Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Intro of the Warrior Judge
by WarriorJudge & the Kindred Lodgers
August 2004
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(WarriorJudge) --
The Dark Judge set at the Bar, drinking her beer. Her eyes were fixed on her glass, but her ears were pricked like that of a tiger. It’s been awhile since she last exact good ol’ justice upon someone. All was settled in her room, her chambers. All the instruments of her law were in perfect order, in their proper place.
People weren’t born evil, they are made evil. She always believed in that. She knew her place in the world. She knew what had to be done, and she knew it was her place, her obligating (Mainly to herself, some would say, but not to her face) her right to do it. She always knew who it was that stood in front of her, and never made an error. She knew what justice was better than anyone. Her world was black and white, no other colors exist. She was practically blind to gray and its shades. Either one was guilty or not, there was no half way, no other option, no in between, no gray area, no maybes.
She was strong to be sure, and capable. Mercy or leniency never resided in her stony heart. Justice must be deaf and blind, if it were to be effective and true. Once her gavel was slammed down there was no escaping punishment, beside only few had tried. She has never taken anything that was given to her. What she had was only what she took by force. She figured what was given could be easily taken away, so it couldn’t have been hers to begin with, and so she took.
The Dark Judge has been just that for as long as she could remember herself. Some called her a monster behind her back, but she never gave cared of what people thought of her. They did their best to stay in line, not aggravate her, for they knew her justice would be the very definition of swift and it would be cruel at that. She always thought the inquisition had some lovely ideas regarding the torment of sinners, but she had good ideas herself, and there was nothing wrong, she thought, about taking care of her own dark needs and desires at the process of exacting justice. Merely two birds with one stone, she thought. No one dared question neither her justice nor her methods. Her modus operendi was what nightmares and horror were made of. The sheer sexual humiliation and degradation ranked as atrocities. People called her a rapist, but she knew better. The women she punished begged her for it, couldn’t resist her power, not wishing to deny her a thing, not even their last loft of dignity. Her pain was pleasure, and her power an intoxicant that the ladies generously imbibed. Those she didn’t punish, she rented.
She finished her beer and placed her glass on the bar. She looked around, searching for someone to drink with her.
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(Lord Sirius) --
Another Dark figure emerged from the shadows. She sized up the woman sitting at the bar and decided what the hell. Sirius walked over to the bar and sat down beside the Judge. She nodded to the woman behind the bar and the Judge's mug was quickly replaced with another of same. Sirius of course was indulged in Her mug of Guiness. Evil sat with the Devil's only spawn. It was quiet. A pin could be heard if one were to be dropped upon the Lodge's finely polished hard wood floor.
The Judge and the Dark Lord drank in silence.
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(WarriorJudge) --
Time for the silence to be broken thought the Judge. After all, it’s a bar we’re sitting in, not a goddamn funeral.
“Good evening, Lord Sirius” Said the judge and poured her drink down her throat. “A bit quiet in here, wouldn’t you agree?”
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(Lady Alison) --
Lady Alison sat in Her chair and watched as Sirius and the Judge drank together in the silence of darkness. She rose from Her chair, walked over to Aria and gave her a soft kiss.
"Think I'll go shed some light on those two." Alison winked at Aria as She turned and headed over to where the Duo of Dark drank.
Alison walked up beside Sirius and placed a soft kiss on the Dark and Delectable O's cheek before moving to sit down next to the Judge. Alison studied the woman for a moment over the top of Her drink. She definitely was an imposing figure but there was something about her that intrigued Alison.
"I trust you are getting settled in Warriorjudge?"
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(WarriorJudge) --
She noticed Lady Ally placing a kiss on Lord Sirius’ cheek. Things that makes you go hmmm…
"Evening, Lady Alison. How good of you to join us,” said the Judge examining Lady A, examining her. Very good looking, very impressive. “I’m settling in nicely and slowly, just like a few other things I do, and I’ve been meaning to thank you for presenting me with picifico’s help. She was indeed a great help to me.”
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(Lady Alison) --
Lady Alison turned and looked at Warriorjudge's profile, afterall, turn about was fair play. She had noticed the look the woman had given Her. "You are welcome. She comes in handy, in more ways than one."
She was getting ready to say more when Aria kissed Her and walked over to the Judge. This should be interesting, Alison knew the Judge was just the type Aria delighted in tormenting.
