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    Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 4/23/2018, 08:01

    Time: Noon
    Date: April 23, 0008

    Knock Out didn't often find himself in the residential district. This area of the city was far too domestic for his tastes! Dogs were barking happily from their yards, there was the sound of screeching children enjoying the sunshine, and there was a sign advising that people drive below 50 MPH. What a travesty! The mech eyed the speed limit sign with no small amount of distaste before he moved on down the sidewalk. He always preferred driving where the speed was a bit flexible, and that usually translated to the highways outside of the city. This district in particular had so many easy targets for speedsters like him. Only in the gravest of times was Knock Out called to this area, and this time it was his decision!

    Spying the house in question ahead, the mech navigated around a few pedestrians. Things had settled back into a delightful quiet, though it also made Knock Out all the more suspicious. Now more than ever, he needed to get information. But from who? That was the question, and he may just have his answer! He came to a stop before the house, pausing with his servoes on his hips to look it over. It'd been a while since Knock Out had last been here. The yard was well-maintained, and the atmosphere coming from the creamy shingles just screamed welcoming vibes. How did organics make these weird boxes their home? They didn't even move around on their own! Talk about useless.

    He vented lowly to himself and stepped forward. Each footstep left a resounding clank to announce his arrival, before he eventually reached the scarlet door. Good taste in colors, at least. Probably Fear's doing. Speaking of, the ghoul was sure to enjoy a little house visit from his favorite mech! Smirking to himself, Knock Out raised a fist and rapped his knuckles on the door.

    Knock knock!
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 5/21/2018, 07:34

    It wasn't everyday a visitor came to pay their respects, but when they did...

    Knock knock!

    They were sure to be loud, full of bluster, and - above all else - obnoxious. A cacophony of paws and frantic barking erupted from inside, and every dog in the household awoke with a start. "Feh... damn sssolicitorsss," Fear grumbled. Newspaper rustled loudly in the background as a certain ghoul displayed mild annoyance, his previous train of thought distracted. He gave his current page a good shake and fussed about having to yet again find where he left off. Reading with the glassy eyes of a corpse was a madman's task. Yet here Fear was, stubborn as always; just like the persistent nuisance loitering about his front door. The helmeted superfiend had half a mind to shamble over and thrust his hand through the perpetrator's heart. "What obnoxiousss racket," he hissed, disgruntled. Between receiving an unplanned visitor and the dogs having a boisterous go, Fear didn't know which was worse.

    "Biddy, Jamesss, Ossscar, Percy, Cujo, Butch, Metusss, Penny!" The ghoul barked and the dogs listened, their ears perking straight up. "Isss that how we great our guessstsss, hm? Come now, I've taught you better than that. Sssit down and let me ssee who it isss. If they're rotten, you may tear down their trousssersss and nip at their anklesss." Tails vigorously wagged at the proposition as Fear stiffly rose to his towering height and hobbled out of the living room.

    An odd name, that.  

    Odder still was the fact that no life signs were detected beyond the front door. Who was on the other side?

    Creeeeeak...!

    "Eh! We don't want what you're peddling. Go a - oh, Knock Out." Now this was a surprise. Sure enough, the Cybertronian stood on Fear's doorstep and looked mighty fine, his metal plates waxed and his crimson finish stunning. It was hard expecting anything else from such a dandy. Decrepit talons scratched at the ghoul's buttocks as Fear looked his 'guest' over, ghostly eyes flaring bright with a dying glow. "To what do I owe the pleasssure of thisss unexpected meeting?" he inquired civilly. No phone call, no written note, not even one those newfangled text messages or emails... Poor form, all throughout. Perhaps there was a reason for Knock Out's departure out of his stomping grounds, however? At the very least, Fear supposed he could entertain the showboat for a minute or two.

    Anything more than that, though, and the ghoul was likely to send Knock Out on a one-way trip to the shadow realm.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 5/26/2018, 20:09

    Behind the door barked the hounds of Baskerville! Not really, of course, but they might as well be the hellish hounds. Frowning with distaste, Knock Out crossed his arms over his chassis. Lunette and Marissa were nice as far as furry critters go. But the pack of dogs that lived here with Livewire? Eh... Far too noisy. How could Fear live in this house? And imagine the shedding...! Ugh! The frown shifted into something of a smirk at the sound of the ghoul's chiding within. Naturally, the shambling corpse was the alpha of the house and the dreaded dogs heeded his words. With those pests taken care of, the mech could hear the telltale creaking and shuffling of the man as he made his way to the door. A true zombie, though you'd never hear Knock Out say that out loud.

    "Yes, it's me. The unique and ever pleasant Knock Out~!" With a servo to his chest, the mech stepped back for an elegant bow. His helm dipped low before peering back up with a cheeky smirk. "Sorry to disappoint, but I've no trousers for your mutts to tear down. They'll have to make due with my ankles." Righting himself, the crimson mech wasn't surprised by the former Judge's rather...gross habits. It was still distasteful and he 'politely' averted his optics to focus on the taller being's metal helm. "Whaaat? Am I not allowed to merely...hop over for a visit with my favorite customer? You wound me, Fear!" How insensitive! How rude! The flamboyant tart threw in a pout for good measure, looking well and truly wounded. Only once his acting had been allowed to settle did Knock Out shift. He eyed his talons with feigned disinterest, knowing that if he let on to just how eager he was for this advice that the ghoul would be on him like an owl with a mouse. Better to play it cool.

