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Who: Gellert Grindelwald & Denzel Crocker
Where: Dissimulo
When: Feb 4th
Rating: PGish, maybe
Summary: Crocker needs assistance and Gellert needs distractions
The Log:

It had been a strange week or so.

Not that anything had been that normal since he'd arrived at Dissimulo but the oddness seemed to be increasing - at least in what he was used to seeing.

Gellert was currently wandering down one of the streets, looking around. Creatures had seemed to be scarcer lately which was at once a blessing but they had also broken the boredom. It had been difficult for him to idly entertain himself without his magic.

A distraction could make things interesting.

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"Well... From where I come in the year two thousand five, if you where to perform your powers publicy in the streets... People would fear and panic and try to burn you.... That's human nature for what they don't understand."

"That is fear of the unknown. But if they knew we were here then what could they do to us? We would be able to take them all down in an instant."

"Well - YES! They don't believe that you're real." Before simply stating, "Nothing."

"I don't like to have to hide myself away because of what I am."

"I don't blame you." Before sipping the water, "I was trying to expose magic to my world before I landed here... [Sighing he felt like such a failure]

"You know about witches and wizards in your world?"

"I'm positive they exist... Considering, I've seen genies and - FAIRIES!" [Slighty spazzing and tossing the glass and plate to the floor, thankfully it wasn't a long fall. With what appears to be back trouble, Crocker leans over and picks up the glass, plate and other half of the sandwich]

"I was finished anyways."

[Gellert raises his eyebrows.]

You are very peculiar....

"There's that and one of my ancestors was a witch himself... I mean wizard." Pause, "Story of my life."

"Oh? Do tell me more about him."

"Well, his name was Alden Bitteroot. He was a supposedly famous witch hunter, as he blamed others for being a witch for any oddy he could. Apparently, his plan was to take over the unnamed town that was going to be called Dimmsdale. Expect that a green hatted stranger and Dale Dimm exposed Bitteroot for the fraud he was and trapped him to the bottom of a well. Where he remains to this very day...." Pause, "His broom got separated from him." Pause, "It was also the same day that stranger, come to think of it. Invented the sandwich..."

"So he is still alive?"

"Some people think they can still 'hear the history' if you listen closely. I have reason to believe he still is."

"So you have wizarding blood in you," Gellert was looking at Denzel with more interest now.

He thinks about that for a moment, as if that hadn't crossed his mind, "....I suppose... That was an awful long time ago."

"How long?"

"Over three hundred years ago." As much as Crocker craves magic he knew he didn't have any of his own.

"Hmm... He must be a very powerful wizard to find a way to live so long."

Denzel nods, before looking at his own hands, "And here I can't do any magic of my - OWN!" Stating the last part in frustration. There was some kind of irony in that.

"Hmm. Perhaps you have simply not been taught to bring it out," Gellert eyes him intently. "Some people need more... prompting and guidance than others."

Denzel eyes Gellert back, what makes him say that look before darting his eyes, as he was wondering how much inbreeding was with those who didn't have magic, "Well, with my chip in me we'll never know." Not sounding confident at all.

"You may get it removed. When you do you should come back and see me."

"Yes, Dr. Haywire was going to get his removed first and then remove my own..." Pause, "Come back and see you?"

"Yes, to show me your powers."

"I don't think I have any but thank you for this." For having faith in me and taking care of the hang over.

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