone who could hear it. Angemort naturally greeted her in turn, her ears pricking forward at her reunited sister, and then pinning back just as quickly as she saw the intruder that was next to her.

    "The Ghossst-girl?" Mortis leaned forward slightly in the saddle as he muttered, admittedly surprised to see Nyreena; the ghost-wench, madame tramp-stamp of all people on his property. He straightened in his seat, commanding Angemort to approach with a mental nudge. Any and all perceivable sense of surprise or disbelief fell from his person as he addressed her. "Ssss... What are you doing on my farm, Nyreena? How did you find thisss place?" He sternly interrogated.

    The only one he had told about his address was Korra, back in July. However, she could not be suspected of telling her where he resided, not when the avatar had expressly told him she would be making a pilgrimage to the wilderness for the sake of seeking inner peace. His brother would not have told her where his home was, and Kev likely would not have told her either. However, he could not help but think he was possibly missing someone who did know where he was, though their name kept escaping him...
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Wed Sep 21, 2016 8:38 pm

    Sensing Samhain going through her and flinching as the horse's teeth bit together Nyreena was really, really thankful at that point that she went intangible just in the nick of time. Staying intangible and looking behind her when Samhain trumpeted in confusion and almost fell into a sitting position by how fast it skidded to a stop it made the ghostly woman wonder if this creature had ever seen a ghost before before it hit her that she was the only ghost (besides Spenst but he was a ghost-type alien so that didn't count). Continuing to watch as Samhain tried a snaking movement before lashing out with a front hoof then turning to give a mighty and massive kick with its back hooves, only to be met with the same result as before. Giving another few kicks before giving up and circling around her while trying to bite her again Nyreena poured a lot of her energy into keeping herself intangible at all cost until Mortis appeared and called his horse off of its attack.

    And the metaphor of time could be agreeably said for Nyreena because waiting for Mortis to appear was starting to get absolutely agonizing. Just where in the Zone was he? Certainly he could have heard all of that commotion going on and came out to investigate. Then finally hearing something coming up the driveway Nyreena looked and saw Mortis riding another horse with Woolie riding with him. Feeling so relieved that he was finally showing up she winced when Samhain gave a very loud shrill whinny and returned to full visibility when Mortis spoke. As he addressed her and approached at the same time Nyreena assumed a calm and neutral position while holding her hands in front of her and when he was finished she calmly answered, "I came because we have some business to take care off that should have been taken care of long ago. And KARR was the one who gave me the directions last night when we were talking about what happened between us and I asked for his forgiveness for what happened. To which he forgave me of. That's the reason why I'm here. To seek your forgiveness for my foolish acts for getting involved in something that I had no business being a part of."
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Sat Sep 24, 2016 1:21 am

    Samhain glanced between her still mounted master and the ghostly woman standing on the path next to her. He knew this intruder? There was a puff from her mummified nostrils as the woman turned tangible again; while she had been unable to make a single mark upon her delicate form, she would have to take comfort that Nyreena at the very least looked exhausted from the ordeal.

    Though that did not stop her from snapping her tail right into the girl's back, the wispy hairs cracking like a whip.

    Angemort walked up at her rider's command, stopping a few feet away from the ghostly visitor. She would find that the undead steed was just as large as the undead mare that had attacked her earlier, though there was a good reason both of these beasts were so massive. With Mortis' elevated stature, both of them looked proportionate to his height as the average human would on a horse that was smaller than them. Anything smaller would simply be uncomfortable and awkward to ride, given the average riding horse was dwarfed to resemble a pony when placed next to him.

    Mortis never saw himself as an undead who traveled on ponies by any means. Letting his feet drag on on the ground wherever he went was undignified.

    Regardless, the undead had observed her thoughts as he had come up the driveway. 'Where was he?' 'What was taking so long?' Ah yes, and the stressful anticipation that tended to come with a cornered interloper that feared for their unlife. Though as the ghostly woman brought up her arms and retained an oddly stoic disposition while speaking, Mortis remained quiet for the moment as he allowed himself to humor her. Woolie's fluffy form cupped close in one arm, he leaned back in the saddle, stroking the ewe between the ears as he mulled over his visitor's statements. Business, eh? Evidently there was something that the girl wanted to get off her chest, but for some reason it tended to be very... vague.

