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→ 002; [filtered voice/open action]
[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.]
[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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Mewtwo stops and tenses, raising his hands. There's a moment of silence - and then a faint, hard glow falls over Mewtwo, and a strong wind kicks up out of nowhere. In another second, it's narrowed and focused and lunged for Sync, aiming on lifting him off his feet and throwing him up into the air and over the roof of the nearest house.]
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But it doesn't exactly work.
When he's thrown, he's looking for something -- anything -- to break his fall. His fingers catch but ultimately slip against the edge of the roof
stupid ice, so it's not quite as bad when he comes crashing to the ground.Except he landed on his arm. He grits his teeth against the pain as he uses his now uninjured arm to push himself up. When he does that, there's a moment where he attempts to figure out the extent of the damage. At the very least, it was a bad sprain...at the most? A break.
Great.
Well, Mewtwo got him out of the way...and he probably wasn't coming back. But don't think he forgot about this, either.]