    "Though, now that you mention it... Some tips on how to deal with a demon might be nice." Grinning sheepishly, the mech shrugged. Cool as a cucumber. "I seem to have gotten on the wrong foot with one, crazy right? And well, it's better to be safe than sorry... And who could know more about weird supernatural things than you?" What with Fear being a weird supernatural thing and all, it practically wrote itself. However, Knock Out knew more might be needed to sweeten this little deal. "If you give me something especially juicy..." Letting the word purr out of his vocalizer, the mech winked and clenched his servo into a firm fist. "I might be generous enough to give you and your little purse some sort of discount at the drive-in!" A steep price to pay, but it'd be worth it for the extra security for himself and his employees.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 6/5/2018, 16:16

    Well, considering who owned these slobbering mutts, they might as well have been ravenous hellhounds. "Hm, unique and pleassssant, isss that right?" Fear echoed. Amusement dangled on the tip of his rotted tongue. Not the adjectives he would've used, but the helmeted ghoul wasn't writing Knock Out's questionable 'fantasies'. Autofellatio just wasn't Fear's style. "And be careful what you wisssh for, mech. You might get more than you've bargained for." Point in case, Percy.

    Of all the dogs, Percy was the most amicable. Stout, rotund, and a pinch obtuse, the English bulldog was nevertheless brimming with charm and, of course, saliva.   

    Huff...~! Huff...~! Huff...~!

    He waddled down the porch steps, determination gleaming in his brown eyes, and proceeded to do what Percy did best: be utterly adorable. The wrinkly pup fumbled over Knock Out's feet and threw his weight against them, having himself a mighty fine seat. Satisfied with such an exquisite choice, Percy sprawled out as far as his roly-poly body could muster and happily looked back at his master and the others. Rivers of drool trickled down his wrinkly muzzle with every pant. "Hu hu~!" Fear couldn't help but snigger at the display, eager to witness Knock Out's reaction. "Be mindful of hisss anklesss, Percy. We wouldn't want them getting dirty, now, would we?" The English bulldog simply licked his bumpy chops and panted even harder.

    "Whaaat? Am I not allowed to merely...hop over for a visit with my favorite customer? You wound me, Fear! Though, now that you mention it... Some tips on how to deal with a demon might be nice."

    Demons, eh? Now that was especially relevant to Fear's interests. "Hm..." Sensing that this wasn't a five-minute conversation (it never was with Knock Out), the ghoul quietly shut the front door behind himself and prepared for a good afternoon chat. He stepped forward and expressed contemplation, arms folded across his emaciated chest. "I do indeed know quite a bit about the sssupernatural," Fear rasped, his otherworldly voice resonating, "but even I have limitsss to sssuch knowledge. What demon have you ssspurned, and why doesss it ssseek to hound you ssso?" Tut! Look at this large red ham, hoping to smooth-talk yours truly with promises of discounts. It took all of Fear's willpower not to openly snort at the mech's shameless bribery. "Ssso long asss you give Kev a good deal, I do not sssee the harm in 'assssissssting' you with thisss matter. Now, if you'd be ssso kind, the demon?" How that damn Knock Out managed to get on the wrong side of Hell was anyone's guess.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 6/8/2018, 18:13

    Posturing came to a stop, the mech's crimson optics narrowing at the ghoul's echoed words. "Exactly right, my good friend." The way Fear spoke, it was as if he was implying that Knock Out wasn't unique and pleasant! How rude. "Tsk." He flicked a wrist, disinterested. "What's the worst that a mutt could do?" Look at these furry creatures. He eyed one that was approaching, it was one of the wrinkly ones. Flappy jowls and overly shiny brown eyes, the dog was admittedly not much of a hellhound. With a stoic look in his optics, Knock Out watched the pup waddle over, only reacting once the dog had decided to claim him as its seat!

    "H-hey! Move it, mutt!" Eugh! He could feel the warm, fuzzy body just pressing against his plating! And even worse, it was drooling! Flecks of saliva dripped from its mouth like a fragging leaky faucet! "Disgusting...!" Grimacing, Knock Out reached out to shove the pup off...! Only the sight of his sharp talons kept him from grabbing the dog. They remained poised above the oblivious dog, who looked back at his master for approval. His helm turned to follow the canine's gaze, looking distressed. "Why is this dog so messy?!" Knock Out still needed Fear's help, and injuring his beloved dog even on accident would likely keep him from getting the advice he sorely met. This dog was a trap, that's what he was! With that goofy look in his eyes, pretending to be innocent... Just as shameless as Fear's little boyfriend. "If this dog defecates, you have to free me Fear!" The mech seemed to 'stand down', servoes retracting back to his side although he was still displeased by this weight on his pedes. Ugh. He was going to need to scrub off all this slobber.

    An outside chat, was it? Fine by Knock Out, since he was stuck by the dog. His attention shifted up towards the ghoul as he stepped closer. Seems mentioning the supernatural grabbed his attention. The mech held back a smart remark and just listened. Servoes settled upon his own hips, shifting his weight to one side as best he could. "The idiotic kind." Knock Out snarked, looking haughty. If it weren't for the drive in and his employees, Daemeon would be treated like a fly to be swatted. But with more people to get hurt and under his watchful optic, it was smarter to be more prudent. With a huff, he again waved his servoes flippantly. "Yes yes, your purse shall get a marvelous deal! Not that he can even eat that much..." What an evolutionary oversight. Oh, but he owed the ghoul some answers, yes?