    She certainly was not vague about ratting on who had told her where he was. He should have figured that two-toned tin can would have blabbed sooner or later. Unshakable ally his rotten, maggot eaten bum.

    "Busssinesss by nature isss a very direct, concissse act, Nyreena." Mortis replied, his jaws clicking with every utterance. "If you wisssh to actually get to it, you mussst be precissse, but already know about that, don't you?" Dealing alleyways with demons and corrupting crystals took an essence of knowing what one wanted after all. Even if what they got was different than what they had been expecting. The black sheep was given a final scratch between the ears, her golden eyes turning to content slits before the undead adjusted his grip and maneuvered to dismount from Angemort's back.

    Rotten, leathery soles slipped to the ground with a soft crunch of gravel grinding beneath his toes. Soon after, Woolie was set to the ground and left to scamper off into the meadow for her morning breakfast. The grass was especially lush this time of the day, when the morning dew was thick upon their verdant blades. He turned to his overgrown steed soon after, pulling the purchased gear from her back and effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder. Underneath it, her riding tack was still secured to her back; black leather shined in the morning sun, the trademark of an owner who took pride in his equipment.

    "If we had busssinesss, I would have known beforehand you were coming and told Missster and Missuss Biggsss to expect me later in the afternoon. You would not have gotten Sssamhain excited, asss ssshe would have been waiting in the barn where I would have placed her." He rasped easily, sparing a glance from the ghostly woman to look over at the aforementioned undead animal.

    "Good horssse." He quickly praised. It was always essential to let her know that she did a good job when he got back. Though Samhain tended to think eradicating every living thing that came near the house was a good thing regardless of what Mortis thought. But, it was the direction of her interests that was key, the ghoul tended to believe.

    His empty sockets rested themselves upon the ghostly woman, his form towering over the apparition. "You did not come on busssinesss, you came on impulssse." He concluded, adjusting his grip on the pack gear as he turned his gaze to the barn and walked over to its red wooden doors. In the same motion he mentally called Angemort over to him, the towering mare plodding past Nyreena with her head bobbing in a relaxed manner. Inside, Mortis put his new gear away, before getting started on relieving the mare of her riding tack. Metal clinked and leather creaked as he dutifully undid the straps and removed the equipment while Angemort stood patiently.

    In his experience, those that claimed to come by on business but held no real plan or concise means of explaining their intent either did so because they were impulsive and disorganized themselves, or they were urged by someone else to do or say something that was not their own idea and so floundered in one way or another in their attempt to appease this outside force. Now, the ghoul was not privvy to whatever discussion went down between the machine and Nyreena, but he had a definite suspicion that the idea to apologize did not come from her. Never in his three years of staying on this insipid rock did he ever know the ghost woman to come all the way out to the middle of nowhere for the sake of a clumsily delivered apology. Especially to someone like him.

    "Ssso, who told you to come out here and ssseek forgivenesss?" He idly rasped, removing the saddle and putting it away on the nearby gear rack. "Come off of it, girl. We both know thisss wasss not your idea."
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Wed Sep 28, 2016 8:25 pm

    Indeed Nyreena was looking a bit exhausted from what had just happened and was trying her best to regain her strength so that she could get through this without any problems arising during it. However the snap to her back from Samhain's tail to her back really didn't help matters much and the moment she felt it on her back the ghostly woman lightly seethed in the pain that came with it but refrained from glaring at the horse remembering that she had be civil and serious. While she watched Angemort and Mortis approach and stop a few feet away Nyreena could definitely see that the other horse was just as tall as the other one was and just as massive. Knowing how tall Mortis was it was easy to understand that he would need a massive horse to ride one because a regular-sized horse just wouldn't be able to handle him or his weight. Noticing him lean back in the saddle and stroking Woolie between her ears as she said that she had business with him that needed to be addressed he returned that business by nature was a very direct and concise act and if she wished to actually get to it she had to be precise then had to jab about her already knowing that.

    Knowing what he meant by that it made Nyreena feel a twinge of guilt once more about everything that happened and looked off to the side a bit, trying to make it go away so that she could focus on the task at hand. Seeing that Mortis was getting off his other horse, setting Woolie down afterwards so that she could go off to the meadow, he said that if they had business he would have known beforehand that she was coming and told the couple he had just seen to expect him later on that afternoon, that she wouldn't have gotten Samhain excited since she would've been put in the barn before she had arrive. Hearing the praise he had given to his horse for doing her job she waited for that to be over before responding, "I'm sorry that I didn't reach out to you sooner so that you could prepare things and avoid what had happened but I had no idea how to reach you and I promised KARR that I would come out here today and I intended to keep my promise to show him that I'm serious about this."