Alison slid off the stool, "I shall take My leave, I have a wicked wench to reward."
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(WarriorJudge) --
“In more ways than one, huh? So I’ve read, Lady Alison. I bid you good night, and in regards to rewarding your wicked wench, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…twice” the Judge smiled a wicked half smile.
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(Mai) --
Mai signals for another shot as she looks over at the dark figures. Throwing back the shot Mai envies Alison as she sits down among the Duo of Dark wishing she had the courage to approach them.
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(WarriorJudge) --
“What’s up with people staring at me like that, you would think they never saw a Judge before. Dear Mai, breath deeply and remember, fortune favors the brave.” she said, again not looking at Mai. She could sense Mai’s eye on her back.
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(Aria) --
Aria could see the Judge and Sirius perfectly from her stool; she politely nodded to the Judge and winked at the Lord. The Lady was on her second Sauvignon Blanc and feeling very little pain. Normally this far into her second glass of a vintage white, Aria would have already made her way to the newcomer’s stool, planted herself right next to the newbie and started asking questions. But there was something foreboding about this one, something dark… extremely dark.
Running her finger around the rim, the Lady silently admonished herself for not going over to them, but for some reason she was content to watch the Darker Ones sit and sip their drinks in silence. Aria could see how the two Lords contrasting styles could compliment one and other; because once the public persona ended and the bedroom door closed, both women became someone’s nightmare.
Shaking off a slight chill in her bones, Aria lit a cigarette, held up her glass and waited graciously for the barkeep as she fetched the prized bottle.
Looking at them, Aria wondered if they would become friends…
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(WarriorJudge) --
"This is the second time tonight that you’ve been staring at me. Haven’t your mother ever told you it’s rude to stare, Lady Aria?” The judge’s alto voices broke the silence that descended the bar. She spoke to Lady Aria but she never turned her head to look at her. She could always sense people staring at her. A talent she developed over the years, because people always tend to...well…stare at her. Her appearance drew stares. “You may join me on the bar, and I would appreciate it if you would be kind enough to offer me one of those cigarettes you’re smoking,”
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(Aria) --
"My mother was a jackal...but thanks for asking", Aria said as she eyed the redhead and considered her request. What harm could come from sharing her Marlboros? The Lady knew she would never get away with her normal level of mouthiness with this one, which stifled her, but she knew it was because the others loved Aria and therefore allowed her more leeway. The Judge it appeared was absent when the good Lord handed out humor and tolerance.
Aria made her way to the other end of the bar, stopping first to kiss Sirius and then the Lady Alison…she reached for the Judge and stopped mid air - that annoying thing where her hair stood up on the back of her neck was happening again.
Pushing aside that slight feeling of fear she always experienced around this woman, the Lady offered her a cigarette and held her lit lighter for the Judge and waited.
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(Dj) --
The blonde historian wearily slumped down into the chair next to the Courtly Butch. Too tired to even smooch Klancy's cheek, she just pursed lips and blew one over.
As she eyed the dark newcomer, the dark old-comer, the purple-clad one, the sweet shy one, and that saucy assassin over at the other table, Dj couldn't help but smile. "Interesting scene playing out, wouldn't ya say, butchly?"
Klancy reached over, swatted off some dust particles from the blonde's mane, then snorted out, "Yep! They're going at it with great finesse, amiga."
Dj cocked her head to get a better view, watching the assassin's body movements, noticing her mouth in artful action, and eyeing the Judge's steadfast demeanor. "How much ya wanna bet that Aria gets the first Hand of Dark Justice meted out? I'd wager an hour long neck-rub and foot massage that she does."
Still smiling and shaking her head, the historian was loving the antics playing out right before their eyes...
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(WarriorJudge) --
Pushing aside that slight feeling of fear she always experienced around this woman, the Lady offered her a cigarette and held her lit lighter for the Judge and waited.
The Judge took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips.
“So you’re filling the smartass position in the lodge. Think you’re being funny, do you?” asked the Dark Mistress as she light up her cigarette, and blew the smoke into Aria’s face.
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(Aria) --
"I'll let this one pass Judge, only because you have not met my Mother. But please, conduct yourself appropriately in the future", Aria said as she tossed one lone cigarette at the Barbarian and left the bar.
