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[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...]

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[Once Ion’s left Sync in the clinic to rest up, he’ll start making his own way back home. Only this time, he’ll be putting a bit more effort into concealing the little change the Malnosso decided to stick him with this time around... not that it’ll be very difficult, of course, given he is Ion. He’ll probably be walking a little unsteadily until he finally makes it back to House One, whereupon he’ll try to quietly make his way back to his room so he can curl up under the covers and sleep for awhile.]

[Of course, someone is free to intercept him, either to help him back home or greet him upon his return. Though he might be a bit more stand-offish than usual... and you would be too if you woke up as the wrong gender today.]

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[Well finally, the rest of the drugs have worn off, and Sync’s back to his normal self -- personality-wise, that is. Everything else...has gotten him into a bad mood. Now that he’s not so sedate as he was earlier, he’s much more prone to losing his temper on anyone and anything he comes across. Kicking a puppy? Yeah, that’s what he’d like to do right now. He is slightly satisfied about the coat that Ion gave him, but there’s no way he’ll admit that ever. Just less embarrassment for him later, right?]

[He’s also making his way back home, hoping to just sleep off this curse Luceti brought on him. Maybe...maybe it’s just a bad dream.]

[But he’s pessimistic enough to know that that’s not even true, so he’s not going to bother hoping for long. Run into him? Good luck if you choose to...]

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((ooc note: Please note in your subject line whether you’ll be running into Sync and Ion in the beginning, or either of them separately! Keep in mind three-way threads may move slower than others because timezones are a jerk. Or you can run into both separately, because this is funny ok ok.))

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If I do that, you'll be all by yourself. That doesn't seem like such a good idea right after a kidnapping. [And who's to say that she'll go to the clinic at all after being left to her own devices?]

[Ginji turns his attention back to Ion, as if waiting for some sort of instruction. Neither of them seems to be in the greatest of shape - Ginji's no stranger to the signs of fatigue. A worried frown plays on his face.] The clinic's still a bit of a way from here... [At least for two... (...) young people who are worn out.]

Then you better not forget again.

[he's getting cold too, but he'd rather not show it.] But I'm just repeating myself. I'll let you off this once, but if you do it again you'll be sorry.

Go away.

[Now that his anger was subsiding a little, he realized that the longer he interacted with Mieu, the more likely he would find out about his...predicament.

Oops.]

...What won't be necessary?

[What are they up to...?

Any more anger at this point, and he'd probably spontaneously combust. So maybe they should watch out for that.]

[At least Florian left the subject alone, he guessed.

So he's just going to stay quiet now, for once. What a shock, right?

Just don't expect it to be for too long.]

Handlers. [He's straightening up a little and glaring at the Original, with a look in his eyes like I can take you, runt. Not that he could do anything substantial right now except a punch in the face, but...] They were handlers when you were there too.

[And somehow, Ion sticking up for him only made his temper worse. Even though he had done it in his own way a few moments ago, that didn't mean that he was weak enough to warrant Ion doing the same for him.]

I can defend myself. [He didn't want either one of them to think that even though he's drugged, he can't handle the jerk in front of them.] I don't have to listen to you at all.

[...Okay, Kohan. He doesn't really understand what you're trying to do here, unless he's trying to go down Ion's route of ~love everyone~!

In which case, he'll definitely refuse that. Sorry.]

I'm so happy for you. If you're trying to change me, it's not happening.

[Also kind of ignoring Ion's staggering over there. Sorry bro.

Now it's Ion's turn to be ignored, at least by Sync. Which really isn't anything new.]

He's weak.

[Hey, it was an honest answer at least. No matter how ill-natured and blunt it came out to sound like.

That's the way it always was.]

[He keeps his gaze averted, even she she sits down. But he will glance over, just for a moment, so he can find and take her hand in his own. It's always been difficult to talk about this, and not even the passing time lessons the pain.]

It happened... not too long before you came to Luceti. I was still in bed recovering the day you arrived. [It had been the first time he'd been outside and walking around since it happened. He'd just been too excited to see Anise to care about how tired he still was.]

You're familiar with... the drafts, right? The ones organized by the Malnosso to fight the third party. [His voice shook a bit at the word, almost as though just saying it had become difficult. He gives Anise's hand a small squeeze.] They've never given us much choice in terms of who is sent out and who isn't. Even though I can't do anything to help fight, I've... been sent twice.

O-okay. Thank you, I'll never do it again, Sync.

[And he's going to fly away now...except not. He stops and turns around.]

You should probably be inside, though, you sound really different when you talk. You might be getting sick.

[And he's just. Going to turn back around. And hopefully fly away.]

Thank you. I should be all right with this. [And he'll just smile before nestling down into the blankets and hoping, perhaps in vain, that the effects of the kidnapping don't last much longer.]

[He'll sleep for a few hours, finding that it's rather difficult to get comfortable when your whole body feels uncomfortable. He's tossed and turned so much, one of the blankets it down on the floor, and the other looks soon to follow.]

[Will Dist come by and check on his before he catches a cold!?]

[Sync's just gonna have to accept the fact that people will want to help him!]

[Though, the fact that he looks so moe when he isn't scowling, what with being a Fon replica and all, probably doesn't help...]

Actually, if it isn't too much trouble, would you mind helping us the rest of the way? Sync is a bit worse off than myself so I've been helping him, but I'm not sure how much further we'll be able to go...

[And yes, he said him.]

[Well hey, at least Sync would be easier to transport if he were Asch. ~~GET IT GET IT I'm funny dammit.~~]

Ah... Mewtwo is offering to help us to the clinic, but...

