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[A certain 'Alexander Astori', otherwise known as one of the many very intensely grumpy redheads populating the dressing room, has appeared once again. This time he's minus a cat, but he's not too worried, if no less annoyed over it all. He's dressed more casually that he was last time, and is missing his phone.]

.... Damnit. Here again.

(OOC: o-okay! 8|b I failed at this last time! Let's try again, with less of the failing and more of the doing this right.)

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[He is just fine with you staying out of speaking range! He might be used to the idea of there being other hims, but that doesn't mean he likes it, or trusts them.] Pfft. I wouldn't call it 'lucky'. Leave here just means I end up somewhere else.

[ Ah, so they already have reached an silent understanding. Excellent. That'll save the both of them a great deal of time, unlike when handling a Luke. The 'pfft' noise is very amusing to this one. ] A place that is not Auldrant, if I assume correctly from your tone.

[That's one good thing about dealing with yourself, at least. He makes a non-verbal noise of confirmation at the assumption.] I haven't seen Auldrant in years. [Granted, given the state he was in when he left, he's not exactly eager to go back.]

[ And it eliminates the need for introductions. Asch nods, looking off to the side. ] Unfortunate, but it cannot be helped. My stay has not been anywhere near as long and I must find a way to get the replica and myself back.

I doubt there's a way to get back unless whatever brought you here decides it's time for you to leave. [looks mildly grumpy over this, and maybe even slightly resigned]

[ Gives him a look of annoyance at his double's defeated attitude. ] If there is a way to be had, I will find it. This place is too dangerous for my liking.

[Seems largely unconcerned by all of this, except that....] 'Dangerous'? How so?

My replica and countless others have been attacked by version of ourselves. One that looks like us molested my replica and may have done worse if given the chance.

[frowns] How many different versions of us have been attacking the others?

I have heard of around three, possibly more.

Tch. Alright. I'll keep an eye out, then. [not like he wasn't going to in the first place, of course]

I would recommending keep an eye out for your replica as well, if he is here.

I will be. [expression of vague exasperation] He's hopeless without someone around to hold his hand.

[ Chuckles, moving closer to make conversing easier. ] Sounds like someone I know.

[shifts his weight, but doesn't seem alarmed] I can't imagine that any of the other hims are much different.

You would be surprised. Each one I have met differs a great deal from all others. My own is very unique.

Yeah? Which one is he?

He is a she with wings like these. [ Turns to the side some, stretching out his small, silver wings. ]

[she. right. Asch tilts his head just slightly as studies the wings, then nods.] Right. Are you the only two that have them?

[ Hence why Asch sticks to using 'replica' or 'Luke' when talking about her. ] The only of us redheads with wings this size. There is another Luke with much larger wings who calls himself an angel.

An angel, huh? [that's... odd, but not the strangest thing he's heard, or seen]

[ Yeah, angels are pretty tame around here. ] That is what he said. Though it does not matter.

[Looks mildly curious at that, though he doesn't ask any questions] I suppose not.

[ He shifts from one for to the other idly. ] So you would do well to keep an alert eye on your replica to make certain he does not associate with the wrong people.

I plan on it. [crosses his arms] You sound like it's happened to him before.