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(WarriorJudge) --
As Aria turned to leave, the Dark Judge darted from her seat. With her long strides she closed the distance between Lady Aria and herself. With a powerful hand she gripped Aria’s wrist from behind, almost violently turned her around to face her. The Judge’s tall and slender frame was close to Aria’s much smaller one, their breasts nearly touching. The Dark Judge leaned over; a few strands of red hair covered her face, making her look a tad-bit like a Barbarian.
Aria was stunned and surprised by the immense force spinning her around like a rag doll. Her ex-assassin instincts kicked in, and with her free arm she tried resisting, pushing the Judge away from her, but it proved to be an exercise in futility. The Judge was way, way too strong for her.
The Dark Mistress thought it best to leave no room for Aria’s free arm to maneuver, and so she quickly placed her other arm around Aria’s waist and pulled the latter’s body closer to hers, pressing her own against it. Aria felt as if she was put in a splint. The Judge felt her trying to move, and it amused her.
She leaned closer to Aria and whispered a word in to her ear “Relax,”
Still in shock Aria ceased to move. She felt extraordinary heat emanating from the Judge’s strong body.
“I’m afraid I misunderstood your remark regarding your mother. I thought you were just trying to be wise and disrespectful. I was led to believe, quite persistently by you, I might add, that you are insolent and have trouble remembering the no no’s, and a few not so minor respect issues. And so, you must understand, I didn’t realize you had mommy issues as well.” She whispered in the shorter Lady’s ear, scorching her with her warm breath.
“I guess this is my apology to you, dear Lady” She went on, not letting go of the body that was caught in her iron grip.
“Nevertheless, I’m not pleased, to say the least, about the way you’ve handled yourself with me. I didn’t like your tone of voice and I certainly didn’t appreciate you throwing a cigarette at me. That kind of a demonstration of lack of respect is a bad influence on the wenches residing here,” Aria made a final attempt to free herself but it was useless.
“In the future, you are more than welcome to say what’s on your mind to me, in a more respectful, discrete and civilized manner.”
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(Lord Sirius) --
Sirius arched an eyebrow at the exchange. Aria could handle herself. Propping Her boots back up on the table Sirius yawned and wondered if it was time for Her midnight stroll around the grounds yet.
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(Aria) --
“Relax”,
This was not meant as a suggestion or a means to calm the Lady down, it went much deeper than that and both women knew it. It was an order and the preface to something bigger…
“I guess this is my apology to you, dear Lady” She went on, not letting go of the body caught in her iron grip.
“Are you done?” Aria said as she tried again to wrench her hand free.
“That really depends on you Aria; do you think you are now able conduct yourself properly when in my presence?”
Midnight met the sea as their eyes locked. The imbalance of the moment made this intolerable for Aria. She was truly unable to move and yet the more Aria struggled against the Judge, the calmer the tall one became.
“It would seem to me that are a bit too new here to be giving me orders.”
“Apparently not” replied the Judge smiling her trademark half smile as she looked at Aria’s hand still locked tightly within her own.
This answer infuriated the Lady… the behemoth was using brute strength to make her point and that was making Aria crazy. She was struggling with all her might as the Judge leaned in close…
“Nevertheless, I’m not pleased, to say the least, about the way you’ve handled yourself with me. I didn’t like your tone of voice and I certainly didn’t appreciate you throwing a cigarette at me. That kind of a demonstration of lack of respect is a bad influence on the wenches residing here,”
“Didn’t like my tone… I see, of course…well… I could start by changing everything about me to accommodate you dear Judge… I…”
Aria was jerked forward and brought within inches of the Judge’s face… “Don’t screw with me Aria. I will teach you the manners you lack.”
“I am going to guess you have not had too much experience in the world of apologies… cause so far this one kind of sucks.”
“You cross too many lines my Lady and rest assured, when the time is right… you and I are going to spend some time together where I will teach you the proper way to address me.”
Aria had heard enough, but knew better than to continue this here…
“Okay, I apologize for tossing the cigarette at you… in hindsight I should not have done that.”
The Redhead stared down at the tempestuous woman knowingly… “In the future, you are more than welcome to say what’s on your mind to me, in a more respectful, discrete and civilized manner”
“Now are we done…?”
“Yes Aria, we are done – for now.” The Judge said releasing the Lady’s wrist.
“Then I hope you have a pleasant evening.” Aria said as she went to her room to wash this woman off of her.
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The End - 'The Introduction of the WarriorJudge' -
by WarriorJudge, Aria, & a slew of Kindred Lodgers!