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[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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[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?]

You're welcome, Dist.

[Fortunately for Winry, Dist is a damn blabbermouth, and recalls what she said about her thinking his fontech was interesting, as well as being an engineer of sorts. Even as they near the clothing store, he has to ask.] You said before that you were an engineer, correct? What exactly is it that you do? And for a such a young lady to work with machines...I must say that is rather uncommon where I'm from - unless you were born and raised the cities where fontech is abundant.

Young? I'm seventeen now, thank you very much!

Anyway, I specialize in metal prosthesis.

[Dist smirks, and laughs quietly to himself.] You're still younger than myself. And back on Auldrant, you'd still be considered a juvenile as well.

[Okay, that definitely got his attention. Something like that has even been thought of in his world. As they reach the clothing shop, Dist absently holds the door open for her.] How...How does that work? I'd assume they function but--...could I possibly see some of your work at a later time? I'd have a better understanding if I saw it firsthand.

Oh yeah? And how old do you happen to be, Dist?

There's three basic parts. The metal skeleton, the wires, and the outer plates. All which converge at the port. The port acts as a base in which the skeleton connects, and also works as an adapter. It converts the electrical signals from the brain into a type that the wires can use. This way the limb functions as if it were a flesh one!

Older than you are~

[~~He's 33.~~ He blinks at her smile, and ducks his head. Don't think much of it, it was just how he was raised, okay?! He doesn't say anything, though, and enters after her, looking extremely interested by her words. Cue fanboy mode.] Astounding...! That kind of thing hasn't even been thought of back home--useful, practical...and surely quite beneficial. [He's almost forgotten that he was looking for his clothes, holding his chin in his hands as he thinks.] I'd love to see your work, if you'd allow me. I unfortunately don't have anything of my own to show here - though it'd be a simple task for someone like me to recreate, but I'm certain I could tell you a few things for the moment.

Of course I'd allow you! In fact I've accumulated quite a bit of prototypes to show off during my time here. Sadly I don't have any post-installment work to let you look at. And I'd love it if you could tell me about your work. I didn't quite get it the first time around.

Edited 2010-04-23 21:11 (UTC)

[Dist smirks when Winry pouts, but beams once she goes on about her work. He'll make sure to log this information in his memory before he can write it down somewhere. He watches Winry carefully as she walks backwards, making sure she wouldn't trip or bump into anything.]

A prototype is fine! I'm sure I could learn a great deal from taking it apart! Ah--of course, if you'd permit, my dear. [He bows his head a little respectfully to her. He knows not to mess with another engineer's work without permission.] But of course~! My exceptional talents and genius in the fields of fontech are unmatched by anyone else! What would you like to know?

[But, before she can ask anything, Dist blinks and spots something familiar strewn in a heap of clothes by the corner. His coat! He excuses himself politely and goes over to grab it. Oh, thank Yulia! And his red undershirt and pants, too! Hm, his tie was missing, and his shoes weren't close by, either, but those weren't as huge a matter as everything else. And he was sure to find dress shoes in his size here, there were dozens.] I'm sorry...if you'll excuse me a moment to change. We can continue afterward, Winry.

[Brb, finding the nearest changing room and getting some proper clothes on.]

[Because it's not gentlemanly for him to just be wearing white cotton shorts. Oh, and that nasty bruise on his chest isn't exactly pretty, either. Plus, Dist's really self conscious. But anyway, he dresses quickly, and grunts as he puts his red undershirt on over his sore wings. Damn, he really was going to have them tailored. How bothersome. When he emerges, Dist smiles sheepishly.]

My apologies, I didn't mean to cut you off. I-I just...ah, i-it was rather impolite of me to be dressed in s-such a manner when conversing.

Don't worry about it. But will that be okay?

[He looks down, almost thinking he forgot to button up his undershirt, and looks a bit relieved when he finds it is closed. Of course, now he's massaging his wound a little, making a face at the tiny pangs of pain. It could have been so much worse...]

It's nothing you need to be concerned over. It will heal in time.

[Her concern bothers him, oddly. Dist's not used to many people actually showing concern for him, and he eyes her a little, before looking down and handing her the coat he was lent.]

Edited 2010-04-25 16:37 (UTC)

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