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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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You might not feel like you need it, but there's nothing wrong with accepting help from someone when they offer it to you. Besides, it'll be quicker this way. [Then you can get away from Ion.]

[He's trying to be reasonable, really. Ginji looks briefly confused at Ion's choice of words, but then it dawns on him. And he nods.]

I don't mind at all, but I'm not sure what would be easiest. I could probably carry one of you on my back, but I'm not sure if I could manage with both of you guys [It is guys, right?] at the same time.

[Yeeeah, Ion may be trying his best to be a friend to Sync these days, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't still be wary about, you know, putting him that close to a good friend's neck. Especially when Sync is being so pissy. ~~Not that it's any different from how he usually is...~~]

...I'll be fine until we make it to the clinic. We've both been able to walk this far by ourselves, after all. I'm sure just having another arm for him to lean on would suffice.

[And, then to Sync:] As soon as we get you to the clinic, I'll leave. I already told you, I'm not going to leave you behind.

He's always weak.

[It might be slow going for him, but maybe he'd be able to walk by himself at this point. He wanted to get away from both of them...from everyone.

Just stooop trying to be nice, guyes.]

I can walk myself. Help Ion. ["And go away" isn't said but definitely implied in his expression.]

Maybe not to you people, but I don't need or want help.

[Too bad Sync's bent on being unreasonable...

He looks at Ion out of the corner of his eyes, and scowls.] And then I guess you still won't listen to me when I say to leave me alone.

[Honestly. He could deal with this. It was getting out of hand enough as it was.]

[Consider that scowl at the Original saying to him "apology not accepted."

But he changes the topic before Sync could even speak up. So instead of speaking up again (in which he'd probably get ignored), he falls into a broody silence.

He's just going to let Ion explain it. He's not about to answer any of the Original's questions at this point anyway.]

They all thought I was you, so I guess they didn't see the need to.

[He should be irked about being mistaken for his replica, but he's satisfied instead. That means it's perfect, just as planned. Although, he has a feeling it'll get tiring later on.]

[Man. If this isn't the picture of two siblings with clashing opinions. The one's even more unreasonable than Asch on a bad day...]

Then look at it like this: we're not helping you, we're doing what's necessary.

[Ginji somehow doubts anything he says is going to help, though, and finally he sighs. He'll leave the rest to Ion.]

That's fine, too. And actually, I might be able to lend both of you a hand that way. Just let me know when you're ready to leave. [His eyes dart back in Sync's direction. This is going to be harder than he expects, isn't it?]

[It felt good and right, hugging Ion like this and having him reciprocate. It isn't until this moment that she realizes how much she had missed him.]

It's okay. I won't let them hurt you like that ever again.

[But even as she says the words, Anise realizes that she might not be able to keep her promise, with Luceti's unpredictability. But she'll try. Nobody would hurt Ion here, not if she can help it.]

[ Yeah well you may be ignoring a fellow replibro but Kohan isn't. He startles forwards and moves to help steady Ion.

And no he's mostly trying to get Sync to not hate it here, but the stubbornness isn't too surprising. You really are just like he was dude. ]

Might happen anyway. This place has a way of getting to you.

[ And then softly, to Ion, ]

You alright?

[Ion knows all too well just how hard a promise like that is to keep, but somehow when he hears it from Anise, he feels he can believe it. Despite everything that's happened, here and on Auldrant, he trusts her. He trusts her so completely it's probably erring on the side of foolishness, but he trusts her all the same. And when she says she's going to protect him, he believes her.]

[Or perhaps it's simply knowing that if she can't protect him, he could never hope to protect her.]

[He doesn't respond right away, only holding her more tightly and closing his eyes. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft; very nearly a whisper.]

Thank you, Anise.

Oh, we're not-- [And yet Sync didn't deny the remark... perhaps it was just easier to call each other siblings than to try and explain otherwise?]

[Or maybe Sync really was just too exhausted to get mad about it. Now that was concerning! ...well, at least he still wasn't too tired to complain about it.]

...I'll be fine. I told Sync I would help him to the clinic, and I intend to get him there. I should be able to make it that far...

Yes, I'm all right. Just... a bit dizzy.

[Kohan's help is more than appreciated, and he might just hold onto his arm to keep himself up. He takes a deep breath, and then lets go to stand unassisted. But despite his claims, it's probably rather obvious that he's much more tired than he's trying to let on.]

