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Bully in the Gutters~ [Video // Action for Everglade]

[A balmy autumn day in Everglade seems as good a day as any to take on a less life-threatening bounty, and Namur's been eyeballing this one for awhile anyway. It's a good excuse to do some busy work and just be moving around for a few hours. It takes awhile to gather enough hose and find a water source that'd reach all the way up to the roof, but by the time the sun is high he can be found on the roof with a brush broom borrowed from the witch next door. Getting caught up in the breeze with nothing above him but cloud-speckled skies takes him back a few years, before he knew anything about Time Compression or alternate dimensions or whatever the hell they were living in. It's like swabbing the deck in a lot of ways- with the occasional ghostly rodent skittering out of Miss Tilly's haunted gutters. But he's got an enchanted broom, so it works plenty fine for launching the incorporeal creatures off the roof and back into the nearby haunted woods. Feeling rather fine, Namur begins to sing, sweeping out the gutters in perfect rhythm- though his voice leaves a lot to be desired. In fact, it's so bad he catches the attention of a couple of mischievous imps who, upon finding his communicator, decide that if they have to suffer, so does everyone else.]

[Namur sounds rather like a yowling tomcat, singing a catchy tune as he dances with his broom.]

Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Bully down in Shinbone Al.

Sally is a girl that I love dearly,
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
Sal's the girl that I spliced nearly,
Bully down in Shinbone Al.

For nine long years I courted li'l Sally,
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
All She done was dilly an' dally,
Bully down in Shinbone Al.

So I left Sally t' become a pirate
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
Gold an' jewels, Gan Fall, I'll take it!
Bully down in Shinbone Al.

Get thru some 'hoo an' go an' see my Sally,
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
Throw her a line an' make fast in her alley.
Bully down in Shinbone Al

When I get home, I'll find my li'l Sally,
Wey hey, Bully in the alley.
Spawn six pups an' live in Shinbone alley,
Bully down in Shinbone A-

Ah shit.

[Namur bonked the head of a ghost mouse and spun the broom to fling it off- only the head of the broom flew out into the forest as well. The imps dissolve into riotous laughter and cut the feed as Namur looks out over the edge, trying to gauge where it might have gone.]

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[Leanne tilts her head at the sound of singing. She blinks and watches Namur sing and.... She never saw a fish laguz. She couldn't help but to start to hum along when suddenly the singing stopped.]

What happened, my lord?

[It's only because he has really good hearing that he notices the heron princess's voice coming from his communicator- now abandoned by the imps and laying on the edge of a brick chimney.]

Huh? Think y' got the wrong number, sweetheart.

Didn't make this post, my lord?

Post...

[He doesn't quit the feed while he scrolls up and finds the video. Leanne can probably hear a tinny, mechanical rendition of the song he was just singing. More interesting, though, is probably the color his face turns as he realizes he's been punked.]

Shit. 'Parently I did. Sorry, sweetheart! Don't no one wanna hear that humpback caterwaulin'! 'S fine tho, jus' singin' a song from the good ol' days. Nothin's dyin', so don'tcha be gettin' all worried or nothin'. Sheheheh!

[Caelestis was doing one last patrol of Everglade's streets before he'd planned to vacate to another city for a while to calm his mind. Things weren't particularly eventful - not yet, anyway - so despite having his saber drawn, he was more at ease at the moment than he usually was in this city.

That is, until the head of a particular broom bonked him on the head and startled him, causing the blue and white feathers on his head to puff out and perk up as he fell into an immediate battle stance. His eyes eventually fell onto the broom head on the ground and he slowly relaxed, though his feathers were still puffed up.]

... that is not something I had anticipated.

[Namur's wanders by looking for the broom's head a few minutes later, quietly muttering and cursing to himself. He really does not want to think what the nice witch lady next door will do to him if he gives her back nothing more than the shaft.

He comes up to Caelestis after a bit, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.]

Hey man, got a kinda weirdass question for y'. How's yer eyesight?

[He turns to Namur and tips his hat, his ear feathers slowly de-puffing themselves.]

It's quite good, actually. Why?

[He's an eagle, so of course his eyes are good. Even if he was slightly confused by that question. 'Weirdass' indeed.]

Cuz mine's shit an' I gotta find a bit a wood that flew off int' the forest here. Can't really smell it 'mongst all the other bits a wood layin' 'round, catch me? Kinda a brushy thing, yay big, with a hole in the middle like it might fit on the end a some broomstick.

[Of course, Namur indicates with his hands the approximate size and shape of the broom's head.]

Think y' could see somethin' like that if y' glance 'round?

[He listens to Namur carefully, but once he mentioned it'd fit on a broomstick Caeli's eyes glanced downward to that mysterious broom head that had just smacked him moments ago. He kneeled down and took it in hand, holding it up to show it to him.]

