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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.))
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[But he can't just wait until he figures it out himself. Whenever that would be.]
...have you heard about the sort of... changes the Malnosso are capable of making?
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He's still...trying to get control of everything again.]
...Changes? [His eyes narrow, and he struggles to sit up--
Nope, too dizzy. Just going to stay here for a few minutes. Hello ground, how are you...?]
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[Okay, enough beating around the bush. Hopefully Sync doesn't notice that small blush on Ion's face because that would just make this more awkward than it already is.]
...and I think they may have changed you... a little. [Just follow his eyes, Sync. Where's he looking...]
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But then he hears what Ion says next.]
...What do you mean, they changed me a little? [Does he want to follow Ion's eyes?
But he does anyway.]
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What. The--]
What did they do to me?!
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[Well, actually, he knows they did. It's kind of hard to miss that slight chance in the tone of his voice, and those curves--]
[jhsdhfkjsfd looking away now. And maybe scooting back a bit because Sync looks mad.]
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[He's trying to sit up, despite the world spinning around him. He's mad now - he's not going to let whoever did this get away with it.
Even though...he has no idea who did it in the first place.]
What happened to you, then? Did they do it to you too??
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[You'd think that'd would be something someone would just notice, but given how tired and sore his whole body felt, well... he couldn't be sure. Sync hadn't noticed either, after all.]
[Well! He remembers clearly enough that he was wearing a fairly tight-fitting shirt under his coat when he was kidnapped since the weather had been warming up a bit. So he's just going to fumble with the zipper for a moment, still facing Sync...]
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[Oh.]
[Why yes, yes they did do the same to Ion. Which should now be very apparent to Sync as well, given their proximity.]
[...and why is it the first thing Ion notices is that they're bigger than the last time they did this to him?]
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[He's looking up at the sky now, which is...very dreary looking but better than looking at his replibro right now. Zip that jacket back up, you idiot...]
So they screwed us up. How are we going to get back to how we were?
[Because there's no question it's going to happen, or he'd be very very angry.
More angry than he was already.]
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The effects just... wear off after awhile, and we'll go back to normal. Sometimes they only last a few days. [Somewhat softer:] ...and sometimes they last a few weeks.
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Wait. Did he just say a few weeks?]
A few weeks?! No! They can't last that long!
[HE IS NOT DEALING WITH BOOBS FOR THAT LONG OKAY...]
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[Except when are these two ever lucky ever?]
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[He's...sitting up now. Yes. Slowly.
He's got this.]
I'll believe that when I see it happen.
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[But even so.]
...are you going to be able to walk?
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I'll be fine. [After sitting here for a while, anyway.] You can go away now.
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Besides, I can't just leave you here when you aren't able to properly defend yourself. This forest isn't always safe.
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...So you're going to defend me? [Okay, that earns a laugh from him.] I'd like to see that.
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[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.
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[Huff.] If you're so worried about it, then go.
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[Not budging!! Sync you could be eaten by a bear or worse, come on.]