[But hey, given his only other choice is to leave Mister Crankypants behind, he's not exactly going to back down here.]

I see... [Clearly they should wear sign markers over their heads to keep them from getting confused... though you would think anyone who knows Ion well enough would notice if he suddenly became shorter. ~~#replica problems~~]

Sometimes the Malnosso will kidnap people for individual experiments in addition to the ones that occur throughout the village. Sync and I were both kidnapped and were only now just returned to the village. That's... why we're both like this. The effects should wear off in a week or so.

Edited 2012-04-11 07:47 (UTC)

[Dist does return, to both check up on Ion and to get himself a bite of food and toss out some crumpled up work papers. Of course, he's been doing some research on matters concerning him and his immediate attention, so the waste in his bin is...fairly excessive. Perhaps burning it would be more efficient than simply tossing it. The information is relatively secretive, so--

Dist casts a glance at Ion from the corner of his eye, the movement catching his attention first. Did he not sleep well? Honestly, that boy... Dist said for him to call if he needed anything. A sleeping aid does indeed fall along those lines! Ugh, really...this is becoming most troublesome. Dist doesn't need any more stubborn people in the house. He's well to do with the ones already present.]

Fon Master, are you...all right?

[It was a little hard for him to ask for help when he was asleep. It just wasn't restful sleep. Even now, he still seemed to be dozing, his eyes closed. Though given his expression, chances are he's not having the best dream right now. Thankfully, Dist's voice is enough to pull him out of it. He cracks open his eyes and peeks up at Dist, giving only a small sleepy-sound in affirmation before starting to sit up.]

[And no, he hasn't realized yet that neither blanket was covering him. Nor that he has something worth covering there.]

Edited 2012-04-12 22:58 (UTC)

[He's not going to waste his breath on someone that isn't going to listen. So he just falls into a huffy silence, looking down and away.

Leave Mister Crankypants, that's all he wants. Take your band of merry men and go awaaaay.]

[Great, so if they all get markers above their head, would Sync have 'Mister Grumpypants' above it?

Anyway--]

It better...

[He doesn't want to be a girl forever, okay.]

[ Yeah no dude. Kohan turned into a Heartless going down the road you seem to be headed, and that was not a fun trip.

He gives Ion a moment to make sure he's not falling over before directing attention back at Sync. Alright, let's see if he can get both of them to the clinic without some horrible critical failure. ]

Can you stand?

[When Dist moves closer to Ion, possibly to help with the blankets and make him a bit more comfortable (by probably telling him he should be in an actual bed) he has to pause a bit. Er, ah...aha, that was just a trick of his eyes, right? Dist blinks several times, and ignores it - purposely keeping his eyes on Ion's face. Score, the Malnosso were up to that level of nonsense again, weren't they? Rrrgh...

It's a lot harder, to hide the creeping blush spreading up the back of his neck and cheeks, as well as the growing stutter, but Dist tries. he does! This is just never something he can easily get his head around. I-It's such an invasion of...p-privacy! And so...so--something! It was just not right to alter someone's body like that! And not just because they did it to him once. x| Totally not!]

Ah...Fon Master, w-would you like to m-move to your bedroom? I'm certain you'd be f-far more comfortable!

I see. So nothing was wrong with... [Clearing his throat softly. Shh shh.]

Are you two going home? If so, perhaps we could walk together for a little bit. I'm going to take a look into the library before I go to find Arietta.

[Ion's probably not going to help matters at all by reaching up to rub his eyes with one arm and streeeetching the other with a soft yawn. He looks back at Dist with a confused and sleepy smile. Why did his face look so red? And wow, he was stuttering a lot. Why, it's almost like he saw somethi--]

[Waitaminute.]

[DEAR LORELEI NO.]

[Ion quickly reaches down for the blankets and pulls them up higher, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling his knees up with a sharp gasp. But it's all in vain, and he knows it.]

[The temptation to hide under the blankets is overwhelming but he fights the urge.]

...you saw, didn't you?

The sooner we leave the better. If I rest for too long, I'm sure I'll start falling asleep... [There's a weak attempt as a laugh before he moves to stand, swaying only a moment before finding his balance.]

[And then he looks back at Sync, his voice softer and more gentle, even if it probably won't have any difference.] Can you stand on your own, or do you need help?

[Ion turns back to Sync as well, waiting to see if he'll be able to do so on his own before offering to help.]

[...or, you know, insisting his help should Sync just refuse to stand.]

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