    Seeing his form tower over her and say that she didn't come on business but on impulse she had to agree that he was right then began walking to the barn to put his acquisition away she watched Angemort dutifully follow and wondering if she should follow along she decided to just in case keeping a good distance from Angemort and stayed by the barn door, since she wasn't invited in, and listening as he asked who told her to come out here and seek forgiveness, adding that they both knew that this wasn't her idea she let out a silent breath of air to help calm her she answered, "You're right, I did come by impulse and I shouldn't have done that. I should have found out a way to contact you and set something up so that you would have expected me and I wouldn't have surprised your horse as I did. I promise to not make that mistake when I plan to go to see Kev and Fear and talk with them. As for your question.....," taking a moment to pause to think of a proper answer she continued, "It really wasn't either KARR or Knock Out that told me to do it but it was more of an encouragement from the both of them to do this so that I can reconcile with the beings that I've wronged in the past and finally put this mess behind me and start anew and be a better person than what I was in the past." She figured that he was looking for a more specific answer but that was the best that she could come up with.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Sat Oct 08, 2016 12:56 am

    Civil and serious... Quite a thing to have to remind oneself to be. Especially considering she was the one who came out here to find Mortis. Steadily, the ghoul's already wafer thin faith in Nyreena's intent for visiting was wearing all the more thinner. As he had dismounted his horse, things only seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. Certainly, she could have asked her employer Kev about it, or even Fear since he worked at the music shop on occasion. But that was not what piqued the ghoul's interest.

    "...I promised KARR that I would come out here today and I intended to keep my promise to show him that I'm serious about this."

    She had rushed out with only directions to his farm, for the sake of proving something to the AI. Hm, that and her prior thoughts were two very troubling pieces of information. Now, the ghoul may not know the finer details of social finesse, given his centuries of working in the field of mass extermination for the greater good of the law... But something told him that is not how one gives an apology, a sincere one at that. Regardless, Mortis remained quiet as the ghost-woman followed him to the barn and stood outside of it. He may as well hear Nyreena talk herself into her own grave in full before he said the obvious.

    It would not do to speak before her statement was given in full.

    Outside, Samhain stood on the gravel path, her tail swishing as she looked between this ghostly visitor and the barn. Partly waiting for her sister to finish being removed of her gear, and partly hoping that the spectral lady was not as welcome a visitor as her Master had said. Especially given the tidbits that she could overhear across their mental link. She came all the way out here, intended to see his brother and Kev after, in the interest of wishing to prove that she was serious about wanting to apologize, to KARR. Not only that, but she had to be encouraged by both him and the mech to apologize for something that evidently had pained her to think about. A mess that needed to be put behind her, as she said. Needless to say, the lawful part of his person was beginning to grow very displeased.

    "Ssss..." Clawed fingers deftly unbuckled the straps of Angemort's tack, freeing her head from the head straps and bit before undoing the breast plate and saddle straps. "There are many partsss of your ssstory that I find interesssting, Nyreena." He slid the saddle and the saddle bags off the towering undead animal's back, the mare now completely freed of her working gear. "From what I hear, you only came out here to prove that you are ssseriousss about thisss apology to thisss AI. An apology you needed to be encouraged to make, and yet fail to be conissse ass to what exactly you are apologizing for." Mortis mentally gave the mare the go ahead to leave the barn and return with her sister, and Angemort turned and plodded out to rejoin with Samhain. The saddle and gear were placed aside on a rack for the moment, before Mortis turned to shamble out of the barn himself.

    Outside, the two mares eagerly regrouped and began grooming each other. Or at least, mimicked the act. With there being no flesh over either of their sides, their teeth scraped over exposed bone and rotting remnants of muscular tissue. A hollow clattering sound echoed from the both of them, reminiscent of a stick being dragged over a wooden fence. Though every so often Samhain would look up from grooming her sister to watch her Master and the ghost woman.