    "The demon is Daemeon, and I got on his bad side simply by remembering the deeds of the old. You remember his antics during the thorns disaster? Well, when he first showed his face in the Sanctuary, I remembered who he was and made it clear that I thought he was a snake in the grass! Now he's upset with myself, and Scaramouche as well, for revealing his true nature." Trailing off, the mech suddenly looked amused. Chuckling to himself softly, he grinned back at Fear. "He actually crushed a glass in his own hand just because he got upset with me! All I did was play dumb and innocent, pretending to give him an olive branch of peace, and he blew up like a fool! For someone who's so upset his cover was blown, he's certainly made no effort to seem like an upstanding person." It'd be laughable if it weren't so pathetic.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 8/4/2018, 15:57

    "What's the worst that a mutt could do?"

    Oh, how tempting it was to have the dogs piss right then and there on the Cybertronian's leg... The amount of bitching would be nothing short of glorious! For now, though, Percy was doing just fine. "Hu hu! Calm thyssself, Knock Out," Fear urged, amused by the machine's fussing. What a prima donna. "He will not sssully your immaculate finisssh. Percy isss a good boy - a very good boy." And lo, the little bulldog practically glowed with endless adoration for his foul-smelling, helmeted master. The rest of the mangy pack simply huffed and plodded away from the door, no longer fascinated by the shiny red stranger and their master's favourtism. Oh woe, such betrayal!

    Anywho, the demon.

    The demon that Knock Out just couldn't seem to tolerate. Whoever could this lucky fellow be?

    "The demon is Daemeon, and I got on his bad side simply by remembering the deeds of the old. You remember his antics during the thorns disaster? Well, when he first showed his face in the Sanctuary, I remembered who he was and made it clear that I thought he was a snake in the grass! Now he's upset with myself, and Scaramouche as well, for revealing his true nature."

    ...Huh! For once during their conversation, the superfiend field mildly... astonished. "Now that isss a name I have not heard in a long, long time," Fear hissed. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Kev wasn't a fan of the blighter, and neither was yours truly. Still, hadn't they killed the demon way back when? "Feh." The ghoul snorted and accompanied his vocal displeasure with a lazy gesture of his hand. "Daemeon isss a buffoon," he remarked, "and I imagine the idiot will get himssself either killed or banissshed sssoon enough. He isss dumber than a sssack of hammersss." For example: Daemeon blowing a gasket once his past came resurfacing out of the murky waters like a bloated corpse. What a nimrod. Fortunately, the demon was a nimrod who played right into their hands. The ghoul lightly shrugged, "Asss sssomeone who hasss rectified Daemeon'sss nonsssenssse before, I can tell you what isss going to happen - he'll vanisssh." Bam, easy. No hocus pocus, no smoke and mirrors, no nothing. Just the Plain Jane, unadulterated truth.

    "Eh, I'd give it time," Fear shrugged again. He clearly didn't seem fazed about Daemeon one bit. Irritated, yes. Aghast, no. "I alssso reckon he'll ssstir up trouble in the usssual Daemeon fassshion, but it will be ssshort-lived; much like everything about the demon. You needn't any charmsss or wardsss for your bussssinesssss. Sssimply kick him out if he appearsss and wait. He ssshall be gone before you know it, mark my eternal wordsss." And really, who could argue with Fear's logic?
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 8/12/2018, 11:26

    Keep calm and carry on, eh? Easy for Fear to say, it wasn't his finish on the line! The mech growled, crimson optics darting from the amused ghoul to his far too cheerful pooch. "Yeah, a good boy. With good drool, and a good fuzzy butt!" His lip plates curled at the bits of drool that continued to drip from the dog's maw. At least the rest of those mutts sulked away inside of the house. Not this wrinkly pup, though. Nope, it seems he was here to stay, forever planted on Knock Out. Would he ever escape? Was he doomed to become a statue here in Fear's front porch? The obvious bond between the two made it clear that attempts to remove the dog could be...disastrous. Last thing he needed was a demon and a zombie coming after his aft!

    Begrudgingly, the mech allowed the dog to stay put, though not without a sour look and a huff. He attempted to move on to Fear's reaction instead, letting out an amused chuckle. "I know, right? A real blast from the past!" Knock Out would usually be as expressive as can be, but with a certain little passenger... he settled for crossing his arms over his chassis and attempting to lean to the side. "I'd certainly like to watch! I'd forgotten how annoying that demon was..." There were still many memories associated with the demon that were fuzzy, but the Cybertronian remembered him being a moron!

    "Asss sssomeone who hasss rectified Daemeon'sss nonsssenssse before, I can tell you what isss going to happen - he'll vanisssh."

    Oh ho? Was there a checkered past here? A metal brow rose with interest, partnered with a smirk on his facial plating. "You did? Sounds like there's a story, there." Would he indulge Knock Out's curiosity? ...Probably not. Either way, his amusement was tempered by Fear's prediction. "Vanish...?" Hm... Well, now that he was thinking about it, what did happen to the other Daemeon? One day he was there, gone the next! No fireworks, no grand scheme, just...nothingness. If it hadn't been for the newest incarnation, the Cybertronian would have forgotten the demon even existed!

