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[Waking up in a strange room... That certainly left his brain in a shambles. The last thing he knew, he was training... Then fighting wolves, then checking into a room with Conductor Dist, then--]

[Wait... WHAT?]

[He stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling. Dist was sleeping in the bed next to him, and he didn't need coffee to feel wired and ready to go. What were they here for again...? OH. Looking for parts for Kaiser Dist!]

[So he'd do a rush job of getting ready and--WHERE'S MY HAT. He needed that thing! ... Well, he felt more comfortable in his full Order uniform, at least. He'll be sneaking out very quietly...]

[And heading to the nearest fontech shop to look around. ... Only to realize he knows next to nothing about the subject. What parts would the Conductor need...? Yulia...]

[So he'll just be sitting dejectedly outside, sighing and curling up underneath a flowerbox set int a window.] I really want to help Conductor Dist...

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[just stares at Reiner]

[... Reiner feels eyes on him and looks up.]

...!!! [He jumps up to attention, though... it's kind of hard to do that with a flowerbox in your way. So he ends up bashing the top of his head quite badly. Ooh, pretty stars... Ow, my neck.]

[He slowly gets up, avoiding the flowerbox this time, and salutes to the man.] C-Conductor, I-I'm sorry for leaving the room, but I wanted to find the shop for you...!

...What are you talking about?

... The hotel room? ... W-We were going to find parts to... fix Kaiser Dist, and...

[Was this a test of some sort? He didn't know anything about fontech!] And you told me that the Simon game on Barrelow was for sending coded messages, sir! I remember everything you taught me.

We weren't in a hotel room, Reiner. And I'd never say anything like that!

... B-But, sir... You...

[And he's confused now. He just frowns and bows his head slightly.] ... I-I'm sorry.

Cantor Reiner?

[And about a moment or two later, another fontechnician approaches the two, looking for his assistant. He'd found his bed empty, and had gone to do his usual things. Perhaps buy some new clothes or supplies. He'd thought Reiner was doing the same and they'd just meet back at the hotel. He looks up from a book he was reading spying his assistant with a...replica of himself?

...Give Dist a minute. He's far too busy staring.]

. . .

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...What? Haven't you seen another of yourself before?

[Reiner's staring even more than Dist is. And he does what any respectable person would do when presented with doubles of his beloved Conductor.]

[He faints dead away.]

No...I-I can't say that I have. I have no need to replicate myself.

[Oops, Reiner fainted. We weren't quick enough to catch him, sorry~ ~~Not like he tried much, anyway.~~ Dist spies the wings, and peers at them curiously.]

I'm not a replica!

[Dist raises a brow curiously at his duplicate, then nudges his unconscious assistant with the toe of his boot. Honestly, Reiner, you call yourself a soldier? Dist looks back at...Dist...and regards him with a little sneer.]

There's no other explanation for it. Unless I died. [He gestures to the wings.] Honestly, that color is atrocious. And I was sure hell had a spot open for me, not heaven.

It's not as if I chose what color they are; it was all those idiotic scientists' doing.

And I'm simply another version of yourself, I suppose. It doesn't really make any sense, though.

No, it doesn't. And until you explain, I'm going to go on believing you are either my replica, or some kind of odd hallucination, or--[He actually has to laugh at this. It sounds so stupid.]--and angel.

[Oh, but wait. What's this about scientists? The unwinged Dist raises a long, thin brow and regards his duplicate with a curious look, demanding he explain. He then nudges his assistant with his foot again. Wake up, you idiot, you should hear this, too, you might learn something useful. And you can remember it in case he forgets. Or if he has to repeat it, it won't sound as implausible if you agree with him.]

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[And the assistant is waking up! That was quite a shock, especially after he had knocked himself silly on the flowerbox.]

[He looks up with a soft groan to the Dist he's familiar with, blinking and moving to get up, even though his head was pounding...] S-Sorry, sir...

Which part would you prefer explained? Because, you see, the wings actually have nothing to do with there being two of us.

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THREADJACK FOR GREAT JUSTICE. 8|

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