    Mortis stepped out of the barn, his rotted figure crackling and popping as he turned to loom over Nyreena. Beneath his hat, the retired Dark Judge tilted his skeletal head, scrutinizing the blue ghostly lady. "There isss more than a mere matter of contact that needsss to be resssolved before you ssspeak with my brother, if thisss iss what I presssume you will be telling him and his boyfriend." He rasped pointedly, claws flexing at his side before pushing away the edges of his overcoat to rest on the edges of his utility belt. "I detect little to no true sssincerity from you, ghossst-girl. But your thoughtssss... Your thoughtsss sssuggessst plenty of ssself-pity. From where doesss it ssstem, I wonder? Given your ssstatementsss, I can only conssider that it arissess from being told to come out here, or ssimply being confronted with passst ssinsss you would have rather forgotten, and hoped everyone elssse had forgotten them in turn." If the AI had been involved, likely there was a mound of compiled and organized evidence that had been brought up against her. That is, if she was indeed here to apologize for what had occurred two years ago. But there was no anger or spite in the ghoul's voice as he gave his statement.

    Only disappointment.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:28 am

    Continuing to watch from the door of the barn Nyreena patiently waited for Mortis to respond to what she had told him for his question. Hearing him speak at last what he had to say really made it hard for her to keep her cool about things and not wanting any confrontation. Stepping aside to let the other horse head outside once she was free she watched as Mortis exited as well and faced her, staring up at his looming form as he spoke again and that made it even harder to keep her anger from showing. How could he seriously say that when she was doing this straight from the heart and wanting to get this cleared up so that they could put this in the past where it belonged and move on?

    Then a thought hit her, a memory from long ago that she had to take into account about all of this. She remembered that her father told her that when trying to talk to people about resolving an issue they may have a different viewpoint on things and sometimes you have to see things through their point in order to understand their side of things. And though she hated to admit it she thought this might be the only thing to move on from this point in the conversation. Taking a moment to let out a calming sigh she returned with a firm yet sincere tone in her voice, "Well, from what you have said and thinking about it as you spoke I think that this should be more of me admitting my wrongdoing instead of making this about an apology from me to you. I fell into the dealings going on with Jak that I should have never done, thinking that I was in love when I was being blinded by it and not realizing what I was doing through it. I was a complete and utter idiot which led to my death and I deserved it 100 percent. No excuse, no reason to make it seem that I'm trying to get something out of it. It was my punishment and I had to take it one way or another. It's done, it's over, I'm back and I'm trying to make things right with the people that I hurt or disrespected or both then move on and learn to not make the same mistakes again while rebuilding trust with my friends or start to build trust with any acquaintance that I have with someone. Simple as that."
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Fri Oct 14, 2016 12:45 am

    Oh dear, oh merry my, for someone so remorseful about grievances past, Nyreena sure seemed interested in starting them anew. Anger, a barely concealed urge to confront and loose her temper. From the depths of the ghouls' empty eye sockets, he observed her thoughts and contemplated. It was almost as if the girl had forgotten she was on his farm, which by all means of ownership through purchases and written name, made it his property. If she wanted to throw down, she was free to try, but...

    There were two very large, very strong members of Mortis' small family that would be violently displeased, and a homeowner who was not afraid to put her back in this dimension's excuse of an afterlife should she misbehave. For all intensive purposes, out here in this wilderness he was the law.

    But all the same, what was he to expect from someone who thought that forgiveness was something to be entitled instead of earned? Evidently two years of wallowing in self pity was not enough to grasp such a concept. Especially since she had to tell herself to look at things through his eyes to understand what she did wrong, despite the ghoul hinting it rather loudly to the ghost woman moments earlier. Not only that, but she evidently hated the thought of having to swallow her pride to go about any of this properly! He had hurt his brother and Kev numerous times, the former wounded from his all too often prolonged absences and Mortis' own botched psychic surgery that he had performed upon himself, inadvertently killed Veskur, and attempted to make amends with the two Anitra all for it to amount to nothing as they literally disappeared off the face of the gamma. His guilt and remorse drove him to consider ending it, essentially a 'suicide by cop' by means of deliberately riling the ISO's wrath. To be face to face with a person who possibly -no, absolutely- did worse than he had done over the course of the prior year, who waited two years to make amends, and now came to him with so much indignation... Perhaps two years earlier, when Mortis had just arrived, he would have been bristling and his trigger finger itchy to blow a number of baseball-sized holes into the ghastly lass' form... But now, his experiences upon this dismal rock wore down his notoriously deadly temper to a defeated simmer. Mortis merely sighed.

