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One Rose Petal Falls - [Action | Accidental Voice]

[One of the newest arrivals finds himself laying face first on the cool forest floor, groaning. His body ached all over, but Dist was sure that came with being shot at by a monstrous replica. One that he himself had unleashed. Ugh, what an idiot he was, to let himself grow so desperate and crazed and release that thing, only to have it kill him in the end. That had broke much more than just a few ribs. ...Well, at least it's not raining.

The white haired man musters up all the strength he has remaining and pushes himself up into a kneeling position. He removes his broken glasses and 'tsks' at them. Useless... The glass was broken. Damn that...that impostor! Dist winces and massages his chest. Most of the pain was fading there, but, oddly, his back hurt the most.

Before inspecting why - he just tacked it on to being dead - he cranes his head up and looks around at the trees around him, scowling.]

Tsk, this isn't exactly what I had envisioned of Hell. Fire and brimstone and all that... Agh, damn this pai--[Dist hisses and recoils his hand quickly as it passes over his shoulder and brushed up against his wings. His eyes widen and a bitter smirk spreads on his lips as he looks over his shoulder and spies his wings.] Well, now. This certainly is a surprise. Someone's idea of a joke, perhaps, if even Hell won't take me.

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[Speaking of hell, where the hell did that voice come from? Dist jumps and winces at both the pain in his chest and his back as his wings ruffle. Damn, that hurt! He looks around, not spotting the journal just yet. His voice is wary and withdrawn as he replies. Dist's not exactly keen on voices either watching him or in his head.]

Perhaps, perhaps not... It is no business of some unnamed voice whether I have sinned. [And he'll quickly cut to the chase, still looking around, narrowing his eyes.] Who and where are you?

My name is Winry, and as for where I am...

Do you see a book around you?

[He hesitates before answering. Well, if he was dead, why the hell not? It's not like anything else could happen to him, right?] ...Dist the Rose.

Yes, I see it. [It takes him a moment, but he picks the journal up and inspects it. It had his name on it, his real name. ~~And it didn't look a thing like his Revenge Journal.~~ That was just strange. Dist isn't liking this. Why would he have a journal if he was dead?]

Dist, where are you? In the forest?

It works as a communication device. Like a telephone, if you happen to know what that is.

[The fact that she knows his name throws him for a loop. For a moment, he actually seems to snap out of his lackadaisical mood and stare forward in confusion.] ...Yes, I am. How do you know me?

[Because even if many people do know of him, it's never on friendly terms. He's not exactly an easy person to get close to, nor was his reputation that wonderful. Brb, flipping through the pages of the journal. He doesn't know what a telephone is, but cool, a piece of technology he's not accustomed to.] Fascinating. How does it work? Perhaps small fontech devices interlaid within the fron and back cover, but then how would the sound be transmitted? The seventh fonon, perhaps? ..Hm, it's doesn't seem very special. If I had my tools--

Do you hear or see a stream nearby? Or any other landmarks?

It-- I'll explain later. In person.

[Dist decides to listen. He's not exactly keen on meeting a young woman - or at least that's what she sounded like - without proper attire, but he does want to get out of this forest, and get some answers.] I can hear water...a lake. There's a stream flowing from it.

...Fine. Do be quick, and bring me a coat, if you could. A large one. [Rather demanding, isn't he?]

[He waits dutifully, and looks away once she nears, subconsciously covering his chest. He's really not comfortable with people seeing his body, ugh. Especially people he doesn't know, and she happens to be a woman, too. This was in rather poor tastes.

Dist snatches the coat quickly from her and pulls it on. It fit well enough, even if it was a little short. Dist's a pretty tall guy. And it's not like Dist would mind her forgetting. As far as he knows, he's never met this girl before, nor has he ever been here before. One thing's for certain, though - he's pretty sure he's not dead.]

...Thank you. Now, tell me what you know.

You're welcome. Let's head toward the village.

