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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 she's going to be boring like that, he's just going to leave also.

He mutters under his breath and turns to leave as well, making his way carefully over the ice. Just in case she were to turn back around, she wasn't going to let herself be amused by his falling down.]

[He knows Asch is digging for information, but it seems like he's not going to get any. Trying to dig when Sync is already in a bad mood isn't the best idea anyway.] No, he hasn't. I thought you told me not to talk about Auldrant with him. Or about the future, anyway.

[The ice cracking was a good enough indicator, to Sync, on how much force Mewtwo had packed behind that punch. He jumps once, twice, but slips on the slick surface. He does fall, but uses that momentum to roll out of the way--

At least, partially. His balance was knocked off slightly when the force caught his shoulder. He was knocked back a little, but scrambles back up as quickly as he could without slipping again.

That meant that he probably wouldn't be able to use his Fonic Artes, unless he timed it just right...]

...Tch. It's not like I'd ever expect you to listen to what I say anyway. [Still, he got his answer- or two potential answers, anyway. Either Van hasn't said anything, or Sync's been told (or is simply disinclined) to keep it to himself. Duly noted.]

At least you're not that stupid. [Just keep wondering, Asch. He's not going to tell you either way. You'll have to figure it out yourself.] You're smarter than your replica.

[Probably not, no. Mewtwo fights up close, leaving little delay for anything that needs charge time. He follows up the blast by darting forward and swinging down at Sync with his weapon, the giant psychic-spoon that he had formed while the boy was busy regaining his footing.]

[Well it's a good thing that he doesn't rely completely on that. He keeps moving when the spoon--what the hell, a spoon?--comes towards him. If he were to let himself get smacked with an eating utensil so easily, then he wouldn't be much of a fight, would he?

But he doesn't jump backwards this time, instead he goes forwards, towards Mewtwo. He jumps again, starting a backflip with the intent to catch the Pokemon on the chin with a kick.]

[Mewtwo flips the spoon across himself to block the hit, intending to catch Sync's leg on the weapon and throw him down the street.]

["That stupid"? Jerk.]

Don't act like it's some sort of surprise. I've always been smarter than that dreck.

But why not? Why can't you find a reason worth living for here? A reason to live for yourself?

[The same issue all replicas seem to deal with at one point or another...]

What's the point? I won't be here forever. Not like it'd matter whether I was alive or dead at home.

[Yup pretty much...and this one's just avoiding it.]

[Jerk is Sync's middle name!]

That's up to opinion. [He can think of some pretty stupid things you've done, Asch.] I wouldn't agree with you.

I suppose you're entitled to your opinion. Even if it's wrong.

[They have such a wonderful working relationship.]

It would matter to me.

[And it had mattered: the first and only Ion ever cried back home was when Sync "died." Even if Ion wasn't there anymore now...]

You matter to me, Sync.

[Sync's thrown by Mewtwo, and slides slightly as he lands. When he regains his balance, he moves away from the Pokemon, watching him intently.

This definitely wasn't like anybody else he had fought at home.]

I'm not the wrong one here. You just don't want to believe it.

[Don't they? He has the best relationships with everybody.]

Don't lie.

[HANGING UP NOW bye again Ion!! :D]

I'm not--!!

[...lying. Of course Sync matters to him. What reason would he have to lie about something like that? It wouldn't accomplish anything.]

[If Sync didn't matter to him, if he didn't care, why would he be having this conversation?]

[Sigh.]

[Aaand now Ion's just. Going to go for a walk to clear his mind. Yes, it's icy out, but he doesn't particularly care. So long as he's careful and takes it slow, he shouldn't have too much trouble making it around the village. If he sticks to the areas that were still a bit snowy, it shouldn't be an issue!]

[And the cool air was a bit calming... unfortunately, that means he's not really paying much attention to anything other than the ground and his own thoughts.]

[A perfect target.]

[Going to back off now? Mewtwo takes the hesitation to stand up straight and tall, shoulders back and eyes glaring down as fake he takes two threatening steps forward.]

[Yeah, whatever you say, Sync.]

At least I'm not the one acting like a child in the middle of the town.

[Yes just brush the little bugger off. It's okay.]

I'm not acting like a child. [Of course he's going to deny it.] It was just a piece of loose ice.

[Liar, he fought to get that thing "loose".]

[He's not about to back up, he's thinking on how to keep the Pokemon away from him.]

You're not intimidating me, you know.

[And he's still standing there once again, not bothering to move at all.]

[Sync's still being slightly immature as he's roaming around the area. He's still fuming to himself over the conversation he'd had with Ion...

and lo and behold! There's his replibro now, looking...as blank as ever.

So you know what he's going to do? He's going to gather up some more ice and throw it in his direction. Whether it actually hits him or not, he doesn't care - he just wants to knock Ion out of his daydream.]

Hmmf. You will go away from here.

[Advancing again. Back the fuck ooooofffffff obnoxious greenthing.]

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