    "My retirement hasss not robbed me of any power, Nyreena, I can ssstill hear your thoughtsss. Your inner monolouge isss not very asssuring." He hissed, stepping back towards the wall of the barn and leaning against it, peeling paint crunching under his skeletal frame. A reminder and a warning all in one as he watched the ghost woman from beneath the shade of his dark hat. Bony arms crossed over his chest, and his tail flicked idly beneath the cover of his coat, occasionally rasping against the aging wood.

    Her statement did not lessen his spoken feelings on matter. Something about this whole ordeal felt off.

    "Well, from what you have said and thinking about it as you spoke I think that this should be more of me admitting my wrongdoing instead of making this about an apology from me to you..."

    "Ssss, admitting what you did wrong isss part of a proper apology." He pointed out, already finding this exercise to be wearing on his patience. Another low hiss escaped him, and the light scraping of his skeletal tail turned to a rhythmic, annoyed thudding. "You have been back for two yearsss, Nyreena. This world'sss purgatory only holdss you for a week. I find it disssconcerting that now isss the time you would think to learn anything from your misstakess. One would think that it would be ssenssible to ssspend the time prior to coming out here conssidering your actionsss, reflecting, and learning insstead of trying to forget they ever happened." Came his tired reply, the undead superfiend's jaws clacking hollowly together with every utterance. After all, what other excuse was there as to why she waited so long? Oh, wait, there was one more.

    "I would not ssupposse that the change in my brother'sss vocation and my own played into thisss little meeting, yesss? And what of Kev, wasss he unworthy of an apology two yearss ago due to association?" The ghoul pushed himself away from the barn with a rigid creak, unfolding his arms to rest upon his belt again as he walked around the ghostly woman. "Now that I consssider it, methinksss you agreed to thisss 'encouragement' out of an interessst to not look like a villain among your peersss-- from the bottom of your heart, of coursse." he hissed, a single, dark void of an eye socket peering down at her from the undead's towering height as he slowly paced. "It makesss perfect ssensse, even. For why would anyone want to ssswallow their pride and admit to illicitnesss, to hurting sssomeone who asssociates with killerssss. You would not have needed to argue your point either; what is the life of one boy, what are a few sshady dealingsss in an alleyway with corrupting cryssstalss intent on damning an entire city, what is the impediment of jussstice to a couple of killersss who exterminated an entire world of life, and the one fool who thought to work with them asss they attempted to eradicate another? It isss akin to weighing a feather againssst a lump of granite, to the uneducated."

    To the masses, they were just psychos then. Loud mouthed, preachy, delusional murderers with a badge from another dimension. Mortis did not forget this, after all, the sinners of both this world, of Mega City One, and Deadworld prior to its purge all sounded alike. Each clamoring to keep a feverish grasp upon their ever slipping mortal coil, each tossing aside the weight of their own vices in face of their eternal, selfless work. As if the blood of billions- no, trillions- upon the just hands of himself and his brothers was enough of an excuse to wipe away their crimes and claim an amount of saving innocence for themselves. The saying "Compared to you, I look like a saint!" came to mind for a brief moment.

    Now, he supposed with the ever crawling time of peace and quiet, she no longer had anyone to compare against. No worse crimes to hide her own shame behind. It certainly would explain the ever bubbling anger that arose in her mind, the outrage that a retired murderer would not accept her supposedly heartfelt plea for forgiveness, and ever present reminders to keep calm and collected. "I sssupposse we are fortunate then, that one usss wass granted the gift of a lawful education." He rasped, pausing in his slow, deliberate steps. Gravel crunched beneath his heel as he turned to face the apparition. "For picking your motivesss apart, iss asss ssimple asss that." He rasped, though his sober tone began to curl as he said that, a sickening smile present in his voice that mirrored the eternal morbid grin that stretched from ear-bone to ear-bone.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Thu Oct 20, 2016 3:18 pm

    Hearing Mortis remind her that he could still hear her thoughts and that her monologue wasn't very assuring Nyreena had to mentally slap herself for forgetting that. Knowing to keep this in mind from now on she listened as Mortis continued, leaning against the wall of the barn and hearing the peeling paint crunch beneath him reminding her of another of his power that she had to be mindful of, saying that admitting that what she did wrong was part of a proper apology. Going one he pointed out that she had been back two years, the Pool of Souls only held her for a week, and that he found it disconcerting that she was now seeking to learn from her mistakes. Adding that one would think it sensible to spend some time prior to coming all the way out here to consider her actions, to reflect on them, and learn from them instead of just trying to forget them. And he was right about everything. She just jumped the gun and came out without making a detailed plan, getting with Mortis to meet him on a specific date and time to do this, and think about what she had to say to him. This was a lesson that she definitely had to learn for next time, better yet when she would go to meet Kev and Fear for round two.

