Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

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[callmemeibe]

"It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." Mortimer continues the quote, blandly. "It is not wise to take to heart the ramblings of a false king so cowardly his power-hungry wife had to commit regicide in his stead."

But the tear seems to deeply move Mortimer, whose stance changes to sitting upright when he sees it. With a sympathetic frown, he slowly reaches over and places his cold, bony hand upon Malik's flesh arm, trying to be reassuring with a gentle rubbing motion. It helps to combat the cold of his hands, anyway. "I will do my best, for your sake, Malik. Know that I am here for you, always."

[loyalrebel]

"He seemed more a man thrust in to something he was unprepared for and unwanting of because prophecy or destiny demanded it be so." Malik shrugged, "Not everyone wants to be king, some of us are content with our place. Everyone takes something different away from a story."

He swallowed, sighing and bringing the iron grip on 'fine' back from where it had slipped. Malik's not bothered by the coldness of Mortimer's touch. It's a little oddly reassuring really, a reminder that the other man isn't really as human as he looks. Not that Malik feels terribly human all the time either.

"I suppose I should ask, what do we call you? Both you as an individual and you as a... group."

[callmemeibe]

"Indeed. Everyone has a different perspective on it." He raises an eyebrow, intrigued, but says nothing more on the subject.

Death does not remove his hand as of yet, his fingers lightly clutching on still. Though Malik has returned to his stoic mask, Death still seems concerned enough to stay.

"We usually call ourselves Arcana, singular Arcanum. As for me, individually... call me what you will. Death if you'd rather stick to your Tarot cards. Before I was known as Ereshkigal, Donn, Yama, Hades, Osiris, Santa Muerte, Grimm... I chose the name Mortimer, this cycle. I'm rather fond of it."