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[maraudingprongs]

[There's an eye pressed up close to the screen... or as close as it can get, behind the wall of the glasses that James Potter is always wearing.]

...Bloody Muggle... whatsit...

[Comes the grumbling tone, under his breath. He's clearly not aware that the 'whatsit' is on as he pulls back to fidget with it, giving a last, valiant effort to make sense of it before giving up and tossing it to the ground.

The view now just shows half his head, far above and mostly sky.

He's failed (for the moment) at dealing with strange thing number two: so he'll go back to dealing with strange thing number one!

Which was--...where on earth was he?]

Portkey, maybe? Droll of them. Middle of nowhere, to boot... could at least have the decency to transport me some place pretty if they wanted to have an unfair duel.

[Though, even as he attributes the sudden move to the Death Eaters, he does find it odd that... none are about.

No one is attacking him, really.

'No one attacking' doesn't happen much, mid-war, behind enemy lines.

So if he's not behind enemy lines...]

Merlin... not going to figure it out just standing around here, James. May as well get a move on.

And stop talking to yourself. It's not an attractive quality...

[Really. The invisible people here in he-didn't-know-where might get the impression he was barking mad, if he didn't stop monologuing soon.]

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[maraudingprongs]

Little too much, quite frankly. More than I'd like to.

[It's his own turn to pause now, before,]

Look, you'll find out, hey? Future's already happened, so there it is.

Let's focus on the present for a moment.

What's going on here; where are we?

[wandthief]

You're going to be secretive, are you? I never did like secrets...

[But he sighed and continued.]

Personally, I am in a place called Dissimulo. You could be anywhere but I have been told there are three main towns or cities. Most people seem to be in one called Discedo.

As for what is going on... We appear to be some kind of experiments.

[maraudingprongs]

...Well, that's nice, isn't it? Makes a bloke feel important, to be included in such a big-name experiment.

'Fraid I can't be staying though.

So where's the exit?

[Please tell him you're not still working out that part...]

[wandthief]

There isn't one. At least, none that have been found.

[His tone is steady but there is a flicker of something in his eyes. Annoyance, perhaps. After about six months trapped here without his powers his optimism has wavered slightly - at least for a short while.]

[maraudingprongs]

That's only because I hadn't gotten here yet.

[He gave, with a certain ring of either very stunning or very deluded confidence.

Apparently, James' optimism was still well in tact.]

First thing's first; we've got to get 'uninfected'.

Know anything else about what kind of project we are?

[He was trying to make a light joke of that too, but truthfully, it gave him the heebie-jeebies in only a slightly lesser amount than the Dark Arts did. Anything that removed a person's autonomy; much less took away a large part of who they were, in their cases; wasn't anything good.]

[wandthief]

No, only that strange things happen here.

Soon after I first arrived the entire world was full of dementors. You're lucky that they are now gone.

[maraudingprongs]

...I'd say everyone's lucky, of that.

It's the little things, I guess.

[wandthief]

As for becoming uninfected - I have been told by a few people that within us they have put something called a 'chip'. And that it has to be removed by cutting us open.

[maraudingprongs]

This place gets better every minute, doesn't it, Grindy?

[wandthief]

Just wait until you have been here six months...

And my name is Gellert.

[maraudingprongs]

I'd rather not, thanks. If it's all the same to you.

I prefer Grindy; but we can go with 'Waldy' if you think it sounds more professional.

[wandthief]

You don't really have much choice.

[Then he laughs.]

You are very peculiar... And what should I call you? Potty?