[Action Post]: Hey There Skull!

[harrys_skull]

[Sitting on the reception desk is a human skull. Your standard boring human skull with empty eye sockets and made of weathered bone. This skull, however, isn't completely normal. The bone is covered with strange runes that look older than the skull itself. It might be worth it to pick it up to examine them or it might not, the choice is up to you.]

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[kappagirl]

[Nako immediately hides behind a shelf when she sees the skull sitting on the desk--is that thing supposed to be there? Her first thought is that it looks kind of gross and kind of scary, like something that should be thrown out. They said not to damage the books, but that certainly doesn't look like a book.

Unpleasant as she knows this will be, she steps out of her hiding place, though she continues keeping her distance.]

E-excuse me, um... Are you a monster?

[harrys_skull]

[Orange lights appear in the skull's eye sockets and a warm chuckle comes out of the mouth even though it isn't moving. The voice is gentle as if whatever or whoever is trying not to scare the person in front of it.]

Me nahhhhhh. I'm just a spirit sweetheart. Name's Bob.

[kappagirl]

You talk?!

[Despite the friendliness of the skull, she jumps, startled.

A pause as she stands there blinking at him. When she speaks again, her tone is apologetic.]

No offense Mr. Spirit, but... I thought a talking skull would have a more impressive name than Bob.

[harrys_skull]

Yup...my owner says I run my mouth more than he does even though my mouth doesn't really move.

[A soft chuckle.]

Hey Harry was seventeen and had just blown up his mentor's house...Bob was the first name he thought of.

[kappagirl]

[She skitters back, as if the skull just said something about blowing this place up.]

B-blew it up?! Madame manager would slap someone a thousand times if they did that!

[Or, you know, report them to the police like a normal person.]

[harrys_skull]

He had no choice trust me. His mentor was a bad, bad man.

[Bob sounds sad about the whole thing.]

I hope he'll be okay without me.

[kappagirl]

Oh...

[Hesitantly, she reaches out to try and pat the skull. Being patted on the head is comforting, right?]

I-I'm sure he'll be okay. If he can burn a place down, he can probably take care of himself!

[hidden_jedi]

[That is an interesting thing.

Kale stops and picks it up looking it over.]

Huh.

[harrys_skull]

Magic skull and all he says is "huh"

[The slightly accented voice comes out of the skull's mouth even though the mouth itself doesn't move.]

Nice.

[hidden_jedi]

[And now Kale jumps back with a startled yelp, dropping the poor skull.]

[harrys_skull]

Hey, hey gentle hands there kiddo. Mind setting me upright again.

[The skull has landed on it's side.]

It's hard to have a conversation sideways you know.

[hidden_jedi]

[Bending down, Kale picked up the skull and set it up right.

Peering down, he tried to look into the skull's eyes.]

What in the world...? There's nothing electronic...

[harrys_skull]

I'm magic not a computer kiddo. I also don't come from Disneyland either. Name's Bob.

[hidden_jedi]

[And now Bob gets a completely baffled look.]

Magic isn't real...

[Says the Force user.

But then absently, he introduces himself as well...]

I'm Kale Delvar.

[honest_axe]

[In his exploring he comes across the desk again, pausing to look and see if anyone was here again. He hadn't seen this skull the last time he was here. Resting his hand on his axe, the Russian WWII dressed soldier paused there, head tilted as he looked at the skull. Interesting. No fangs, at least. He reached a hand out to touch the top, as if feeling that it were real or not]

[harrys_skull]

[Lights of bright orange warm inside the skull and appear to give the bone an eerie if warm fiery glow. Then a voice floats out of the mouth without it moving carrying a tinge of an accent.]

Hi there. Nice ax and for once I'm not using that as a euphemism.

[iamthelibrarian]

[Flynn was never one to shy away from anything, so he marched right up to the desk and picked up the skull, but Flynn being Flynn, almost dropped it. ]

Oops sorry!

[harrys_skull]

Hey, hey gentle hands there handsome. I'm over a thousand years old and this skull is my only home okay.

[The skull sounds amused and one eye light appeared to wink on and off.]

Action.. because... reasons.

[magnus_bane]

[He leans down, arms crossed on the desk right in front of the skull. His magic senses are tingling (hah, he loves puns sometimes). Not that he could feel things like he used to. No, he nearly walked past the little skull and came back.

Golden feline eyes show amusement as he rests his chin on his folded arms.]

I know you are not just decoration.

Re: Action.. because... reasons.

[harrys_skull]

[Orange light flares in the skull's sockets and an annoyed voice appears to come out of a non moving mouth.]

Ruin all my fun why don't you. So what are you handsome? Werecat?

[magnus_bane]

[The corners of his lips lift in satisfaction and the gold of his eyes glint well with the fiery light. Oh, this was impressive, indeed.]

Far be it from me to ever run fun. Especially if it is the devious sort of fun. Just make sure it is spectacular.

[Smirking, he angles his head, lifting a brow at the compliment.]

Flatterer. I like you. I'm a warlock. You know. Half demon, half human. [He points to his eyes.] This is the mark of a warlock. I believe I got off easy compared to other warlocks.

[harrys_skull]

Wow interesting little quirk that, warlocks where I come from aren't that lucky.

The skull chuckles.]

Scaring the newbies is one of my few joys. No body and all that.

[magnus_bane]

It is. But my friend had green skin and little horns on his head, so I count myself very lucky. I'm curious what warlocks look like in other worlds... as I know the elves I have seen here are not from my home.

[Grinning, he knew he liked this entity.]

A sentient being after my own heart. Do tell, my new friend, got a name? I am Magnus Bane.

[harrys_skull]

Warlocks were I come from are consumed by the dark magic they create...nasty stuff trust me.

Name's Bob.

[magnus_bane]

That is certainly possible. I have seen warlocks die horrible deaths for practicing the more forbidden arts.

[He's done some. But not to cause problems... more to make money. But even then he's very careful it is safe and causes no calamity.]

Pleasure to meet you, Bob. You give off quite a strong magical aura. My magic is a little skewed here... so I could be wrong.