Yes. I presume your movements are restricted by the one you mentioned still?
[He tapped his foot once against the stone of the roof he was standing on.]
...I am aware of the why. That is the problem.
Sitting on the roof of a certain structure, he answered his tomephone.
He immediately held it a fulm away from his ear to spare himself the screaming and wailing.
[Lurking.]
--not my personal involvement will improve their situation in the long term.
...obviously I would never suggest such a thing regarding...
[He grumbled for a moment. The very suggestion was unpleasant...]
They have been blamed for the actions of their clones. Their assistance in resolving the issue has been demanded by the one named Sanson.
I am considering whether or--
I mentioned it. I did say the assistant, not the assistant's clone...
[His eye twitched. His free hand clenched into a fist.]
...Rising Stones. If you intend to go, do consider what you presence would likely result in. If they assumed Achia summoned you, they may react violently.
Towards them.
...the clones, perhaps. I am referring to the real Achia. They were the one taken.
[He paused for a moment longer than strictly necessary.]
...the assistant was forced to assist a Warrior of Light, threatened at spear-point. I am permitting it for now, unless you see fit to intervene.
Yes. The clones of the assistant, and of Xande. Are you in agreement?
Skip the small talk, if you would.
The clones we discussed have been stationed around Meracydia. The intention is a war. It is being instigated by a rogue clone of the assistant.
[The sense of being watched.]
[How rare! A call from his counterpart.]
...it is me. Make yourself available.
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You would all be quite happier leaving us be, I assure you. Still, if you insist, I would welcome such able bodies as materials.
(He picked a medium-sized, reasonably shaped chunk of auracite out, then tossed it to Thancred once his hands were available.)
That is yours. You may leave.
So you are familiar with me.
(His synthetic blue irises fixed on him, examining, but if he was looking for something, it seemed he didn't find it, standing straight.)
Perhaps not. As for that one, do not attempt such a thing again.
I am not fond of threats. Assume the worst as a guarantee.
(Expectant stare.)
What pleasant weather. I hope Emet Selch is having the worst day of his life.
(Hopes this every day)
...acceptable.
(He turned his attention towards the one in the other room, watching for a moment before narrowing his eyes Ever so slightly at Thancred.)
Was there a reason for shoving them earlier.
Yes. My apologies.
(Said the least sorry man who ever lived.)
Surely you did not come to do busywork on their behalf. Have you found what you came for?
(He seemed eager to get Thancred out.)
...you are handling them too roughly.
(That wasn't Achia's voice. A much taller man towered over from behind, seemingly coming out of nowhere even with Thancred on high alert...)
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...
I would rather you did not.
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No, we're not humans.
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Extremely water-intensive.
How astute.
...you are correct, however, my interests for once are not at a detriment to you.
My reasoning is merely that Achia could use the enrichment. Of course, if you distrust me so much, I will simply find them a different opportunity.
I care not what you decide. Will you accept them or no?
...
My assistant is working on the cultivation of a synthetic alternative. I would be willing to lend them to you.
...they are apprised of the matter of mistaking you for myself, and would not do so.
(Amon...was being suspiciously generous. That was never a good thing...right?)
