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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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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.

It has happen to mine, I would not doubt the same holds true to yours. [ Quirks an eyebrow, instinctively mirroring the other. ] I would not know. Which of the replicas is yours?

[considers] He's a mechanic. He smokes, too, and plays the guitar. I'm not sure what else would set him aside from the rest of them.

[ That's more than enough information, given the brief but startled look on his face. His wings snap flat against his back. ]

...I see.

[immediately suspicious] You know him, then. [it's not a question]

[ The one time he lets his emotions get the better of him. Dammit. ] He stands out more than most of the others. [ He assumes a disinterested air, resting a hand on his sword. There's always a chance to save. ]

[Asch is silent for a few long moments, openly considering the other him. Something obviously isn't adding up quite right and he knows it... but he decides to let it sit, for now.] I suppose he does. He's very different from how he was when I first met him.

He mentioned having the same past that mine does, though his mannerisms are drastically different from hers. [ He stares back, almost challenging him to make something of it. There's a good deal he would like to say to this one, but now isn't the best time for that. ]

Right. [he meets that stare levelly and doesn't back down, but doesn't attempt to verbally challenge the other's claim]

[ Oh ho. A staring contest! This could go on for a while, if they aren't careful. His look leans more towards a glare, perhaps with a hint of anger to it. ]