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[walker_cain]

In a chair, drinking vodka, reading Clarke, sits a timeless walker.

A quiet night in front of the fire for Cain.

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[floating_skull]

A human skull floats by, a thin piece of charcoal in its mouth. It sets the charcoal down on the couch opposite Cain. It eyes the man for a moment, bobbing ever so slightly up and down.

"Psst! Hey, cutter!" stage-whispers the skull. It sounds male. And human.

[walker_cain]

Cain blinks and glances around.

"Ah, yes?"

[floating_skull]

"You seen any berks here that break into song regular-like?" the skulls asks.

[walker_cain]

Cain is still staring.

"Ah... what is a berk? And a Cutter? And... what thge heck are you?"

[floating_skull]

Morte clicks his teeth together. Combined with him rolling his eyes, the attitude is one of frustration. However, he still translates:

"Hey, guy who looks interesting, have you seen any...poor unfortunates bursting into song regularly? Or have you been doing it lately?" he adds, with sudden interest. "Because I think I might have just the cure for the burning blues!"

[walker_cain]

"Really? How so?"

And he still looks curious.

"But, again... what are you?"

[floating_skull]

Ooo! Curiosity - this might mean a possible customer. Morte decides to be friendly and hurries up with the old explanation.

"Oh, I'm a mimir, a floating--cough! cough!" Morte shakes himself, clicking his teeth together a few times, unnerved. He never coughs.

"A floating encyclo--COUGH! COUGH!"

The hardcore guitar rock has started up in the background. Morte notes this, and his teeth chatter, perhaps getting a vague inkling of what's to come.

[walker_cain]

Cain's eyes widen as he watches.

"Ok...ay."

[floating_skull]

"All right," grouses the skull, speaking over the guitar, "so maybe I ain't a harmless little floating encyclopedia on the world at large. So maybe the story's more like this:

Well, I told a lie to some berk
The way I always did
How was I to know
That the guy would wind up dead?

And when my final time came
Justice got its kicks
The kind that had me beggin’
"Someone, get me outta this!"

I was an innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
On top a Pillar of Skulls
Damned and down on my luck
Damned and down on my luck
Damned and down on my luck

Got pulled off after centuries
By the guy I killed, you see
Turns out he was immortal,
Didn't stop me feelin' guilty,

It's cruel, sad and funny...
It's cruel, sad and funny...

I was an innocent bystander (practically!)
Somehow I got stuck
On top a Pillar of Skulls
Damned and down on my luck
Damned and down on my luck
Damned and down on my luck."

And because music is cruel, Morte makes headbanging motions for most of this. There's not many ways he can dance.

[ooc: stolen

[walker_cain]

Cain watches, something likea poleaxed look on his face. Then he sips his drink.

"That was... interesting. You got zapped by the curse too, eh?"

[floating_skull]

"WELL APPARENTLY YES!" shrieks the skull, his voice a mixture of outraged and offended. His bobs up and down, like some agitated bouncey ball.

"I KEEP THIS THING TO MYSELF FOR CENTURIES - AND IT COMES OUT IN THIS PLACE! GAH!"

He clicks his teeth together rapidly - perhaps his version of foaming at the mouth? "AND IT WASN'T EVEN IN FRONT OF SOME CHIT I COULD GET A LITTLE SYMPATHY FROM! JUST SOME...SOME GUY! SOME GUY I DON'T EVEN KNOW! SOME UGLY, STUPID BUBBER!"

[walker_cain]

Cain grins slowly.

"Yup."

[floating_skull]

"YOU SHUT UP! YOUR MOTHER WAS A SHEPHERD WHO STAYED IN THE FIELD TOO LONG, YOU STEMLESS, SHRIVELED PIMPLE ON THE UNIVERSE'S BACKSIDE!"

[walker_cain]

That? gets him a little irritasted, but he chuckles.

"Reallly? You should check yuour cfacts before you start spewing too much idiocy. And stop throwing insuklts at someone who hasnt done you harm just because you humiliated yourself."

[floating_skull]

Morte's teeth start to shift before he holds them back. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY FACTS YOU GOT--"

An idea hits, and with a visible effort he chokes back his rage.

"Or maybe I do. So, cutter, just who are you?"

[walker_cain]

Cain, Adamson, son of Adam and Eve, first born Man of Earth, immortal walker, and generally not a bad guy whensomeone isnt yellin at me."

he eyes the skull.

"Can you drink anything? Arguing is thirsty work."