    When Mortis asked his question about the he and his brother retiring prior to this had anything to do with this meeting Nyreena got a surprised look on her face by that and feverishly shaking her head she replied, "No, not at all! I honestly had no idea that you had stepped away from that for the longest time until someone explained to me that you did. And Kev was worthy of an apology and still is. For what I did to put him through that he deserves every single apology in the world and more." Watching Mortis push away from the wall, settle his hands on his belt once more, and walk around her saying that now he considered it he figured that she agreed to the 'encouragement' of an interest to not make herself look like a villain in the eyes of her peers. Now that got her very confused. That kind of a thought never even occurred to her when she had decided to do this but....was he right about that as well? Did she do that just to save face and not look like she had done so many wrongs to the people that didn't deserve it? Continuing to listen she heard Mortis explain that it all made perfect sense, that why would anyone want to swallow their pride and admit to their wrongdoing, to hurt someone by associating with killers. Adding on that she didn't even need to argue her point; what was the life of one boy, a few dealing in an alleyway that led to corrupting crystals meant to corrupt a city, the point of impediment of justice to a couple of killers who took out an entire world of life and the one fool who thought of working with them to do the same to another? Saying that it was akin to weighing a feather against a lump of granite to the uneducated the ghostly woman truly had nothing to her defense and seeing that everything he said was right she said, shoulders falling and an ashamed look crossing her face as she did, "You're right. You're right about everything. For two years I wallowed in my own self-pity, only thinking of myself and my pain and suffering instead of doing the right thing and trying to make things right with the people that I hurt that still existed. I took those two years and just tried to forget that everything happened instead of working to regain everyone's trust and show that my death was the perfect punishment that I deserved for associating with Jak. I just wasted time and nothing meaningful with it.

    Just as that anger was there it was gone, completely replaced with the feeling the shame and utter failing that Nyreena didn't do what she needed to do all that time ago. She had let go of her reminder to keep the peace and let herself feel that she didn't do enough to get things done and take care of things the first time around. Listening to Mortis as he said that they were fortunate that one of them was granted the gift of a lawful education and that it was easy for him to pick apart her motives she nodded in agreement then said, "Then can I ask you what I need to do to make things right? What must I do to properly go about this so that I can show that I am deeply and truly sorry for what I've done in the past and be able to leave this alone and let this go?"
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Fri Nov 04, 2016 3:34 pm

    As the saying went, too little too late. The undead had already read enough from the ghost's thoughts to know her intentions were not as sincere as they seemed. Although Nyreena's attempts to be remorseful and apologetic were feverish and starting to sound near desperate, the ghost-girl seemed to approach it as one would upon attempting a dare made by her peers.

    How sincere could she appear to be towards the ones she had hurt, how convincing an argument could she make towards a crime she lacked empathy towards?

    Mortis loomed over her still, an impassionate judge, jury, and soon; executioner. Regardless, the undead humored her desperate pleading despite his waning patience. He already had enough evidence from the past few minutes to kick her off of his farm, yet here she was... Standing on his driveway, doing her best to try and convince the undead superfiend that she meant to right her wrongs. Even so, her own admittance to her shortcomings did nothing to appease the towering ghoulish creature. Yellowed talons curled and rotted joints popped and crackled in the crisp air. Beyond him, both of his undead horses paused in their mutual grooming to stare at the two undeads, drawn by a growing sense of agitation, nay- disgust.

    She wanted to forget... She thought and cared only about her own suffering for two whole long years. And now she was only just starting to consider the impact of her actions upon those she had hurt, and expected -to some extent- forgiveness.

    ...And people had said Mortis and Fear were madmen.

