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What the hell is this?! This is nothing like the Auldrant I know. If someone's trying to screw with me, they're going to regret it. ... Dammit, it's probably the replica's fault somehow.

.... I can't contact him. What the-

...........

WHY DO I HAVE WINGS.

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[Guy shook his head, hands finding his pockets as he idly scuffed the toe of his boot against the ground as he walked.]

No. My Mary.

[Asch didn't need any further explanation. Guy was visibly uncomfortable, and he almsot didn't ask, but at the same time he hated not knowing anything about their situation.]

Why the hell would they revive your sister for some experiment?

[Guy's posture might have stiffened for just a moment before relaxing into a nonchalant shrug. His voice was perhaps a little too casual to be natural.]

Don't know.

[Asch fell into uncomfortable silence for a while, shuffling along behind Guy. He'd asked the wrong thing. Of course. Why the hell did he have to fail so badly at socializing?

...Right, because he hated people.]

...Forget I asked.

[Guy waves his hand idly, turning to flash an easy grin at Asch over his shoulder.]

Anyways, I think that's it. Oh! Arietta's here, but...well there's something wrong with her. She thinks she's a liger...again.

[Well, small relief as it was, Guy wasn't angry. Asch resisted the urge to sigh. No sense in looking like he'd been worried. Because he hadn't been. At all.]

Figures it wouldn't be someone more useful. Has anyone been able to escape?

[Guy ruffled his hair a bit in thought.]

A lot of people -including you, I might add- have shown up only to disappear completely. ...we're not sure what happens.

[That didn't make much sense.]

...The replica said I was from a different time, before. What time? What had happened?

[Well sorry Asch, that's all Guy has to offer.]

You were from further in the future...but you didn't say much. I didn't get many chances to talk to you.

[Guy wasn't being very forthcoming. That just meant he'd have to investigate properly.]

What did I - he - whatever - say?

[Ah, good; something to distract them from the topic.]

Mostly, "shut up dreck," and the like.

[Asch snorted. Guy was probably hiding something, though with how good the man was at keeping secrets, it was hard to tell. Nearly impossible, actually. Still, he'd find out one way or another. Even if he had to talk to that useless replica.]

...Hn. Sounds about right, then.

Well, he was you. Or...you'll be him. Something like that.

.... Was he the same as I am, or different?

Looked the same to me. You weren't any taller, if that's what you were hoping for.

... I didn't mean my appearance.

[Guy bit back a grin. How could he have missed out on this much fun before?]

Oh, sorry about that. Um, well like I said we didn't talk much...pretty much just, "I hate you dreck," you know, what I said just moments ago...

[This was getting irritating.]

I must have been different if that's all I did. I like to think I have a better vocabulary than that.

[Guy could tell that Asch was getting impatient, and debated throwing him a bone.]

You cursed a lot, too.

[Apparently not.]

Probably the replica's fault.

[Despite his irritation, Asch couldn't entirely fight the smile tugging at his lips. He didn't banter with many people, and he was surprised that Guy was the one who'd made the attempt.]

[Guy almost stumbled; was that actually humor he heard in Asch's tone? Then again, why should that be such a shock? He'd never tried to be friendly with Asch before, so perhaps it was his fault that it was surprising. Guy felt a little pang of guilt, but laughed anyways.]

[Well, that was a refreshing surprise. Asch had expected Guy to defend the replica, or ignore the comment if anything. But he'd laughed... it wasn't a reaction he would have predicted if he'd had time to think about it. It seemed this place was out to surprise him left and right.

Still, there were more important things to worry about. Such as something the replica had said, for one.]

...Guy. The replica mentioned the Malnosso reviving the dead. Is that true?

Well they obviously can, with Mary here. But yeah...people have died here and come back. Why?

[Asch was silent for a long moment, considering this. So the dead didn't stay dead here. But his situation was somewhat different - thanks to the replication process, he knew his body had been degrading before his arrival. He wasn't sure of how much time he'd had left, but it couldn't have been much; he'd already begun to feel it.

Here, though, it was gone. Strange. Did that mean he'd died after all? Or was his condition fixed while he was in this place?]

... My own reference.

[Asch was such a painfully easy read, but Guy decided not to press for an answer.]

You lose something though; a memory or an item...some people have lost senses. Like payment, kind of.

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