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[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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[His laugh is infectious, halfway because of how unique it is.

James found his grin growing and even gave a laugh, himself.

'Brooke the Bard' rather reminded him of some of the more friendly talking paintings back at school.]

James Potter, of the Wizarding Potters, from a world that's Four-Point-Six Dimensions that-a-way, based on my best current guess.

Pleasure's all mine, mate.

Yohohoho! A wizard you say? Don't get too many of your lot around here usually. Well not that I've laid eyes on anyways.

But wait, I don't have any eyes! Yohohoho!

How has this place been treating you so far James? I take it that you've fallen for our fine dining and lovely scenery already? Yohohoho!

Hah!

[James tapped his knee lightly, quite taken with the talking skull.

Relatively magical, all on its-- his-- own.]

No complaints, so far! Aside from, you know, actually being here and being a science experiment.

Aside from that, it's been brilliant, thanks! I'm especially fond of the craggily skyline set against the wall of sad, grey clouds in the dark, cheerless sky.

It's uplifting, really.

Well that's good! Moping about it won't get you very far in life you know. Or in my case, far in death. Yohohoho! Hmm... that joke may have been a bit dark, I'll have to think about reconsidering that one.

Where was I? Oh yes, I remember now. As part of the self appointed skeleton welcoming committee, I feel I should at least tell you about the chip if you haven't found out already.

Now, now; not to put yourself down. You can't help being dead... frankly, you're on of the most loquacious dead people I've ever met. Top ten, at least.

Aah, right. The chip! Heard a bit about that. It's inside of me, eating all my talented-wizard genes like a very strange kind of fever-cold bug. Am I on target?

Well, being dead does tend to leave most folks rather untalkative. I've just had the advantage of cursed fruit to help me by, but that's another long winded and boring story.

Close, but not quite. Think of it more like another bloody muggle whatsit, except this one is under your skin somewhere, and disables all supernatural abilities, not just wizardry skills. Talented little scientists with their bloody muggle whatsits here. I must say, having a chip inside of me definitely had me a bit worried since my supernatural fruit abilities are the only things keeping me alive.

Was going to ask you about that, mate. But, glad that it's not bothering your magical-fruit-resurrection any.

Under the skin though, is it? Stands to reason that I could just pluck it out then. Just need to find it, first. Can't be too hard... a bloody muggle whatsit floating around in the body.

But Merlin, do you even have skin? How'd they work that trick?

Well not anymore at any rate. Can't be quite sure if it was before or not.

Well you'd think that wouldn't you? For instance since I'm a skeleton, I figured anywhere it is on my body, I could just pry it off right? Even if they some how attached it to my bones somewhere. Only problem is that it's hard to figure out where it is on the body... that and sometimes it can be in a very dangerous place to try removing it.

Also I heard something about your body going into a state of shock after having the operation done that puts it in, in the first place. I doubt it would be safe for at least two weeks to get it out... and even then, it's a very, very risky procedure. Wouldn't terribly advise it unless it's life or death. Or in my case, Death or Undeath. Yohohoho!

Well... has anyone tried it yet, Brooke?

I mean, I follow your logic and wot, but... if no one's given it a try, then... stands to reason that we don't quite know what would happen.

I'm living proof... or dead proof that is! Yohohoho!

I've had my chip removed, and have seen a few other people with it removed too... it's just as I said, a risky procedure. In my case it was slightly less risky because, I'm already dead. Yohohoho!

Well. You've had it done and you still look smashing. Not a day over six-hundred.

So, that settles it, doesn't it.

Where do I go to get it done?

B-but I'm only ninety!

[Oh, blimey. He'd seen better-kept ninty year olds than this...]

Which is... quite a few days under six-hundred!

So you see, I was right.

... I feel sad now...

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