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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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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. ]

[glaring a little, too; mostly because he's mildly confused about this guy all of sudden]

[ Confusion works for him. It helps to distract your opponent. After exchanging glares for several minutes, he breaks the silence. ] If you know he smokes, why do you allow it?

Hmph. It's his own concern what he does with himself. He doesn't make a habit out of it and he doesn't smoke inside, so it's none of my business.

You need to learn to take better care of your replica, not to mention learn more about him in general. "Doesn't make a habit out it"? The idiot would go through several packs a day if you were to let him!

The idiot's not going to learn anything if I'm treating him like an ignorant child all the time, even though he is. I already 'let' him have his way, and he'd only go through that many if he were stressing himself out over nothing again.

He is smarter than you think. It is precisely because we thought Luke was capable of handling things on his own that the situation got so bad. He needs someone to guide him properly. And he worries about things that are important to him; that makes them more than 'nothing'.