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[trashed]

[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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[trashed]

[HUFF. He doesn't want to go there either.]

...So you're going to defend me? [Okay, that earns a laugh from him.] I'd like to see that.

[personafalsify]

[ No but at least he might be less upset at Ion for sharing that information.

He gives a hesitant glance to Ion. This feels... a lot like looking at himself two years ago. ]

It's... [ For a moment, he's not sure if he should say it. ]

It's easier to be yourself here. Than it was back home. At least, it was for me. [ Not that he expects that knowledge to help or anything, but hey it might be a small comfort somehow. ]

[distressedude]

You're not the only one who can use Daathic fonic artes.

[He frowns, then glances over his shoulder.] But rather than let it come to that, I think it would be best to just help you leave sooner instead of waiting.

[trashed]

Yeah, yeah...

[Huff.] If you're so worried about it, then go.

[distressedude]

But you're the one I'm worried about.

[Not budging!! Sync you could be eaten by a bear or worse, come on.]

[distressedude]

...that's right.

[Hey, they'll listen to him when he's saying things worth listening to! Like right now. Because the last thing Ion wants to do right now is explain what really happened to them.]

So there's nothing to worry about.

[distressedude]

[As tempting an offer as it is to not have to walk the rest of the way, Ion isn't really looking to do something that might make Sync even more upset. The drugs could only contain so much anger, after all.]

A-Ah, please wait a moment. I don't... think that will really be necessary...

[thinglike]

Mieuuu...I really meant it...[Sob. This Cheagle is getting cold from the rain.] I only thought you were Florian because I forgot you were here.

[antlioncyclone]

[Mewtwo stops and gives Ion an uncertain look.

Child you are in subprime condition what do you mean you don't need help.]

[its_rose_damnit]

[Sorry, Ion, but your poor attempts at covering yourself aren't going unseen by your present caretaker. Thankfully, though, Dist doesn't make the immediate connection to any, er...changes, and simply furrows his brows. What's the Fon master hiding there? If he's injured, Dist needs to know - it's not like he wouldn't easily aid the boy if he simply asked for it! And didn't he tell Ion a moment ago not to hide or lie about his health? Rrgh...]

Fon Master...you're certain you're not injured? You seem to be concentration a lot of attention to your chest. Are you in pain? Did the Malnosso harm you?

[distressedude]

[...was he really found out so easily? Dist must have a radar for these kinds of things! Then again, he was asking if he was in pain... maybe he still hadn't noticed? Ion would much rather save them both of the embarrassment of him finding out, but... lying was harder when he felt this tired.]

Not at all. I'm just still a little cold, is all. [...] Actually, if... it's not too much trouble, could you bring me another blanket?

[Perhaps conceding that he did need some help right now would be enough get Dist to trust him that he wasn't hurt! ...which he really wasn't. He was just a lady now.]

[distressedude]

[Well, in that case they should reach the clinic after a walk filled with awkward and angry silence! But Ion won't stop until they're actually in there and can get Sync somewhere he can lay down and rest for awhile, if only because the moment Ion stops, he's not going to want to move for awhile. Even with Frey's help, he's out of breath once they reach the clinic.]

[Sob, he wasn't built for this...]

[distressedude]

[As if Sync needed a reason to be upset at Ion. He hates the guy just for existing... literally, in fact. Ion had never been very specific on where he and Sync stood when talking to Kohan, other than to mention that they never quite saw eye-to-eye...]

[Of course, even that's a bit of an understatement. And especially given how Ion's previous conversations with Sync had gone in regards to this topic, he's not so sure now would be a good time to try and recreate them.]

[He stands, quickly-- and then just as quickly sways and staggers a bit. Ooh, way to go.]

A-Ah, perhaps it would be best for us to head to the clinic now. I'd hate for either of us to catch a cold from being out here in the cold...

[failguardian]

[Maybe she shouldn't ask. She's probably forcing Ion to relieve some memories he'd rather not touch again. But curiosity is a powerful motivator, as is concern and the desire to fix things. And she can't help if she doesn't know what had occurred.]

Then...when? What happened?