    "Sssss..." So she wanted to know how to make things right, she wanted to know how she could move on. Another low, agitated hiss emanated from him like steam from a leaky pipe. "The time for forgivenesss hasss long sssince passsed. In your desssire to forget and think ssselfissshly, the woundsss your actionsss have left already healed into an ugly ssscar. There isss nothing you can sssay or do that will absssolve you in my eyesss, not when your actionsss have long sssince ssspoken for you." Came Mortis' decree, thoughtfully weighed and decided from the ghost-girl's actions, thoughts, and statements.

    Like a specter of death that he was, one of Mortis' spindly arms raised with a chorus of sharps pops and snaps, and pointed towards the road. Though the minutes seemed to crawl by like hours, the sun still had yet to clear away the mist that settled itself upon the gravel."Leave my home, and leave my brother be. Do not return." Mortis hissed, his sibilant tone laced with impending malice should Nyreena think to stay and argue.

    If not from him, then from the two undead mares who stared long at her disembodied spirit. A stare that pierced despite their eye sockets being empty and blind, like an abyss stared deep into one's soul and deemed them unworthy. It was a stare shared by their master, who remained towering over Nyreena, a single talon stabbing towards the misty road as he stared.

    His judgement had been given.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Mon Nov 14, 2016 7:56 pm

    Hearing the hiss come from Mortis Nyreena quickly started to feel nervous and worried about what he was going to say and listening to what he said she felt disheartened and continued to agree with what he had said. Watching him move his arm and point towards the road through the chorus of the snap and pops he ordered her off of his property, to leave his brother be, and to not return. Letting out a breath of air through her nose and bowing her head she said in a low voice, "As you wish, Mortis. I shall never disturb you at your home ever again." Turning away she lifted into the air and took off of to the road, turning upwards and soaring up into the air and back to the city.

    As she neared the limits her head swam with what had happened and with all Mortis said that was true. She had let things go on for too long and had wallowed in her own self-pity to let it go on for that long. Passing the limits she pushed on until she reached the Inn, phasing through the window of her room and softly touching down afterwards. Hearing her return Damascus quickly bounded from the bedroom to greet her, stopping right in front of her and sitting down. Softly smiling and picking him up she said to him, "Hey boy. Things....things didn't turn out the way I hoped but I was told what I needed to hear and was taught how my long-denied actions had caused all of this mess and how they can't be corrected. I guess I just have to go on from here and starting doing things the right way the first time and as soon as possible so that what happened in the past won't happen again." She had learned a great lesson that day and one she would not soon forget.
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    Re: The First of A Long Overdue Apology

    Post by Mortis on Wed Nov 16, 2016 9:47 am

    And so it ended, not with a shout or a fight, but merely a low whisper of resignation. The undead superfiend had nothing to say as she turned and took to the air, not a farewell or response to her statement. His arm, which had remained pointed at the road while he watched her leave, returned to his side with a few stiff pops. Not a single regretful ponderance entered his mind either. After all, why should he have to bow and suddenly weaken his stance upon her actions, when she had done nothing to try and right her wrongs for two long years? He had to apologize for his transgressions, he had to prove his improvement to his brother and Kev, and he had to carry the weight of it all while he tried to rebuild. There was no wallowing for years in self-pity, there was no trying to forget and hoping that everyone else would be apathetic enough to not give a damn and pretend to have forgotten.

    If he had to work to rebuild what he had destroyed and to make good on not repeating past sins, he expected the same amount of responsibility from anyone, and everyone else. Otherwise, he had no interest in associating with such weak-willed personalities.

    He turned, gravel crunching beneath his feet as he came to look at the two mares, which had been watching her leave as well. Their collective eye sockets rested upon him, ears -and the stubs of ears- pricked forward in his direction. Further back, Woolie glanced up from her breakfast of lush, green grass, looking and feeling very much of an outsider of an unheard conversation. "Come, my girlsss." he hissed, approaching the two towering steeds and giving them a pat on the neck. "You needn't linger on that any longer, messs bellesss jumentsss de diomède, messs fillesssss redoutablesss." He leaned over and gave each of them a peck on the nose as he cooed to the monstrous undead beasts. Both Samhain and Angemort seemed placated by this, as they nuzzled him in return and mentally bounced their reassurances back and forth across a thrice shared mental link. Afterwards, they followed him to the meadow to join the lamb. Despite how the conversation went, the rest of the morning and all of its natural beauty managed to remain unspoiled and ready to enjoy.

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