[Sob, he's so tired, but he's not going to just leave Sync behind.]

[Florian, this is why you're his favorite fon replibro. Even Sync is being quiet now!]

[So maybe they can just go the rest of the way to the clinic in peace! And then they can throw Sync on a bed and Ion can collapse in a corner somewhere to sleep...]

[So says the guy who needed help just to walk here, uh-huh. But Ion's not going to deny it. He knows his body is weak, after all.]

Yes, I'm all right... I guess I'm just... not used to doing things like this. That's all.

[Now that she thinks back, Ion had seemed a bit sick that day. How could she not have noticed?]

Ion...That's horrible. I should have been there to protect you.

[Ugh, thank yous. It made him feel as if he did something nice.

So between that and the comment about his voice, his temper flares yet again.]

Just go away!!

[And he might be picking up a rock and throwing it at Mieu. Sorry about that...]

[He doesn't want to do that, though!! He wants to be a brat and sit out here in the cold and rain all by himself, okay? Just give him that at least!]

I don't need any help! Just take the stupid Fon Master.

[And he'll be going...somewhere else, later.]

It's all right. I... I'd never want you to have to go through what I did, Anise. [The hand holding onto Anise's is shaking. Despite everything they faced on Auldrant, nothing could have prepared him for that feeling, that pain, and not knowing whether or not your last breath could be you final one. Not even his actual death could be comparable to how agonizing it was, waiting with Asch until they could find someone to help stop the bleeding...]

...it was my fault. I wandered too far by myself, and I paid for it... with one of my wings. [Any close to the left and he'd have lost them both in one swing -- a fatal blow even outside the barrier.] If it hadn't been for Asch showing up when he did--

[He can't finish that sentence. It's not even that he can't bring himself to say it, though that certainly is a large part of it, but... so far as Anise knows, Ion's life has never been in danger to such a high degree before. Even when he was being kidnapped, it was always by people who needed him to be alive. Perhaps it was that knowledge that made him so reckless at times.]

Ion...

[She doesn't know what she can say. She's a failure as a Fon Master Guardian, even in Luceti. What if Ion had gone on the last draft and she hadn't been allowed to go...? Why can't she ever do her job properly? Anise hates seeing Ion being put into danger. But she hates this feeling of helplessness just as much.]

[She still doesn't know what to say. But maybe she doesn't have to say anything.]

[Hesitantly, she leans over to give Ion a quick and awkward little hug. It's the closest she's been with him since his failed confession.]

[Awkward. That's about all these two have been around each other, even this long after Ion confessed to her how he felt. Would that feeling ever really go away? He's not even sure whether his recent kidnapping effect has anything to do with it or not, for how they've been around each other all this time. But right now, Ion wants nothing more than to just wrap his arms around her and stay there until he can get a hold of himself. Just thinking about the drafts was enough to make his face go pale, and even now that shaking was slowly making its way up his shoulders.]

[But he doesn't do that. Instead, he simply leans into what little embrace he can get, murmuring a few small apologies -- for what? upsetting her, perhaps -- and closing his eyes. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He wasn't there right now, he was here. Anise wasn't there to protect him before, but now she was!]

[But who would be there to protect Anise? Him? When the only thing he could do was get in the way...]

Don't apologize. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong.

[Why had all these things happened to Ion? It's not fair. He's such a good person, helpful and optimistic and naive - ]

[He doesn't deserve any of this. A sudden wave of guilt almost causes Anise to let go, but it feels so nice to be close to Ion again and she doesn't want them to grow distant again. Not yet.]

[She's such a selfish person.]

[It's almost strange, isn't it? Both of them feeling selfish for wanting something they both want. Romantic inclinations aside, Ion wants nothing more than to be close to Anise to again. She has always been his best friend. And he hates that things were still like this between them. If only he hadn't told her-- ...but there was no reason to think like that, now, was there?]

[But this... perhaps this was something they needed. Ion hated keeping secrets from Anise. He kept so many from her for so long, and it was never until he told those secrets that he realized how badly he wanted to say something. Even now, he was keeping secrets... and he knew she was as well. Secrets he already knew about. Secrets that only served to draw them further apart. And he hated it.]

[He can hear that pain in her voice, and he can't stand it. It was pain she was feeling for his sake, a pain he's been trying so hard to hold back ever since she arrived. The scars of that draft ran far deeper than what could be seen on his skin. But despite that pain, and seeing Anise taking part in that pain for him... it felt good. Sharing some of that heavy burden with someone he cared about so much...]

[And it was just enough for him to throw aside any concerns for how awkward things might still be between them, how awkward things could still become between them, and finally reach up and pull Anise into an honest-to-goodness hug.]

My apologies, to the both of you. ["The both of you" as a courtesy, nothing more; he's only apologetic that Ion had to see that sort of thing. He doesn't care much for Sync, who he gives a quick glance over and decides that a change of topic is in order.

And what better topic than their feminine state?]

Did something happen to make you both girls?

I do not think it weak to be ill affected by what the Malnosso do to people, personally, but.... be careful.

If you cannot go further, I can take your sibling in and come back for you, if you would like?

[Wow, more like the worst topic. And here Ion though at least he was wearing enough layers to hide it! At the very least, the topic change is enough to leave that previous "trash" comment forgotten for the time being... if only because this was rather embarrassing.]

A-Ah, that's... has anyone explained the Malnosso's kidnappings to you, yet?

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i hope you're feeling better too! \o

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i'm feeling much better now o/ thank you!

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