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[Here, the newest Jade to the Dressing Room steps in... except, this one clearly isn't Jade. He's dressed much like a God-General, mostly black with blue highlights and designs. He also dons a cape and has a noticeable lack of glasses--replaced with a silver wreath about his head. He lacks the teasing smile that his clones doubtlessly would have, and his eyes were hauntingly empty. He seemed older than most, possibly in his early forties.]

[His only response to his new surroundings is to narrow his eyes and appear lost in thought.]

OOC: Here, have an AU!post-game!Jade. Have fun with him~

Also, NSFW.

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Your Auldrant perhaps, but not mine. I trust Luke and the others. I believe people will take action for their own lives instead of relying on the Score.

Perhaps the Score differs from one Auldrant than the other.

...This place keeps pulling people who are really different. I wish it would let us go home, but it just keeps us all trapped.

[He just smiled at the other, though really, it was hard to determine what exactly he meant by that smile. Weary? Smug? Self-loathing?]

He is nothing like you, of course. Neither was the professor... Fomicry is an amazing technology, isn't it?

... Perhaps.

[Bitterly:] What is this emotion...? Jealousy? How petty...

Forgive me. I'm not feeling well.

Wonderful...

[Deep sigh.] I suppose I had start getting used to this place. Moping around does no one any good.

No, Jade. It's a terrible and illegal technology. I have it outlawed back home because it is unethical to create copies of people.

As for you, if I'm gone already, then doesn't that make you lonely? [Lonely enough to use that dread machine.] If you made several copies of the original and then their fonons become unstable...do you know what happens?

I actually feel sad and worried that I left my friends behind. There's nothing petty about feeling emotions.

Very well. If you need anything, my little store is near the library.

You aren't really the kind to mope, though...

[ How would Jade like to meet an Asch sporting small silver wings~? ] Well, well. Look what the liger dragged in.

I'm not, am I...

[As an observation:] I really am getting old. [He smiles somewhat.] Thank you for the chat. I should get some rest, soon. So should you. It's not healthy to stay up too late.

And you're taking it awful well, talking to a dead guy.

I guess none of us are ever going to catch a break, huh.

Hm. [More to himself:] ... I fear I might have forgotten myself in the midst of all of this chaos...

How convenient. I'll be certain to drop by now and then. [It appears he's perking up. Just a little. Maybe this new place will allow him to drop the weight of his sins.]

There's an inn around here somewhere. I look forward to see you again after you feel better. [His tone is almost fatherly at most and he watches his twin leave.]

...Do you need help finding a room? I don't mind showing you around.

[He feels rather strange being talked to and consoled by another of himself, and yet he feels as if a weight had been lifted. He can finally breathe again.]

Thank you... [And with that, he's gone off to the inn.]

[He's growing fond of you, Asch. You're too cute for your own good.]

I wouldn't want to trouble you, but if you insist, then...

It's not any trouble... It's not like I can get back or anything.

... On my Auldrant, I was the one who outlawed it...

[He doesn't answer the first question.] ... It was difficult enough to make one replica with the Planet Storm stopped. Of course I know what happens. Luke...

... [He closes his eyes, beginning to recite as if he had practiced this every day since the moment he heard it, which he had. It left chills in him when he first heard the words, and he was able to memorize every last one.] 'ND 2019. the forces of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear shall march northward, through the Rugnica Plains. After inflicting atrocities upon the villages in their wake, the army shall surround the fortress capital. Within a fortnight, the city shall fall. The Kimlascan army will stain the Malkuth throne with the blood of its last emperor. Their howls of victory shall resound throughout the land.

'ND 2020. A mountain of corpses shall bury the fortress capital. Death and disease shall envelope the city. The plague born thence shall become a new poison unto humanity, killing all within its reach. Its spread shall mark the true end of Malkuth. Kimlasca shall enjoy decades of prosperity as the plague of Malkuth grows. Ultimately, the plague shall be brought into the Kimlascan kingdom by a single man...'

I... am the plague of Malkuth. That is my mission; to fulfill the Score's final wish.

Very true. ... Well, then. Lead away.

Hm. It isn't so unusual... Look who you're speaking to.

Do we ever?

[He listened. He listened very intently. What's he suppose to feel at his words? Anger? Shock? He shivered when Jade said, "I am the Plague of Malkuth." He wondered if Nephry is here and how she would react.]

Those prophecies...doesn't happen back home, Jade. They are not absolute. People are turning away from the Score. Slowly people realized they are the master of their own lives.

Does fulfilling the Score's wish makes you happy, Jade?

[He would... care less, really. :/]

... How strange to be seeing you...

Alright. [starts leading the way towards where he thinks there are still some empty rooms]

[He follows behind him, musing to himself on how mature he seemed, even at such a young age. Thus was the result of not only being a noble with great responsibility, but having been ripped away from his home.]

Tell me, how old are you?

Thirteen... Why?

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