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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.))
--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.
...HEY NOW IT’S MUSCLE OR SOMETHING OK.
[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.))
Both~
And one of those girls sitting on the bench looked pretty out of it. Was she sick.....?
Don't mind a tired looking, if concerned, Freyjadour walking over to check on you two.]
Are you both alright?
so Frey > Sync > Ion?
Well, his luck wasn't all that great to begin with, was it?]
I'm fine. [A short answer, said by someone who really doesn't want to deal with Frey right now.]
Yep!
[Man, Luceti is weird.]
[In complete contrast to Sync, Ion's rather grateful to see someone approach them.]
Actually, we've both just been returned from a kidnapping. We were on our way to the clinic now, but... [Well, given that Ion sounds almost entirely out of breath should be an indicator.]
\o\
Do you need healing? I am afraid I am no doctor, but I have magic that might help.....
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I don't need anything. I'm fine - I was just leaving.
[Except he's not getting up.]
1/2
[Ion's just going to turn and give Sync a look for a second. Yes, you were just leaving, that's why you're getting up right and walking away right?]
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I don't believe any healing is necessary, but we're both still rather tired. I've been helping Sync walk to the clinic, but to be honest, I'm not sure how much further I can support him on my own...
[Yes, he just said "him".]
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[Though from the protests of the other, it might not settle well with them to accept help from another.]
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If you idiots just leave me alone, I'll be fine.
[Just. Let him stagger off in his humiliation somewhere else...please?]
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[COME ON BRO, WORK WITH HIM HERE... at least he can't fight back. Poor Sync. He turns back to Frey.]
If you wouldn't mind, I would really appreciate the help.
[...emphasis on I.]
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Certainly. To the clinic, then? [he bends down, offering a shoulder to grab onto. He's not entirely certain as to how he's going to carry an unwilling person as well, but willing to try.]
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Also Sync is thinking clearly, thank you. At least...as clearly as he usually does.
Don't think he's going to willingly grab on to Frey, he'd sooner stubbornly sit out here instead of letting someone help him.]
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Wait wait don't answer that...]Ah... you're probably going to have to grab his arm for him. [...] It's a little difficult for him to move on his own right now.
[LIES.]
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If their sibling said so....
He reaches over, grabbing the stubborn one's arm to haul them up. He smiles sheepishly.] Sorry... this will be over soon.
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STOP LYING ION. Sync's going to try to get himself away from Frey, but it's...not going to work too well. Oops.]
It better be.
[NOT. HAPPY. He doesn't want to be in debt to any of you people.]
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[But enough of that, because hey, they're finally on the move now! It's easier going now that Frey's helping, but Ion is still more or less too tired to talk much while they're still walking. Hopefully they'll reach the clinic without anymore trouble.]
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Don't wonder that Frey, then it might just get more awkward. But Sync's just going to keep staring straight ahead, still looking disgusted at the whole situation.]
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[Sob, he wasn't built for this...]
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She looked almost ill. An effect of the drugs the Malnosso gave people, perhaps?]
Are you alright....?
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[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.]
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Yes, I'm all right... I guess I'm just... not used to doing things like this. That's all.
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If you cannot go further, I can take your sibling in and come back for you, if you would like?
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[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.]
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[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...