[Accidental Voice]

[dissonates]

[There's two voices- one is obviously Asch, and the other is too muffled to hear.]

-ing out to investigate. I told Natalia to stay inside; you should do the same.

[A pause.]

...I am not sick. I already rested enough.

[Pause.]

I'm not a kid, so stop acting like my mother.

[...]

Wh- you are not "as good as she is", shut up!

[Pause.]

Goddammit, Guy.

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[cockatielbangs.livejournal.com]

[clinging to the drapes]

[cockatielbangs.livejournal.com]

[are you intimidated yet]

[dissonates]

Why would anything else be wrong?

[onlyamonster.livejournal.com]

I see my reputation precedes me.

[dissonates]

[.......No.]

[dissonates]

What the hell are you talking about?

[onlyamonster.livejournal.com]

You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Well, if you say so.

Uh ... speaking of the crowds outside, you might want to warn Guy. He's got a lookalike wandering around.

[dissonates]

[Avoid, avoid.]

A lookalike? You mean Flynn? He's been here for months.

[dissonates]

[...What.]

Did you hit your head or something?

[onlyamonster.livejournal.com]

Not to my knowledge. Though if I did I would hardly remember it.

[if Asch looks carefully, he may find that this Jade's hair is somewhat shorter than the one he is used to... and he also looks considerably younger, though that may be harder to catch]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

No, I mean another Guy. He doesn't have any wings, either. I was just talking to him.

[does-not-get-it.livejournal.com]

WHAAAAAAAAAT IS THIS PLACE.

[cockatielbangs.livejournal.com]

[LET'S FLY AT YOU AGAIN.

This time he's going to miss completely and bounce off the doorframe. The couch breaks his fall and he waggles his legs wildly before rolling over and righting himself. He stalks to the armrest of the couch and hops on it to squawk angrily at Asch.]

[dissonates]

[AAAAHHH-

...Wait, this thing is kind of pathetic and fail.]

What the hell is this.

[cockatielbangs.livejournal.com]

[hold on climbing onto the back of the couch to be taller and thus more intimidating]

[dissonates]

Another Guy? He has a replica!?

[dissonates]

[Huh. What the hell is this.]

...What year is it?

[dissonates]

...

[So many annoyances.]

[does-not-get-it.livejournal.com]

[His face froze after that. He needs an answer, Asch! Stat!]

[fonmasterpink.livejournal.com]

You know, for being such a grouch, I always had this feeling you had a tendency to mother people, deep down. Or something.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Yup. He wouldn't be the only one. There's copies of my crew wandering around, too.

[dissonates]

[It's not working, buddy.]

This isn't your house. Get out!

[dissonates]

This can't be right. Have the Malnosso started replicating people here as well...?

[cockatielbangs.livejournal.com]

[WHAT

ALL RIGHT LET'S FIGHT OVER IT]