I don't suppose it's this you're looking for, is it?

Holy shit y' found it fast! Thanks man! I'd a been turned int' a rat or some shit if I'd lost it!

.... Probly.

Anyway y' weren't kiddin' 'bout 'em bein' good. What's yer name? Owe y' one.

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You have a nice singing voice.

[Airy smiles at the screen.]

Is Sally a person or is it just a song?

Whaleshit, but thanks anyway sweetheart.

[He doesn't even try not to blush, having already found out about the practical joke. Namur scratches his fingertips behind his pink-tipped ears.]

Uh. 'S both, actually. Makes me think a her, but I ain't the one that wrote it, if that's what yer divin' at.

[Why do so many people swear here.]

Who wrote it then? Did she?

[Hell if he knows!]

Yeaaaah, probly not. 'S jus' a song people sing. Like Mary had a li'l lamb or whatever. If I know a girl named Mary does that mean one a us wrote the damn thing? Naw, but it'd still make me think a her, catch me?

Yeah. I think that's great.

[She thinks about people who aren't here too.]

Thinking about people is a way that we can immortalize them.

Least 'til we die, then they ain't so immortal. Sheheheh!

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[Ted's elated. Not only is he serving Everglade again, but singing! Not something done nearly enough, even if his voice was as rotten as his soul. This third time charmed Ted so much, he resolved to meet him and share his own verse while he went to visit.]

"A sea shanty! If anything could make me love pirates...well, allow me some poetry of my own. Ahem." [Yep, he finished that sonnet he's been working on. Remember, Namur, you asked for this.]

Ichthys
Auspicious fortune wrapped and sent my way
Both fish and man along fate’s blessed flow
We spoke of work and how to earn one’s pay
I bore my heart which he then set aglow
Time’s culmination bade his home to me
Where fateful words uncovered riches still
Yet treasure hid and lost itself to sea
Dear dreams cannot be if he will not will
What scraps of gold I’ve gained stoke longing’s fire
Yet brackish waters cloud the briny deep
Good lures alone can grant my heart’s desire
To purify and cleanse his soul to keep
The ransom paid the day the veil was torn
Pray take the gift and prove one water born

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[Namur doesn't remember, actually, since it wasn't anything more than a throwaway comment. So he winds up crouched on the edge of Miss Tilly's rooftop like a gargoyle, head cocked to the side, jaw slack as he tries to fathom what the hell Ted is going on about this time.]

Uh wha-?

[He turns his head the other direction, brows furrowing, before he finally yells down incredulously.]

Schoolie Boy, 're y' confessin'? Can't swing that way, sorry man! But hey! If y' see a shitty brush broom head, lemme know! Borrowed it from a witch an' she'll probly turn me int' a bird or some shit if I don't get it back t' her all put t'gether! Damn thing went flyin' int' the forest, see?

[He holds up the headless broomstick, so he can see that it's basically just a very straight stick at the moment.]

[Ted's hopes remain unfixed from reality. All fourteen lines, wasted!]

"Should've known you'd have your head in the gutter. Not all love is erotic!" [He shouts back and looks anyway. His observational skills are among the worst in the world, so only fortune would allow him to find anything.]

"You've got questionable sense, indebting yourself to a witch. Can't be helped now, I suppose. While I'm searching, I might as well search your brain, and pose a few questions. What does your name mean? And can you juggle?"

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[Namur thumps his hand against the edge of the literal gutter he's currently sort of occupying, then stands and heads up the roof for the hose. If he can't brush, at the very least he can spray things down and get the ghostly rodents on the move.]

Dunno if I can juggle, but I'm damn good with my hands- [He clicks his tongue a few times hahaaaaa] -so maybe?

Ain't got no idea where my name comes from or if it has like a translation or whatever, 's jus' what my Ma called me. So it means me, whatever the hell I make it mean. Some people hear it an' get real scared. Some hear it an' have hope. Some think of a dumbass, some think a the best damn lay they ever had, some think of a brother, or a father, or a son. [He shrugs.] I'unno. What's yers mean?

[Ted wished that the more he got to know people, the more dearly he should like it. Alas, first impressions are lies, and he's uncovering a lot of dirt. Promiscuity, presumably. Why should one so used to water be unclean? And he took a cleaning job at that. So much contradictory symbolism.]

"All right then, give it a try. I'd like to see." Ted took out three yellow balls from his sack and pitched them to Namur. "If it's not too slack of you while working." [Ted, no surprise, hadn't made any progress on the broom front. He speaks the answer more quietly for shyness.]

"...it means 'god-given'. Now, that 8 on your neck, what is it's full significance?"

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Lyrics warning! Def. do not sing this song to your boss or children