[distressedude]

[The memories are only half painful. The scars up front, the least so. But the one on his back...]

...it was a little over a year ago now. I was kidnapped by the malnosso, and they did some sort of experiment on my voice. I couldn't talk for almost two weeks afterward.

[He'll just leave out the part where he was left out in the snow, nearly bleeding to death. He places his hand over his neck.]

They didn't completely heal the wounds on my neck when they brought me back to the village... but the ones they did left scars. That's where I got these.

[positivelycharged]

[Contrary to popular belief, Florian can...sometimes...tell when people don't mean what they say. Sometimes.

This may possibly be one of those times.]

....If you say so.

sorry - i got hit pretty hard with a cold soon after i started hiatusing ;;

[telefononhold]

[Okay, Sync. Hello.]

I am the Fon Master, replica. [Ooh, such a cold voice.] Of course I would have guardians here, although I suspect you've only heard them as handlers. Useless trash deserve nothing more than that.

[Ah, but, where was he? Ion, dear replica.] She was one of the first to greet me, thankfully. In fact, she escorted me to the clinic to get checked out. She's such a kind girl.

[falenandawn]

[When he notices Ion's exhaustion, he'll stop for a moment, a look of concern on his face. At least the other was cooperating, but.....

She looked almost ill. An effect of the drugs the Malnosso gave people, perhaps?]

Are you alright....?

Awww, don't worry! I hope you're feeling better! <33

[distressedude]

[...wow, okay hold the fon here. That was bad and I should feel bad but I don't. What did he just say? Ion may not be completely lucid right now, but he's fairly certain he heard that right. There was something... surreal, hearing that not only in his own voice, but from someone who looks far more similar to himself than Sync did. And he's just going to butt in before Sync gets the chance, ignoring those latter words directed at himself because what.]

Please don't talk to him like that. He has a name. It's Sync.

[That previous feeling of uneasiness was only increasing, now. Why would he say something like that? It sounded so cruel...]

[failguardian]

Ugh...I'll kill them! [Her hands tighten into fists as a surge of protectiveness overcomes her. Why is she so powerless here? Ion had suffered enough back on Auldrant...It isn't fair that he had to go through the same here too!]

I can't believe they-- What's even the point of doing that?!

[distressedude]

I wish I knew. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me if there wasn't any point to it. [His gaze falls and he shuts his eyes, gently shaking his head.]

...but it's all right. I'm just glad you haven't had to experience anything like that. [Not this time. Not yet. How depressing, that such thoughts were just a part of life in Luceti? As much as he wants to be able to protect her, as much as he knows she wants to protect him...]

[But it wasn't just the Malnosso, was it? There were even worse things in this world to worry about. The hand that had been on his neck trails over to his shoulder. Even after all this time, it was still a little stiff to move it.]

[failguardian]

[She spies the movement and moves forward slightly, as if she could help by just being near.]

So...what about your back?

[distressedude]

[Ion stays silent, eyes still unable to look up at Anise directly. The hand on his shoulder grips his shirt. He had to answer her, didn't he? And a part of him really, really wanted her to know. It was just one more thing he was still hiding from her, wasn't it?]

[He hesitates, then pats a spot beside him on the bed. He's still not looking up. It wasn't a question of whether he wanted to tell her or not... it was question of whether he could.]

Would you mind... sitting next to me, Anise?

[failguardian]

Of course. [She lowers herself down gingerly, feeling the situation to be too tense to be broken with a joke or nervous laughter.]

Take as long as you need, okay?

[its_rose_damnit]

[Dist narrows his eyes after Ion makes his request, but doesn't say anything more than a grumbling of "very well". If the boy really didn't wish to speak of it, he can't force him to, and really doesn't want to anyway. Even so...he can't help but be concerned. Hopefully nothing is too wrong with Ion that would warrant any immediate medical assistance. He truly did just look cold and tired, so...

Dist returns after a minute or two with another blanket, and drapes it over Ion carefully and quietly. After that, though, he makes to leave.]

If you're comfortable, I'll leave you to rest now, Ion. If you require anything at all, you need but ask. Rest well.