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→ 002; [voice]
Oct. 11th, 2013 11:07 pm[Guess who's actually doing a network post on his own free will, for once? That's right. This kid. But ever since he'd come back from his kidnapping, he'd been feeling a little bit...off. It wasn't something he could really place, though. Not yet.
He needed a distraction. One that isn't trying to pick a physical fight with people because that never seemed to end well here. If he's already not feeling on the top of his game it's going to end even worse than usual.]
What's the point of friendships?
[There's a bit of a pause, before he tacks on:]
Don't give me that warm and fuzzy stuff, either. I don't want to hear it.
[Well, that was short and sweet enough. He's just. Going to end it here.]
He needed a distraction. One that isn't trying to pick a physical fight with people because that never seemed to end well here. If he's already not feeling on the top of his game it's going to end even worse than usual.]
What's the point of friendships?
[There's a bit of a pause, before he tacks on:]
Don't give me that warm and fuzzy stuff, either. I don't want to hear it.
[Well, that was short and sweet enough. He's just. Going to end it here.]
→ 001; [action]
May. 20th, 2013 10:57 pm[It had actually been a few days since he'd come back to Luceti. After his initial rage, he had just decided to stay out of the way. He didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to deal with anyone...
But that, of course, wasn't going to last forever. He couldn't get things he needed without going in public, which meant running into people he didn't want to run into.
Ion in a wheelchair, though...that was something he didn't expect to see. There was a moment of "was it really him?" But it was completely impossible to mistake Ion for someone else; because really. He was him, in a way. Brothers, a twisted idea for a family, whatever.
He was quiet, when he approached him though. Ion seemed to be minding his own business--it would be so easy to do. And the temptation was pretty much overwhelming. How could he pass this up, when the opportunity was right there, as if handed to him on a silver platter?
Hopefully he just won't get grounded this time.YOLO!!
He creeps up behind Ion, bent on making it being a surprise, really. Sync could be quiet when he wanted to be; so hopefully he wouldn't be caught.
3...2...1--AND there he goes, tipping Ion out of his wheelchair in as swift of a move as possible. He laughs as he does so, mischief glinting in his eyes.
Okay, maybe he had kind of missed messing with Ion. Help the poor soul?]
((ooc: ion and sync will both be responding to this! characters can intervene right after Ion falls or while Sync is destroying the wheelchair (which will be happening as well). Just specify when!
edit: ALSO i didn't specify but Sync is in fact wearing a mask. So characters might not know immediately that he and Ion resemble each other.))
But that, of course, wasn't going to last forever. He couldn't get things he needed without going in public, which meant running into people he didn't want to run into.
Ion in a wheelchair, though...that was something he didn't expect to see. There was a moment of "was it really him?" But it was completely impossible to mistake Ion for someone else; because really. He was him, in a way. Brothers, a twisted idea for a family, whatever.
He was quiet, when he approached him though. Ion seemed to be minding his own business--it would be so easy to do. And the temptation was pretty much overwhelming. How could he pass this up, when the opportunity was right there, as if handed to him on a silver platter?
Hopefully he just won't get grounded this time.
He creeps up behind Ion, bent on making it being a surprise, really. Sync could be quiet when he wanted to be; so hopefully he wouldn't be caught.
3...2...1--AND there he goes, tipping Ion out of his wheelchair in as swift of a move as possible. He laughs as he does so, mischief glinting in his eyes.
Okay, maybe he had kind of missed messing with Ion. Help the poor soul?]
((ooc: ion and sync will both be responding to this! characters can intervene right after Ion falls or while Sync is destroying the wheelchair (which will be happening as well). Just specify when!
edit: ALSO i didn't specify but Sync is in fact wearing a mask. So characters might not know immediately that he and Ion resemble each other.))
→ 004; [action]
Aug. 2nd, 2012 08:32 pm[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.
HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--
Anyway.
He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.
But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.
However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...
He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?
Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.
Wait, yes he will.
...Engage at your own risk?]
HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--
Anyway.
He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.
But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.
However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...
He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?
Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.
Wait, yes he will.
...Engage at your own risk?]
→ 003; [action]
Mar. 20th, 2012 01:20 pm[For anyone walking along the village today, they might come across a rather strange sight. Two girls who look like they could be twins walking towards the clinic, with one hanging onto the shoulder of the other... or rather, one being held up by the other. And “she” doesn’t look too happy about it, either. But when is that one ever happy, really?]
--I swear, once these stupid drugs wear off-- [“She” started, blinking as if trying to get the effects to go away. Of course, it wasn’t going to work. It had taken a lot to sedate Sync, surprise surprise.]
It’s only a little bit further until we reach the clinic. [Ion all but ignores the attempted threat, keeping “her” voice soft in the hopes of keeping Sync’s temper at bay. Not that there’s much “she” could do to Ion in this condition.] Are you tired? We can stop and rest for a little while if you’d like...
I’m fine. [“She” snaps.] I don’t need your help at all. [Even ignoring the fact that “she” can’t walk in a straight line at the moment, which was why Sync was even depending on Ion to walk at the moment. It’s not like “she” wanted to, but at the moment it was inevitable.]