    "Well, it's not the exciting sort of advice I expected, but..." With a being like Fear, he thought there'd be a grand ritual. Perhaps a burning of candles and incense, sprinkling oils across the Drive-In, or something! Like the Exorcist! Simply waiting for Daemeon to get bored like a child having a tantrum wasn't what he'd expected. And it didn't really feel like it was worth the deal. But what was the worst that scaly goober could buy with his discount? "Your logic is sound, as is your advice." Even if he didn't get to be a demon hunter, it was a relief to know that fool would probably disappear into nothingness. Knock Out would be safe, as would Scaramouche and his employees. "Here's hoping he vanishes sooner rather than later. The moron has caused quite the stir so far!"
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 9/14/2018, 10:25

    "With good drool, and a good fuzzy butt!"

    As if a good boy required anything else, dear Knock Out.

    An amused, dissonant chuckle escaped the ghoul. Story-time! And a fond one, at that. "Let usss jussst sssay that Daemeon overessstimated hisss... abilitiesss," Fear rasped. There was more to it, don't worry, his little diva. "Back in the day, Kev and I had a deal - he wasss to ssscratch my back and I wasss to scratch hisss. And while I won't tell you what I demanded, he required a gesssture of good faith. Daemeon wasss hisss price, and the demon'sss life wasss one I wasss all too happy to pay. He made the foolisssh missstake of earning Kev'sss ire one too many timesss." Now for the juicy bits, because that's what a prissy sadist like Knock Out wanted to hear.

    The helmeted superfiend rubbed his leathery hands together and appeared quite the grinning imp, "I let Kev drink of my otherworldly power and sssubsssequently rupture the demon'sss head asss if it were an overripe melon, ha ha! Blood and brain matter sssprayed everywhere. Oh, it wasss orgasssmic..." A murder story from a murderous soul. Honestly, was anyone surprised?

    In regards to the details of Daemeon's inevitable vanishing... eh, Fear was hardly fussed about the 'when' and 'how'. He simply knew it will come to pass and that was plenty good enough. "It isss not grandiossse, no..." the ghoul murmured, "but with an imbecile like Daemeon, consssider that a blessssing. He hasss causssed enough trouble assss it isss." Him and that stupid girl, Nyreena. A circus of fools! The ghoul huffed and idly scratched at his rancid buttocks. "I would not be sssurprisssed if the demon leavesss unfinissshed busssinessss - one lassst laugh. Mark my wordsss and mark them well: thisss isssn't finissshed yet - far from it."

    Consider this ill omen as a courtesy.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 9/20/2018, 15:01

    "No surprise there." From everything Knock Out had ever seen of this goon, Daemeon overestimated himself greatly! Oh, but what a story this was... The mech's metallic brow arched in interest, a light smirking pulling on his mouth. The relationship between Fear and Kev was a very odd one to him. One was a derpy little purse, the other a sadistic undead creature. How that worked in a romance was beyond him, but it seems there was a bit more to it! "Mixing business with pleasure, were you?" He lilted, unable to resist teasing the informative ghoul. Now, that happy go lucky fool had been the one to ask for Daemeon's death? A fist firmly planted itself upon a hip, expression dubious. "Ire? From that scaly little f-...fiend?" At the last second, the Cybertronian caught himself and avoided calling Kev a freak.

    Things got even juicier as Fear revealed how the fool had been taken out before! While borrowing from the ghoul's array of supernatural powers, the alien had blown Daemeon's head up as if it were a hot dog in the microwave! Knock Out cringed, but there was a fire in his crimson optics. A murderous glee, fueled onward as he envisioned what it must have looked like! Kaboom! Such great word use to describe the altercation as well. The mech let out a rich chuckle. "I assume that's when you fell in love with him?" Not a bad way for a romance to start, in his humble opinion. Vindictive murder for a being who was best left dead! What more could one ask for besides a bouquet and a box of chocolates?

    "I would not be sssurprisssed if the demon leavesss unfinissshed busssinessss - one lassst laugh. Mark my wordsss and mark them well: thisss isssn't finissshed yet - far from it."

    Hm... A contingency plan of sorts. A good plan, especially since Daemeon now knew there had been another of himself here before. The smart thing to do would be to leave a parting gift! You know, in the case that he were to vanish, be murdered for good, or otherwise just go along his merry way. Knock Out gave his chin a thoughtful stroke, savoring these words of advice as if they were a fine Energon. "Things have indeed been more...dramatic, as of late. But! It does my spark a lot of good to hear that Daemeon will not linger here forever. Even if he has a last laugh, at least it will be his last! And then we can all move on with our lives." He paused, considering the other for a moment. "If I ever stumble upon this...last laugh, I'll buy you a drink. You know, for calling it and all." Perhaps a Scottish Whiskey?
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 9/27/2018, 18:46

    "Nyeheheee~! Guilty asss charged," Fear remarked unabashedly. "And yesss, ire. Daemeon and Kev have had quite the passst together. It isss not sssomething I am at liberty to dissscussss, however." So no juicy deets for you, Knock Out! It was nothing personal.

    "I assume that's when you fell in love with him?"

