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[hopeless_son]

The clicking of his boots against the deserted street was chilling. Not so much as it should have been but the quiet empty little town somewhere within the deep south was the perfect scene for a horror film. At least that is what Brand pictured as he casually strolled along with hands clasped behind his back. He also wondered if Willow would have

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[godofshiny]

Mort has been traveling, exploring the world (as much of it as he can see from his prison) and in general pondering the future. So, when he comes upon Brand so close to a reflective surface, he cannot help but say hello.

"Good evening." Comes the dry voice from the windshield.

[hopeless_son]

Inwardly Brand grumbled with the connection almost made to Willow. Raising his other hand he waved it over the card cutting any connection that was about to be made. Emerald eyes turned toward the man who spoke to him, studying carefully before one red brow rose a fraction of an inch. "Good eve," came the level reply.

[godofshiny]

Dull eyes stare out of the reflection, a dull man in a suit staring back. He doesn't seem like much. "That was quite the little ritual you had going there."

[hopeless_son]

"And what," the princling says, "prey tell, do you mean by 'little ritual'." Brows narrow slightly a moment as he turns on the hood of the card to look down at the man who is speaking to him. Reaching out to the spikard he wears he studied it in his mind placing several defensive and offensive spells into position just in case they were needed.

[godofshiny]

Morts eyebrows raise slightly, the only indication that he is surprised. He doesn't move his face all that much, as a general rule. This is interesting. Such power, such magics...

Mort speaks in a voice reminiscent of Ben stein, only without all the pep and enthusiasm. "The card effect you were partaking in."

[hopeless_son]

While Mort's brows may raise, Brand's narrow. How the man had snuck up on him when he had been certain the town was empty was beyond him..but here they were facing each other almost testing where the conversation may go.

"Less of a ritual than one may think it to be." Carefully tilting his head to the left he studied the older man. "Though I dare say some could think of it as that."

[godofshiny]

Mort turns to one side, walking along the edge of the reflection. It's funny. If he were a real person, he'd probably be standing at the front of the car right about now. He extends his sense, only slightly, raising his attribute to see what can be seen.

Mort takes a step forward, peering more intently at Brand. "Oh, my. You are a piece of work, aren't you?"

[hopeless_son]

Some said he was the insane bunch of his family. Brand would beg to differ.

A twist of the hand fond the card back onto the top of the deck where they themselves were slid back onto a spot on his belt. Safe from the strange man who walked in reflection as if he walked through Shadow. "I will take that as a compliment, old man, for to take it elseways may not be so good for you."

Licking his tongue along his top lip almost in a nervous fashion he shifted slightly on the old cars hood. "As are yourself from what I can tell. You are not of the blood yet you walk where many of my own kin cannot."

[godofshiny]

"I walk where I have to walk, sweet prince." For a moment, his eyes sparkle silver, almost mirrors in themselves. Old man his ass. Fine, he's balding, but he's only 32!

Of course, none of this emotion makes it's way to his face. Mort prides himself on his calm composure. "Perhaps introductions are in order."

[hopeless_son]

Prince.

How had the man known? Was he a passer by in Shadow to Amber or even to Kashfa? Or was he from the Courts. His eyes narrowed into slits as he peered at the man in the winshield. "I do believe that they are. Shall you go first seeing how you are the recent arrival?"

And Brand could easily be called the old man of the conversation should Mort wish to. Of course, the prince as in a sourish sort of mood..

[godofshiny]

Mort nods his head shallowly, little more then a dip. This one has the strings of fate all tangled around him. Wonderful indeed. "I am Mortimer Arthur, god of Prophecy and Reflection for another Earth."

He inclines his head to Brand, indicating it is the other ones turn.

[hopeless_son]

To lie or not to lie, that was the question. Saying false things to a God could be bad for his help but what did Brand care? He had survived one attempt of murder at the hand of his on brother Caine. "Branden Corey, from here abouts."

Which in a sense was the truth if only partial in turn.

"Reflection though? It looks and sounds like you have been, dare I sai, jipped."

[godofshiny]

Mort arches an eyebrow at the lack of total truthfulness. The fate lines narrow slightly, combining, becoming more obvious. Interesting.

"You lie quite easily." And then his eyes narrow a touch, as Brand hits on one of his sore spots. "Yes, Ill timing, and bad luck."

[hopeless_son]

Brand? snorts a laugh before studying the man in the reflection. "I could possibly get you out of there.." It's a to over confident statement but it's quite possible that he may just try..if he had a good reason. Which was likely not to happen.

"Only a half truth in a sense should you pick a world." Crossing his arms he again lets his head tilt right and back nearly looking down upon Mort. "Very well then. Brand, Prince of Amber and Royal Consort to the throne of Kashfa."

[godofshiny]

"Out of here is not something I have a problem with." He can do it, it just takes some effort. And is kind of annoying.

Mort tilts the upper half of his body minutely. One might almost call it a bow, as much as Mort does. "Prince Brand. a pleasure to meet one such as yourself."

Honestly? He reminds Mort of Father Jeremiah. But Jeremiah is banished, thank god.

[hopeless_son]

The bow is returned but not even matching that of what Mort has done. God or not, it mattered little to him. "Likewise," he replied dryly.

Pausing once he crossed his arms infront of him letting a forced chuckle to cross his lips. "And what do you mean by one such as myself? I know the play on words quite well and I am curious as to what you know since, obviously, you know something."