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[thatdamnedliche]

[ Pre-Milliway's post. Hooray.In a dark corner of the bar, seven strange, green runes begin to inscribe themselves onto the ground, accompanied by a strange female voice speaking in a long-forgotten language. The summoning circle completes itself with a flash of green light, and Pious Augustus appears in all his skeletal glory. He leans against

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[floating_skull]

A floating skull comes down from the rafters at around the same time the lich enters. He was attracted by the female voice part of the summon, and was already readying his pick-up lines.

He wasn't expecting the lich. Morte stops a few feet away from Pious Agustus. He clicks his teeth together once.

[thatdamnedliche]

Pious glanced at the skull. Well, at least this place was used to the undead. Now, what should he do... ignore the skull, tell it to get lost, or strike up conversation? Pious didn't like ignoring things, and he did entertain a vague curiosity as to what sort of a being this skull was...

"And what manner of apparition might you be?" he muttered.

[floating_skull]

"I'm a mimir, a floating encyclopedia and do you come from the Mortuary in the Hive?"

[thatdamnedliche]

Pious nods slightly. A mimir. Interesting. Perhaps useful, even. "Mortuary in the Hive? I'm afraid not. I come from Earth, though I am not confined to merely that plane of existence. But what is this mortuary you speak of, mimir?"

[that_valentine]

Valentine blinks, recognising the idea behind the runes if not the runes themselves. He scrutinises the being carefully, before making his way over. Danger? What cares he of danger? Well, if we're to be totally honest, if he was still capable of being truly scared, he'd be quaking in his stylish yet affordable boots.

"Good day to you, sir." His voice is mildly polite.

[thatdamnedliche]

One would think that a being that has existed for more than two millennia would develop some social skills. Not so with Pious. "Perhaps it will be," he muttered gruffly, turning to the man. "It depends on if I find what I am looking for." He glares at the man in a way that only a guy with a skull for a face can.

He may secretly be jealous of the boots, though.

[that_valentine]

Valentine cocks his head to the side, still smiling pleasantly.

"An' it please thee, might I offer thee some assisstance?" When someone is rude to you, what is better than excssive refined politeness, after all.

They are fantastic boots, it has to be said.

[thatdamnedliche]

Pious seemed to size him up. Well, he did come here for assistence, after all. And since this one seems all too willing to help... Time to put those manipulation skills that he'd developed instead of the art of conversation to use. "Hmm. Then I would gladly accept your help. Perhaps you can tell me exactly where I am and what manner of beings inhabit this realm?"