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[Filtered to Ion:]

[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[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.]

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[If Sync wants an honest answer, he'll get one, but Ion knows it might end with a journal slammed in his face again.]

I only said it because it's the truth. I want to talk to you, Sync. I want a chance to get to know you. A chance for us to try and understand one another.

A chance we never had back home.

[Oh, how touching. If he was the type of person, he would've felt some sort of kawaii sentimental feelings towards the fact that Ion wanted to be bffs with him.

Too bad he's not that sort of guy.]

There's nothing to know about me. I told your friends already - I'm empty.

[He's getting close to slamming the book in his face, though...]

[Try him, Pao-Lin. He would dare you to - he hasn't had a good fight in a while.

Well. Since he died anyway, oops.]

Worse things happen every day. How about you just be grateful it hit your leg and move on with your life?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

[He would laugh. You should do it, Asch--I mean.

He's walking carefully as well, not wanting to fall down either. That would be the last thing either of them needed, right?]

I was bored. [Because that should explain everything, right?] I can't help it that it hit a window.

[Attitude is Sync's middle name.]

You can't give me orders. [100% mature here, too.] Now get out of my head!

[He's not in your head, calm your butt, jeez.

Mewtwo doesn't say anything further via telepathy anyways, but narrows his eyes a little and straightens up, With his head andand shoulders held high and his stare intent, he takes a few steps towards Sync, attempting to loom threateningly and maybe scare the attitude out of him.]

[He can't help but wince at those words. Empty... it just sounded so sad.]

That's not true. I may not know you very well, but I know enough to know you're not empty, Sync. You're your own person, just like I am.

[Pao-Lin huffs, and proceeds to do just that! Looks like you're gonna have to get your fight another day, Sync.

Unless you did something like provoke her by kicking another piece of ice at her or yelling some other insult at her or something. But you wouldn't do something ridiculous like that, would you?]

Everyone says that, but it's not true. I was created a piece of meat. A stepping stone for you.

I was supposed to die. I am dead. When I leave here I'll return to that. And you know what? I'd rather it be that way.

Don't talk about yourself like that. [They've had this conversation before, haven't they? Only moments before (as far as Ion believes) Sync was brought to Luceti. Mercifully, there's no edge for Sync to throw himself off of this time.]

You're more than that, Sync. The circumstances of your birth have nothing to do with it. You're Sync. You have a name and a self that's uniquely you... how can you deny that exists?

[He's had this conversation a few times, actually. He's just too hard headed to actually take any of these people's advice in.

Of course.]

It's all a fake. It's a fake name, a fake identity, a fake self. I was a replica, just like you were. It just so happened that I wasn't good enough.

A replica like me isn't supposed to exist.

[Oh look, he's tossing more ice that he had started to gather. His hands were getting cold, okay?

It's not necessarily in her direction, and if she decides to act on it she can. If she doesn't? Either way, it's not his problem.

Maybe we can just say it's his last act of defiance, to see if he could get her worked up again.]

[Yeah, well it's a jump but it's what he thinks it's going on. But when Mewtwo steps forward, Sync straightens up and holds his ground. There's no way he's going to let anyone intimidate him. If he was going to be intimidated of people bigger than him he wouldn't have gotten anywhere, right?

He narrows his eyes, his fingers curling into a fist. Do you want to try him? Do you?]

[Why, yes. Yes, Mewtwo is feeling territorial enough as of late that he is willing to push the issue.

And so he continues to stride forward, giving a low, rasping growl. He tosses his head forward slightly, gesturing - something along the lines of go on, get out of here.</>]

[No, he's not going to get out of here. Sync maintains his ground, still not even bothered by Mewtwo. See, he's taking on Luke and his band of Merry Men before, he can take on a...

Whatever you are.]

You can't make me go anywhere.

[Mewtwo snorts and raises his hand, lazily flicking his wrist in Sync's direction. He should feel a nice little psychic warning shove to the general chest area.]

Eventually you'll figure out how to keep yourself occupied around here. [He pauses, and then, in a voice that's trying to sound disinterested-] Van isn't keeping you busy?

But you do exist. You have a life here. A second chance!

[Somewhat softer, and more hesitantly:] ...we both do. It doesn't matter that we're replicas... because we're so much more than that. We're people, just like everyone else.

[He feels that little shove, and he does get knocked backwards...slightly.

Instead of getting angrier, he's going to smirk. He was thinking that Mewtwo was all talk and no action, but this was going to get interesting.]

Is that the best you can do?

Maybe. [Highly unlikely, at least that's what he thinks.] I don't have to be around Van all the time, you know.

Because I was being used as a puppet! I was only kept alive because someone needed to use me.

[...Ha. Hahaha. Hahaha.] Maybe that kind of thinking works for you, but it doesn't work for me.

[Absolutely not.

Mewtwo glares at Sync coldly - well, you asked for it - and unleashes the same attack. This time it's not a warning shove, but a concussive blast of air and energy that cracks the ice on the street around it and slams towards Sync with the force of an oncoming car.]

No one's saying that. [He's just being nosy. He hasn't seen Van for a while, so he's starting to get concerned. Being sent away on that recent mission didn't help his overall village communication, though. ...And speaking of nosy...] Has he mentioned anything about his plans for Auldrant?

[When that second piece of ice zips past her, she whirls around with an angry snarl on her face. She looks like she's about to say something (What is your ~~fucking~~ problem?!), but she clamps it down. She knows your trollish kind; she's had to deal with that sort of thing before.

So with one last glare, Pao-Lin goes on her way. There are better things for her to do.]

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