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[encraned]

[ Sitting on a bench is a man who looks to be in his twenties. He doesn't seem to be doing anything much but opening and closing his hand. A closer look will reveal that his hand isn't empty -- rather, a small flame starts to life every time he opens it, dancing about in his palm. For some reason, it doesn't seem to be burning him, or anything else

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[laughingchaos]

[She watches him for a few moments, sitting atop of a conveniently placed nearby boulder, her eyes following the flames interestedly.]

Oho? And why wouldn't it have worked, dearie? Magic's present just about everywhere! Except where it's not.

[encraned]

[ He blinks, before looking over at her and simply staring for a while, taking in her clothes, her appearance... After a while, he speaks. ] Perhaps magic works differently for you, then.

[laughingchaos]

Oh, well, that could be. It only really works one way - at least, for humans, anyways - where I come from, even though you can change it into a billigan different flavours. I suppose it's not to be expected that it's the same everywhere, though.

Perhaps this place is a great gathering place for all different kinds of power?

[encraned]

A -- billigan flavours? [ His tone is faintly sceptical. ] If you say so, then.

...Not everyone here has the ability to call on magic, in any case. That much I know. But of course, power comes in many shapes and forms.

[howtoreality]

[EDEN pauses, staring at the man for a long moment. Se tilts hir head to the side, but twitches, the motion repetitive, like a small seizure. Hir fingers twitch in time with the glitch, and se opens hir mouth to say something, but then closes it, watching the flame for a moment longer. It is indeed hypnotic; it's also been a long time since EDEN has seen an open flame. Well, at least once se can remember, even if it's all starting to bleed together.]

Is is also broken? [se finally asks, hir twitching hand reaching towards the man, but stopping right before actual contact is made. Se wishes se could feel the heat of the flame.]

[encraned]

[ Closing his hands with a snap when the person in front of him speaks. He pulls away, silent for a while before finally shaking his head. ]

Things in this place are far from broken.

[howtoreality]

[EDEN frowns, returning silence with silence. Processing this is difficult; the words are cryptic and vague, and don't match up with any proper databases. The twitch worsens, making hir look like some mockery of a bobble head doll, but se doesn't seem to notice, still taking in the man in front of hir.]

[It is frustrating that the hand is closed now. There had been something soothing and special about it. Different. Something that didn't make sense. It's a stress on the circuits, but well, at this point, they could use a stretch.]

Can can things be more than whole? Whole?

[The question has some sense of urgency, and the twitching abates for a moment, although hir fingers return to hir side, still fritzing.]

[encraned]

[ This is making him slightly on edge and it shows in his eyes, as he tenses a little. The twitching- the person in front of him, whoever this is, isn't quite normal, that's for certain. ]

I'm sorry. I don't understand your meaning.

[ A pause. ]

Unless you have something else to say, I don't believe there's anything we have to discuss.

[sitstaygoodboy]

[ almost promptly makes his way over from who knows where, seating himself on his haunches in front of the other and staring in almost spaced expectancy at him ]

[encraned]

[ He looks down with a small start, blinking once, and then pointing at the space on the bench next to him. ]

...The ground could be dirty.

[sitstaygoodboy]

That is what the clothing is for.

[ Climbs up onto the bench next to him anyway, seating himself in the same position ]

[encraned]

Really. [ There's a slight quirk of his lips -- almost, but not quite, a smile. He looks expectant for a moment. ]

You find it more comfortable, sitting in that manner.

[enlived]

...So you can do that little trick here too, huh.

[encraned]

[ Frowning at the sight of this particular person, he shifts away. ]

I didn't expect to be able to. [ For a moment, he's quiet. ] I thought you didn't want my company. I won't object if you'd leave me be -- in this place, there's very little I could get up to.

[enlived]

[ Arlen sits himself down on the bench rather unconcernedly. ]

Nice place this is, don't you think?

[encraned]

... [ A look of irritation crosses his face. ] What do you want? And before you ask -- we still can't die, I already tried.