    ...Hm! What to say and how much? The ghoul eventually shook his iron helm, "No, that isss not when my sssoul tethered itssself to him. We had great fun that night, but it wasss hardly romantic." And honestly not much to write home about. Fear succinctly left it at that and resumed with their main tangent. "Dramatic, hm?" He paused for a moment, re-crossing his arms while considering the mech's implications. "Kev'sss mentioned a few thingsss about the latessst happeningsss, but I ressspect hisss boundariesss enough not to pry. Care to indulge thisss old ghoul with a few crumbsss?" It went without saying that things hadn't been the... same, due to a glaring absence. It had the superfiend feeling vulnerable - at times morose - and every now and then he craved a bit of gossip to fill in the blanks throughout his sullen days.

    "Daemeon will vanisssh, ressst asssured," Fear hissed calmly. "And ooh, a drink? A fancy one~?" Even if the effects of alcohol had diminished years ago, the ghoul would be an utter fool to pass on Knock Out's generosity. Hell, the generosity was more appetizing than the drink itself! "Deal," he nodded. "You ssstumble upon Daemeon'sss lassst laugh and then ssstop by for a visssit. Knowing the demon, you will have quite the ssstory to tell." The superfiend could almost bet his eternal un-life on it.

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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 10/7/2018, 18:16

    "Guilty you say?~ How scandalous!" Knock Out shifted, pivoting his hip out as sharp talons fanned themselves against his chassis flamboyantly. "I'd wag my talon at you, but perhaps this is a good sort of guilt." It wasn't like he had much regard for laws himself anyway. "Hmm..." His metallic brows narrowed, wilting ever so slightly. "You're deliberately making it sound so juicy just to make me squirm, aren't you? Well, fine! I'd oh-so-hate to land you in the doghouse~!"

    So the murder was not what kickstarted their star-crossed romance. A shame, because that would be one heck of a story. Following Fear's lead, the mech left that conversation thread to die and merely smirked as the ghoul quickly nibbled at his bait. Hook, line, sinker. "I suppose I can indulge you. Toss you a few scrumptious bread crumbs to chew on. What're friends for?" Calling the two of them 'friends' was definitely quite generous, but Knock Out did so love to gossip! "Primus, where to start..." A slim talon tapped across his own faux-goatee in thought. When did the latest drama begin? "Well, we've got a new vigilante who's going to be keeping an eye on our little demon friend! Person by the name of Batman, dresses like an actual bat. It's all very silly, and the man wouldn't know funny if it came up and bit him on the aft! Still, he seemed to take our concerns about Daemeon seriously." He gave a little shrug, kibble bouncing lightly at the motion.

    "Daemeon hasn't done much besides be an obnoxious pill. He might as well be wearing a sign that says 'I'm not really evil! Trust me please!'. Nyreena's trying to slide her way in and pretend to be his friend to get some dirt on his plans. I don't see that going well but! It's her funeral! Or...not...funeral." The mech grunted, flicking his wrist flippantly. "And then there's been some drama at the hospital! Two new people went poking around in the Demon Lake and got themselves cursed. After acting real funny and twitchy, the two apparently became feverish! Shai dropped the ball, taking only one of them to be treated while the other was left in the Sanctuary. He eventually made his way there, in very bad shape, and Shai earned a reprimand from Dr. SALLI. For whatever reason, Shai then decided to leave her holding the bag with two incredibly sick patients! He's been guilt-ridden and upset by his mistakes, but all of this has had my poor Nightingale and our sweet Lulu in such a tizzy!" Knock Out frowned, truly sympathetic for the feelings of his friends. Fear asked for bread crumbs and came away with an entire loaf!

    "You name it, I buy it." The mech winked, playful once again at the idea of this bet! He held out a servo to the shambling corpse, long talons extended out to make this deal nice and official! "Tsk. The worst that fool could come up with is probably no worse than your sweet little hound here!" An ankle biting freak, and nothing more.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 10/16/2018, 20:05

    Tut! Knock Out was such a card... What was it with robots and their glitchy souls? A rear-scratching bumpkin like Fear would never comprehend the finer nuances between man and machine, but the superfiend did appreciate a good banter. He also enjoyed a riveting story to further occupy his infinite time, and a splashy fellow like Knock Out wasn't one to disappoint.

    "Well, we've got a new vigilante who's going to be keeping an eye on our little demon friend! Person by the name of Batman, dresses like an actual bat. It's all very silly, and the man wouldn't know funny if it came up and bit him on the aft! Still, he seemed to take our concerns about Daemeon seriously."

    "Bah, vigilantesss! They are more trouble than they are worth." Fear was clearly disapproving of such arrogant lawbreakers, thinking themselves above the judiciary system, and he would've dismissed everything Knock Out recalled had the mech not brought up a familiar name. A familiar, aggravating name. "I hope to meet thisss vigilante one day," the ghoul rasped, "ssso that I may have the honoursss of ssstringing him up by hisss ssshoelacesss and let him hang for the crowsss to - ...wait, did you sssay Batman?" Ugh, no! If ever there was a name he didn't wish to hear again, it was surely that one. With a pained - "Ssss...!" - hiss, Fear raked his yellowed talons down the sides of his iron helm and nearly pissed himself in anger. "Batman!" he howled. The world seemingly rumbled by the sheer volume of the superfiend's voice alone. "Oh do I loathe sssuch a masssked crusssader, thisss Batman!" There was history here. Question was, would Knock Out become privy to it?

