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[in_themachine]

[What if you you were nothing but a little ball of flame, and then suddenly you woke up with arms and legs and an actual body? It would be quite the ordeal to get over. In fact, Sissel has spent the good part of the day actually learning how to walk again.]

[He has succeeded so far, but he still trips every once in a while. But at least he's

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[fauxearl]

[Here, Sissel, be the first to have a young man laugh at you and your discomfort. It makes him feel much better about the situation. He's neither dressed properly for the cold weather nor does he seem to enjoy it, but he still manages to look as if he were used to such things.]

I'd like to ask the same, but that old man refuses to answer any more questions.

[in_themachine]

[Sissel just slightly frowns, though he's not exactly sure what the boy's laughing at.]

You mean Professor Oak? Well, maybe he wants us to find the answers on our own.

[fauxearl]

[He stops laughing long enough to give a proper answer. He rocks back on his heels.]

And maybe he wants us all to suffer! ...It would make this seem so much more like a game.

[in_themachine]

[Sissel suddenly smirks at that.]

Is that so? Then I really doubt anything they would throw at me, even if they did want to make me suffer, would be as bad as dying.

[fauxearl]

[He laughs again. --Really, Sissel was much more entertaining than he imagined.]

Of course! What's more fun than giving a game, or a task, to dead men?

[in_themachine]

I don't know, you tell me. You seem to know more about this then I do.

[fauxearl]

Me? [A slow smile crosses his face.] If I knew anything, I wouldn't be here.

But, what we both know is that we were dead before we came to this place. [The smile grows wider still.] ...Am I right, sir?

[in_themachine]

Well, it's true that I was dead before I came here. But I have no idea about you.

Are you trying to say you're like me?

[fauxearl]

Why would I try to imply anything? I'm simply arranging the facts. We can't compare if we know nothing about one another. [Except death. That seems to be a common factor.]

[He shrugs.] Then again, it wouldn't take much to figure you out. You talk a lot.

[in_themachine]

I talk a lot? Really? Well, guess it comes from being a ghost- the dead don't have voices, you see.

So, were you a ghost too, or were you just dead?

[fauxearl]

Really. The dead tend to be very loud, from what I know of them.

What do you think?

[in_themachine]

Let me guess. A ghost? You seem like the mischievious type, if you ask me.

[fauxearl]

[He laughs again and comes much closer to Sissel. He wanders around him, slowly trailing his hand against Sissel's back.]

Does this feel like the hand of a ghost? ...But I suppose that label is better than nothing. What's your name?

[in_themachine]

[MOLESTER NO MOLESTING Sissel shudders a bit, slightly frowning at the boy.]

Well, do I feel like a ghost either? I was actually like a little ball of flame before, so having this body is a pretty new feeling.

Sissel. And yours?

[fauxearl]

[NEVER He finds this all too amusing as he wanders back into view.]

So we agree neither of us are as we were before. ...A little ball of flame? How bloody amazing is that?

[He pauses for a moment, and pretends to think.] Alois. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sissel~.

[in_themachine]

I guess so. And yeah, it's pretty amazing if you ask me.

Nice to meet you too, Alois. Where are you from?