Kalysto was already running when Desiree teleported him. He took another two steps and promptly fell over onto his face. He groaned up at her and stood up again, dusting himself off.
“Next time you do that, warn me, huh…?” He sighed as he looked at Rhyderi, then Sub-Lt. Kalysto. “Huh, yeah. It’s like I’m looking into a mirror.” He eyed the sparking device in the duplicate’s hand and groaned. “Fuck… you’re not a goddamn Mage, are you?”
Sub-Lt Kalysto was yelling now. “I’m hearing what you’re saying to him because you’re talking to me! How dumb are you? GOD!” He glared at the other Kalysto. “No, I’m not a mage. Why the hell are you wearing that big blue dress for? And if it’s not a dress… it’s certainly the gayest looking robe I’ve ever seen.”