[Ion only sighs, once more ignoring Sync’s words and stopping at the nearest bench. Sync may still be far more affected than Ion, but that didn’t mean Ion wasn’t feeling tired as well.AND SYNC WAS A FATTY SO HE WAS HEAVY....
...HEY NOW IT’S MUSCLE OR SOMETHING OK. Sync sits with a sigh as well, not exactly fighting it for once. Even though Sync had said it wasn’t needed, “her” body was saying the exact opposite. As much as “she” wanted to get away from the whole situation, there was no way Sync was going anywhere fast.]
[Anyone out there want to help two “girls” in distress? Or, alternatively, anyone who actually knows them might see fit to realize those “girls” are not normally supposed to be girls...]
--
( Ion separate )
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( Sync separate )
--
( ooc note )
--I swear, once these stupid drugs wear off-- [“She” started, blinking as if trying to get the effects to go away. Of course, it wasn’t going to work. It had taken a lot to sedate Sync, surprise surprise.]
It’s only a little bit further until we reach the clinic. [Ion all but ignores the attempted threat, keeping “her” voice soft in the hopes of keeping Sync’s temper at bay. Not that there’s much “she” could do to Ion in this condition.] Are you tired? We can stop and rest for a little while if you’d like...
I’m fine. [“She” snaps.] I don’t need your help at all. [Even ignoring the fact that “she” can’t walk in a straight line at the moment, which was why Sync was even depending on Ion to walk at the moment. It’s not like “she” wanted to, but at the moment it was inevitable.]
[Ion only sighs, once more ignoring Sync’s words and stopping at the nearest bench. Sync may still be far more affected than Ion, but that didn’t mean Ion wasn’t feeling tired as well.
...HEY NOW IT’S MUSCLE OR SOMETHING OK.
[Anyone out there want to help two “girls” in distress? Or, alternatively, anyone who actually knows them might see fit to realize those “girls” are not normally supposed to be girls...]
--
( Ion separate )
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( Sync separate )
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( ooc note )
→ 002; [filtered voice/open action]
Feb. 22nd, 2012 10:36 pm( private stuff here. )
[And that was that.
He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.
Thinking in general made him more and more mad.
There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.
Stupid place.
Stupid fruit.
Stupid Ion.
All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.
Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.
Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]
[And that was that.
He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.
Thinking in general made him more and more mad.
There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.
Stupid place.
Stupid fruit.
Stupid Ion.
All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.
Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.
Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]
→ 001; [voice]
Jan. 19th, 2012 10:34 pmWhat?!
[He's not really aware that he was being recorded - sure, he'd been messing with the journal, which is probably why it's recording right now. But he's more shocked about the fact that he's alive again.]
But why? [Silence again, for a few minutes as footsteps get farther and then nearer to the journal again.] I was supposed to be--
[Dead.]
This is so pointless!
[He pauses one last time, and then decides that kicking his book would do him good. There's the sound of his foot making contact with it, and then the sound cuts.]
[He's not really aware that he was being recorded - sure, he'd been messing with the journal, which is probably why it's recording right now. But he's more shocked about the fact that he's alive again.]
But why? [Silence again, for a few minutes as footsteps get farther and then nearer to the journal again.] I was supposed to be--
[Dead.]
This is so pointless!
[He pauses one last time, and then decides that kicking his book would do him good. There's the sound of his foot making contact with it, and then the sound cuts.]
abilities here I guess.
Jan. 6th, 2012 02:59 pmReaper’s Toll: A martial arts attack that when used, the person holds his palm out to the enemy. A blast comes from it, and pushes the enemy away.
Dragon Shot: As it’s described in Tales of Eternia, it’s a martial arts attack that makes the enemy get blasted into the air with a powerful eruption.
Turbulence: A spell that creates a surge of wind that swirls around the enemy, lifting them off the ground.
Thunder Blade: A spell that summons a large sword of lightning from the sky, striking the ground. It then releases a static shock around the area.
Ground Dasher: A spell that causes jagged rocks to come from the ground that rise and fall.
Harrowing Gale: An attack that causes Sync to surround himself with fonons and start to punch and attack rapidly. He throws the enemy into the ground, and after more kicking and punching, he throws them back to the ground.
Akashic Torment: A hand is slammed to the ground, causing a fonic glyph to appear. The glyph forms a tower of energy and attacks anyone within range.
Dragon Shot: As it’s described in Tales of Eternia, it’s a martial arts attack that makes the enemy get blasted into the air with a powerful eruption.
Turbulence: A spell that creates a surge of wind that swirls around the enemy, lifting them off the ground.
Thunder Blade: A spell that summons a large sword of lightning from the sky, striking the ground. It then releases a static shock around the area.
Ground Dasher: A spell that causes jagged rocks to come from the ground that rise and fall.
Harrowing Gale: An attack that causes Sync to surround himself with fonons and start to punch and attack rapidly. He throws the enemy into the ground, and after more kicking and punching, he throws them back to the ground.
Akashic Torment: A hand is slammed to the ground, causing a fonic glyph to appear. The glyph forms a tower of energy and attacks anyone within range.
