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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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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)

If it gets worse, or if you ever get hurt again, there's a clinic in the village. I could show you that too.

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