And there's a lot of information, please tell me what you want specifically first. I'll fill in the holes from there.

[Well, he's not exactly keen on being half naked, much less in front of someone...who happens to be the opposite gender. Yeah, just...no. The sooner he can find a nice suit, the better. He follows, looking none too happy with this ordeal.]

Tell me how you know me, first. And what exactly this place is - I need more confirmation. Also, why I have wings suddenly sprouting fro my my back.

You were here before, and we both lived in the same community building at the time. I know it sounds hard to believe, but it happens. No, you won't remember it. Almost nobody does.

This place, Luceti, is what some people like to call a cage or prison. We're kept here like lab rats for people called the Malnosso. The wings are superficial, and mark you as a citizen here. You also should have a bar code on the back of your neck too.

[Dist listens, and makes various faces at her explanation. He was here before? No...that's not possible. He had no recollection of it. But she just said he wouldn't, didn't she? Hm.] All right, then...assuming that is correct. What...what was our relationship?

[That honestly shouldn't sound so awkward. Dist fidgets and looks away, his hand subconsciously running to the back of his neck and rubbing there, as if he could feel the bar code.] So our being here holds no other purpose than to be experimented on By these Malnosso people? And no one has stood up to them? That's rather counter productive, if you ask me.

Huh. That one's a bit difficult. Maybe not friends, but... We lived in the same Community Building. You showed me a bit of your work with F-font-... something. It was pretty interesting, actually.

It's not that we won't stand up, it's that we can't. A lot of abilities here seem to be weakened, and we live inside a barrier. There might be a bigger purpose we don't know about yet. A war is going on, and they're drafting some of the people here.

You've seen my fontech? [That honestly makes Dist actually begin to pay closer attention to her words. He was looking rather bored before. But now he seems a little more interested. Fff, and she really thought it was interesting?! Epic ego boost.] O-Of course it's interesting! There's no one on Auldrant more knowledgeable in terms of fonon technology than myself!

[Oh, damn, that certainly killed his high. Dist huffs, and loses his enthusiastic demeanor rather quickly.] I see... That would put a damper on a rebellion, of course. But, depending on our numbers and the strength of the fighters among us, we may stand a chance. Of course, that all depends on if we have information of these Malnosso peoples' strength and if they have some kind of military force to aid them.

There's also something else I know about you that I think you deserve to know.

I'm not really sure on most of it, truth be told. I'm not a fighter, or part of any military. I'm only a mechanic.

[He looks around for all of five seconds before his head snaps back towards Winry and he narrows his eyes. That's...really poor word choice, but you're caught his attention. He doesn't care about her other words, much too focused on these words. Just how much does she know about him?]

...And what would that be?

Dist, I know your other name.

[He can easily put two and two together, and stops when she does. At least he doesn't have to hide anything, but Dist has to wonder just how much she knows. He's not really sure how to feel about this.] ...Go on.

But you weren't the one to tell me, so... When I mentioned you to someone else, they used your other name. That's how I know. I won't call you by it, if you don't want me to.

...If my name is all you know, then it's fine. I'd prefer you not use it, but if that's all, I'm not too upset. [He hoped that was all she knew. If someone opened their mouth and said anything else...well, he couldn't be too upset with her, but it'd be troublesome. His secrets were his to tell or keep.]

everything is free here. You'll be able to find residence in one of the Community Buildings, or move in with someone you know. There's also a building in which you can pick up groceries.

[Move in with someone he knows? He'd really rather not. There's no one here he'd want to live with ~~except Gelda and maybe Nephry, but that'd just be too damn awkward and he can't stand Peony.~~ Besides, Dist likes his privacy. Community building it is, then!]

Can you direct me to a place where I can get a decent set of clothes, first? It's not exactly my preference to be dressed like...this.

Sure, I can take you there.

Thank you. [And he'll follow, of course, absently looking over his shoulder at his wings. Seriously, these things were going to be really troublesome. How the hell was he going to get his shirt and coat on?]