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[foniclight]

[This one is far from a new face, but quite different from your usual Lukes. For one, he's dressed in elegant robes, reminiscent of the Order of Lorelei's clothing. He looks to be a bit older, probably in his early twenties, and with a more mature gaze.]

[Luke's looking around in confusion, broadsword in hand.] Ion... Where have you gone? Has this planet now forsaken me...?

[And the other major difference: he spoke only Ancient Ispanian.]

[Welcome the Luke from 2000 years ago--during the Fonic War.]

OOC: Haha, so this was spawned by the line in the game where Jade says something to the effect of, "You probably feel Ion is familiar because you knew him in a past life. It's more logical than replicas being able to recognize one another." (Paraphrased. orz) I'M SORRY. AS IF WE NEED MORE LUKES.

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[foniclight]

[Luke's so confused right now, and he doesn't even know where to start with the questions.]

... I really would like to just be back on Auldrant right now...

[replicadreck.livejournal.com]

"You aren't the only one."

[foniclight]

What is this technology that can create these... replicas? There is no such thing from my time; nothing even comes close.

[replicadreck.livejournal.com]

"Fomicry. It's sort of recent, I suppose."

[foniclight]

Fomicry... I suppose it would be.

I really should be going to look for Ion... Farewell for now. [He nodded to the other, then picked up his sword, turning to walk away.]

[replicadreck.livejournal.com]

*Luke just blinks for a moment, before waving at him. it isn't like he can't call him back...*