    By the time Nyreena's disgusting name was thrown into the mix, Fear was frothing at the mouth, his blazing eyes peeking betwixt his gnarled fingers. "Abhorrent creature!" the ghoul spat. The irony was not lost upon him, but even he considered himself miles better than the ghost-girl and her incessant need for angst. "Becaussse of her, Kev hasss had to sssuffer! I want her dead - again." Daemeon's simpering tomfoolery was of course a given, but Nyreena's is what truly earned Fear's eternal ire. She never learned, that vapid imbecile; not even when the community at large refused to interact with her, and for bloody good reason!

    "And then there's been some drama at the hospital! Two new people went poking around in the Demon Lake and got themselves cursed. After acting real funny and twitchy, the two apparently became feverish! Shai dropped the ball, taking only one of them to be treated while the other was left in the Sanctuary. He eventually made his way there, in very bad shape, and Shai earned a reprimand from Dr. SALLI. For whatever reason, Shai then decided to leave her holding the bag with two incredibly sick patients! He's been guilt-ridden and upset by his mistakes, but all of this has had my poor Nightingale and our sweet Lulu in such a tizzy!"

    Ah, but this was new - tasty. Fear knew of the avian doctor, yes (and he wasn't impressed). But what's this about two ignorant souls pestering the demon in the lake? "Eh... that overgrown turkey cannot empathize for a pence," the ghoul openly scoffed. Shaiamils was much like Nyreena, but differed in one way: he was far more ignorant, whereas the ghost-girl proved herself selfish time and time again.

    Fools, the both of them!

    "It sssaddensss me to hear that Lunette hasss sssuffered becaussse of the doctor'sss actionsss." And this did Fear sincerely meant. The ghoul had no love for the honking tinman, but he loved his Beer Mom dearly. "I hope tragedy befallsss thossse who ssspurn the community for their own basssselessss needsss, and that they know nothing but misssery for the ressst of their worthlesssss dayssss." Harsh! But Fear was a harsh soul, and he took no pity on those who wounded his loved ones. As for the drink itself? Here, he scratched at his metal chin and toyed with the leathery wrinkles of skin dangling beneath it. "Hm, definitely a good ssscotch whissskey," Fear answered after giving it some thought. There was of course Glenvilet and Glenfiddich, and such introductory names to a novice drinker, but the undead fancied a little something... more, and knew better than to break Knock Out's purse.

    After another handful of seconds longer, he finally nodded. "Make it Talisssker - 18 year old. The 25 if you are feeling generousss, ha ha." A wee drink from the homeland would be incredibly refreshing. Percy was also a very good hound, but something told Fear that Daemeon's final trick wouldn't be quite as sweet...

    In fact, it was probably going to sting.

    A lot.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 10/21/2018, 11:14

    Ah yes, a former lawman like Fear did not fancy vigilantism! Skirting under the rules, doing whatever they wanted, no boundaries to keep them in check. Knock Out could see the use in having a vigilante running around, even if his human-centric ways left much to be desired! "My, my, Fear. Is this a peek into your bedroom life~?" He couldn't help a sly chuckle, getting in one more dig before he sent the ghoul a confused look. Er...yes? Wasn't that exactly what he'd said? 'Batman'? Or was it Manbat...? His generous host became rabid, hissing irritably and raking those dirty talons along his own helm! Damn this dog, if not for that mutt the sight of Fear's freak out would have been enough to send the mech running! As it was, he was pinned and could do nothing but cringe in on himself. The very ground seemed to rumble from the force of Fear's awful howling! Kibble quivering like a leaf, the mech brought up his arms to block himself in case the ghoul exploded out of sheer rage! His ruby optics peered over the side of his door arm. "Soooo...I assume you've met?" It wasn't too surprising that Batman somehow got himself onto the former Judge's bad side. It actually seemed to be the masked crusader's m.o., from his own experiences at least!

    Woof, and as if the Batman anger wasn't enough, there came a new log onto this pyre of rage! One bearing the name 'Nyreena'. Leave it to Knock Out to fan the flames. Anything so long as that frothing mouth wouldn't become his enemy! With a smirk, he gradually lowered his arms from their protective stance. "She's playing with fire, that's for sure! If she's not careful, she might not be the only one burned by these shenanigans." It wasn't too surprising to discover that Fear was a violently protective boyfriend. Especially when his partner was a wide-eyed goober like Kev. That fool would be more useful as a purse! "I'd offer you the services of a good ghostbuster, but I don't know any. Don't you worry, Fear, karma will surely come through in the end! And if not...you could always shuffle karma along I'm sure~."

    Interesting as it was to see Fear so fired up after so long, Knock Out was almost relieved that the news of Shai didn't cause another explosion. There was a scoff, sure, but that was benign compared to the hooting and hollering of earlier!  "He's certainly clueless for a doctor. In my experience, you always take your lickings even if you hate your superior. Running away would only make things worse!" A small frown crossed Knock Out's face at Fear's next words, nodding in agreement. Indeed, it was a shame that Lunette and Scaramouche had been so irked and stressed by what Shai had done. It simply wasn't fair! "Neither Lunette nor Scaramouche deserve to feel bad. They're amazing people and they deserve only the best in life!" And Knock Out's words were just as sincere as Fear's own!

