[action] The Frozen Depths of Hell!

[evildoorstop]

[Murray has found himself outside a lot lately, in the cold and the snow, but now it's time to take advantage of it. He is currently sitting on top of the fountain, soaked and icy. He has some little icicles forming in his eye sockets and at the back of his skull. Despite his icy situation, he seems diabolically cheery, calling out to random people passing by.]

Beware my frozen sockets of doom! This land will be smothered in the winters of death! Beware! Turn back! Turn back! Before the frozen depths of hell envelop you! [And other such threatening comments.]

Comments

[immamartillo]

[ There's not much Firo can think to do but stop and stare at Murray for a few moments. He reminds himself that he should be used to these things in Luceti by now; at least the skull doesn't seem too terribly dangerous. ]

If I were you, I'd be more worried about bein' covered in icicles.

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[evildoorstop]

HA! I am a demonic force! Fear incarnate! The harbinger of frozen death! As if I have any worry about mere icicles!

2/2

[evildoorstop]

It's all part of the look you see.

[immamartillo]

[ He blinks and pauses in what Murray is free to interpret as awe. ]

It just makes you look kinda stupid. And cold.

What're you doin' anyway?

[evildoorstop]

[He opens his mouth to cackle at what he of course interprets as awe before hearing Firo's comments.]

I'm dead! Cold as the grave! I can't be colder.

[immamartillo]

If you're dead, how come you can still talk?

[evildoorstop]

Demonic. Force.

[immamartillo]

[ He rubs his head, wondering why he thought this was a good idea. He should have known he'd just wind up more confused. ]

...What?

[evildoorstop]

Ha! That gormless look suits you!

[immamartillo]

[ He furrows his brow, assuming that was an insult. ]

The hell does that mean?

[evildoorstop]

I'm not the only one looking stupid around here.

[immamartillo]

You look stupid enough for both of us.

[ He ignores the fact that he's terrible at insults and moves on to a question that he's been wanting to ask. ]

What are you, anyway?

[evildoorstop]

Evil incarnate. Your worst dream come to life! Bwahahaha!

[immamartillo]

[ He nods and holds his hands up in mock surrender. ]

Right, right, I'm terrified.

1/2

[evildoorstop]

BWAHAHAHA!

2/2

[evildoorstop]

You're...not taking me very seriously, are you?

[immamartillo]

[ Another nod, this time accompanied by a smirk. The skull may not be scary, but he's entertaining. ]

Took ya long enough.

[evildoorstop]

[He sighs.] Isn't there anyone here who knows enough to be scared of a talking skull? One of the walking dead-sitting dead!

[immamartillo]

It's the fact that you're a talkin' skull that makes you not scary. And your personality.

[evildoorstop]

You mortals are strange. [No comment on the personality.]

[immamartillo]

[ He pauses; he's not exactly "mortal," not anymore. Still, he probably shouldn't bring that up. ]

You ain't exactly one to talk.

[evildoorstop]

Maybe but it's expected, useful even! [Theoretically speaking anyway.]

[immamartillo]

Bein' a skull? How? You land a job as a carnival prop or somethin'?

[evildoorstop]

I was a prize once!

[immamartillo]

[ What kind of a place gives out talking skulls as a reward?]

...Seriously?