[There appears to be a tall man in a black cloak lying face-down in the middle of the road, limbs at odd and uncomfortable angles. A small, narrow piece of wood is lying on the ground near the communicator. For a moment, the man does not move. Eventually, he stirs slowly, raising his head. His face is deeply lacerated and bruised; he rubs his eyes
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[ curiosity piqued, he continues lightly: ]
Are you all right?
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Yes.
[And it's pretty obvious that this isn't true just going by appearances, but, well, he doesn't know who you are. He appears to be working to remedy the smaller wounds via use of his wand.]
Who are you, and how did you arrive here?
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he's giggling. ON THE INSIDE OK. ]
My name is Ben, sir.
I'm afraid I can't tell you how I arrived here, however. I'm not sure anyone in this city has any idea how it was they came to exist in this particular place.
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Oh if he finds out who you are you're in such trouble. :|]
[Pause, then slowly:] How many others are there here?
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Quite all right, then?
[ pause. ]
If it's any consolation, you're hardly the first person confused upon arrival. [ :) ]
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Are you familiar with this place, then?
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Insofar as my stay here has allowed me to be, yes.
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Who are you?
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What use could a human have for my name?
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Recognize that useless lump anywhere, wouldn't I.
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Bellatrix Lestrange.
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Now that I needn't remind you, the question changes - shall I be polite and show you around?
[ laughing. she can't resist for long, k. ]
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[Stiff, to put it very mildly.]
The most vague of manners are far beyond you, Lestrange. No, that won't be necessary.
[Ah. There it is. Some things change, and some things, unfortunately, do not. Don't think you're just going to be allowed to run amok, dear Bellatrix.]
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