    "Ooh, that's almost too spicy for the pepper!" Knock Out chuckled, more than a little excited by Fear's sadistic wishes. It was almost contagious, honestly! Delicious too! "Mm! I think I've missed your Edgar Allen Poe-esque wishes of death upon people! It's been far too long since last I heard you rasp like this." He obviously preferred not to be the one having death wished upon him, so this was nice. Knock Out was a good Cybertronian, very useful for the community! He gave people a place to gather and enjoy movies! Ergo, useful!

    As for the drink, it was a scotch whiskey. He winked at the ghoul like a tried and true tart. "I might have known." Thankfully, Fear's further elaboration would keep him from being gifted the cheapest scotch Knock Out could find. Lucky, lucky! "Talisker, 18 to 25 years old." He parroted with furrowed brows. He was committing these details to memory. Whether Knock Out would prove generous or not would depend on his mood! But it sounded like a fine deal to him. His hands settled upon his own hips with a rich chuckle. "Alright! A deal's a deal. I spy any last laughs, you get your little drinky poo~." Knock Out seemed to pause, considering this little exchange. "...Hm. This is a very one-sided deal, isn't it? Drat, I should have tried to grapple for something..." Hindsight was 20/20, after all!
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Fear on 11/4/2018, 15:40

    "My, my, Fear. Is this a peek into your bedroom life~?"

    Puh...

    The humour was needed, though. Sorely needed, one could even say. "Hmph... I have more decorum in thessse old, worthlesssss bonesss than you give me credit for," Fear grumbled. Bitter? Just a pinch, but it was hardly directed at the Cybertronian and his insolent ways. No, this eternal ire was better suited to the meddling likes of Batman and his confounded gadgetry. Though the ghoul played hard to get, he nevertheless tossed Knock Out a bone to sink his polished teeth into. "In a manner of ssspeaking," the superfiend rasped coolly. "I ssshan't bore you with the detailsss," Fear resumed, "but we have indeed... met. Our pathsss crossssed many yearsss ago, and through the likesss of dimensssion-hopping ssshenanigansss. To make a long ssstory blisssfully ssshort, I caught the Batman within one of my mantrapsss and he resssponded by throwing phosssphorusss grenadesss down my throat. The resssult was... incendiary, asss one would expect." This was predictably a sore spot in the old Judge's long, chequered history; he refused to give another detail more on the matter, too.  

    "She's playing with fire, that's for sure! If she's not careful, she might not be the only one burned by these shenanigans."

    Fear couldn't help but snort, and not in a kind manner. "That imbecile couldn't care lessss," he scoffed. There was clearly no love lost between the ghoul and Nyreena. "Much like her fool of a husssband, the insssufferable ghossst-girl will yet again prove herssself obliviousss to the consssequencesss around her. If it doesss not impact her way of life, ssshe will not musssster one iota of concern. Indeed, I reckon ssshe will conveniently forget the effectsss of her misssdeedsss." It was better Nyreena be, to quote a misguided soul of ages past, 'put down like a dog' before she made a mockery of herself further.

    One day, perhaps. One day...

    Presently, Fear was content to shield Kev as best he could from the ghost-girl's endless supply of buffoonery. "To take one'sss lickingsss isss to accept the mantle of ressssponsssibility," he rasped in agreement, "and that ssshould sssimply be expected when one performsss poorly in a pressstigiousss workplace environment." And, in the ghoul's impartial opinion, it also promoted a healthy degree of competition necessary to facilitate a demanding cutting-edge field. "Running away isss a coward'sss path; and doctorsss, asss you know, ssshould not be cowardsss. Isssn't that right, my dear Knock Out?" You weren't a coward, were you? Of course not. Otherwise, the superfiend would have swiftly kicked your polished metal ass to the curb and be done with you~! What a horrible, horrible fate... Your illustrious pride would never recover.

    "Mm! I think I've missed your Edgar Allen Poe-esque wishes of death upon people! It's been far too long since last I heard you rasp like this."

    "Funny, I don't ssseem to recall your fondnesssss when we were partnered up during that Red Queen, White Queen fiasssco." Hu hu! Had the Cybertronian also miss Fear's penchant for getting in a few good digs? Hah! No, probably not. Few seldom did.

    Ethereal chuckling reverberated across the manicured lawn as one of the ghoul's otherworldly eyes flickered - the telltale signs of a ghostly wink. "Behave and I won't wisssh sssuch dark tidingsss upon you," he hissed. "And yesss, Talisssker. It isss a decent brand, and not terribly on the cheap or expensssive side. A good middle-of-the-pack drink for a good middle-of-the-pack sssoul. You bring me a bottle, Knock Out, and I'll happily tell you multiple premonitionsss." Even if Fear wasn't a pre-cog, he'd absolutely make the effort to become one if it meant sipping a glass of fine scotch every late afternoon. He'd be a damn fool not to! And, uh... "...Drinky-poo?" What in God's green earth was that babbling nonsense? An unpleasant grimace twisted behind the ghoul's metal helm - it was very fortunate Knock Out couldn't see it, for he'd surely die of fright. "You get my judicial advice and I get a drink; that isss hardly one-sssided, I'd sssay," he rasped. To make things official, Fear offered a stiff, decrepit hand to the Cybertronian. The flesh was obscenely leathery and riddled with numerous pockets, undoubtedly by the little mandibles of ravenous bugs. Charming, no?

    "Deal," Fear nodded, wiggling his monstrous fingers. "Ssshake and let our pact be made. I trussst you ssshall not crossss me, unlessss you would favour a magnificent accident, hm?" Only an utter fool would dare stiff a stiff! And you were certainly no fool, were you, Knock Out? Mm~! Not if you valued your pretty little finish, you weren't.
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    Re: Advice Regarding Demons...

    Post by Knock Out on 11/14/2018, 22:55

    "Hmph... I have more decorum in thessse old, worthlesssss bonesss than you give me credit for,"

    Although Knock Out managed to keep his mouth shut, the mech nevertheless rose a very dubious metal brow at the ghoul. Decorum? Wasn't exactly synonymous with a creature such as Fear. A disgusting, lurching wretch who liked to rip off his own toenails just to bleed rotten blood onto someone out of pure spite! How did any of that add up to 'decorum'? He did know how to spin a yarn, however! Knock Out listened with attentive audials as the former Judge saw fit to let him know at least a little bit of his history with the costumed crusader. "I'm going to hazard a guess that he was on your list due to vigilantism being against the law?" How strange that what seemed to be a normal human could best a supernatural being such as Fear though. Were grenades the ghoul's Achille's heel? "Hmph!" He smirked widely, humor evident in his rich tone. "At least your mantrap managed to catch a Batman! Shame about your throat, though I'm sure you didn't let a simple case of inflamed esophagus get in the way of your job." Not stubborn old Fear! No sir!

    For just a moment, the crimson mech was completely thrown off. Ruby red optics narrowed and one could almost see the math equations doting above his processor. Husband? Husband? Surely not Dominick, those two weren't married yet--! Oh! Like a bulb flickering on, it all came together for Knock Out. "Ah, Jak! Right, I'd forgotten about him, let alone his relationship with Nyreena." She definitely didn't seem bothered by the permanent death of the long-eared fool. "I wouldn't be surprised. She's hardly the deepest pond to figure out. That demonic fool has trouble written all over him but if she wants to repeat her dearly departed husband's mistakes...it's not like I'll be affected!" He chuckled confidently, chassis puffed out like a rooster. Oh irony, you are quite the delicious morsel.

    The tone of the conversation was making a turn that Knock Out didn't quite like. The Cybertronian fancied himself a mech of nuance, and there were none of those with Fear. Take one's lickings, accept responsibility. What about when one is expected to take on too much responsibility? To shoulder blame where there is none? His optics narrowed, but the mech inspected his talons with a nonchalant air. "Exactly. Jobs must be done and mistakes, especially as a doctor, could mean the difference between life and death." Ergo, less room for error. The mech was quickly becoming aware of why he didn't make house visits here for 'fun'. Such accusing words felt like they were backing him up against a wall, even though they were outside in an open yard. His shoulder kibble flared up, almost against his will, giving away the mech's defensive body language as he gave the ghoul a strained smile. "Right as rain, dear Fear. Doctors can't be cowards." On the job at least! Off the job was another matter entirely in his not so humble opinion!

    "Funny, I don't ssseem to recall your fondnesssss when we were partnered up during that Red Queen, White Queen fiasssco."

    All attempts to give off a friendly and agreeable air melted like ice upon a burning sidewalk. Red optics seemed to glow under the shade of his own helm, a firm grimace on his lips as Knock Out glared daggers at the former Judge. "So sue me. I prefer when you wish death upon people here, as opposed to during that fiasco where my life was hanging in the balance!" The outburst paused for a moment, but only a moment. "And, of course, you did wind up killing me!" What an irksome adventure! The kind of thing best lost to the sands of time! Knock Out didn't want to remember any of the scrap and so he turned his helm away with a haughty sniff.

    "Tsk...I always behave. Unlike my Cybertronian brethren of old, I've managed to stay out of drama, haven't I? Your daughter must rest easy knowing she doesn't have to worry about me running around, getting involved in half the scrap the organic citizens seem to." Getting involved with demon filled lakes, leaving people to die, and cozying up to a dangerous fool. None of that was on Knock Out's resume! "Talisker it is. Depending on my mood when I buy it, and how accurate your prediction, I may see fit to be generous." Even if the ghoul did piss him off as if it was child's play. At last, he turned back to Fear and it was with a cheeky grin. "A drinky-poo!" He parrotted gleefully! If anything could pick him up, it was a turn of phrase that reminded him of Scaramouche!

    Such advise was also pretty simple and easy to guess, but Knock Out wasn't going to get into a debate with the ghoul. Retired or not, he was honestly counting himself lucky that Fear had accepted his visit and actually talked to him. It was preferable to being told to go die in a ditch! A large hand was offered, just as awful and decayed as he remembered. So stiff, so leathery... Topped with yellowed talons and marred by holes and tears in the rotten skin! How could that mouthless fool deign to hold such an appendage?! Disgust was written plainly across the mech's ivory face, watching those horrible fingers wriggle. Mmmngh... A deep vent sounded from him as the shoulder kibble relaxed. A servo stretched forward, the metal of his talons marred by diligent work. It certainly wasn't as buffed as the rest of his body was. Hestiatingly for only a moment longer, he at last gave in. The long talons wrapped firmly around the ghoul's green hand. "We both know I'm smarter than that. If I was going to truly cross you, I would have done it ages ago~." He boasted, voice like a smooth silk as he gave a firm shake. Later, he could be disgusted, but for now? He had an image to uphold!

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