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[It had actually been a few days since he'd come back to Luceti. After his initial rage, he had just decided to stay out of the way. He didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to deal with anyone...

But that, of course, wasn't going to last forever. He couldn't get things he needed without going in public, which meant running into people he didn't want to run into.

Ion in a wheelchair, though...that was something he didn't expect to see. There was a moment of "was it really him?" But it was completely impossible to mistake Ion for someone else; because really. He was him, in a way. Brothers, a twisted idea for a family, whatever.

He was quiet, when he approached him though. Ion seemed to be minding his own business--it would be so easy to do. And the temptation was pretty much overwhelming. How could he pass this up, when the opportunity was right there, as if handed to him on a silver platter?

Hopefully he just won't get grounded this time. ~~YOLO!!~~

He creeps up behind Ion, bent on making it being a surprise, really. Sync could be quiet when he wanted to be; so hopefully he wouldn't be caught.

3...2...1--AND there he goes, tipping Ion out of his wheelchair in as swift of a move as possible. He laughs as he does so, mischief glinting in his eyes.

Okay, maybe he had kind of missed messing with Ion. Help the poor soul?]

((ooc: ion and sync will both be responding to this! characters can intervene right after Ion falls or while Sync is destroying the wheelchair (which will be happening as well). Just specify when!

edit: ALSO i didn't specify but Sync is in fact wearing a mask. So characters might not know immediately that he and Ion resemble each other.))

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[Oh, he's not hurt. But the look on his face as the chair breaks apart is clearly one of devastation. How was he going to get around? How was he going to even function now? There's no way it could be repaired... would he have to spend the rest of his days confined to a bed until this illness finally took him...?]

[All those thoughts and more course through his mind, until Mia stands between Sync and him.] ...M-Mia?

[Perona's eyes dart between Ion and this other boy, curiously noting the similarities between them, though she says nothing at all, and her muted confusion and surprise is short-lived. She can get her answers from Ion after, once his lookalike is taught a valuable lesson in manners. And sees all too well that the Ghost Princess almost always gets what she wants.]

Can't I? What makes you so sure I'm not capable enough to put you in your place, little boy? ...You're not very smart at all if you begin to underestimate me. Now I'll ask you again - pick him up and apologize for what you did. ...Otherwise bad things may happen.

[Perona can see Cerberus from where she is, or the looming shadow of the beastly canine, lurking close by, and prowling ever closer. She lifts her head, to inform him to be ready for her cue.]

[There's a rush upon hearing Ion speak, Ion himself, not Sync mimicking his voice and making Anise upset. And that makes Luke all the more determined to get in between them, and once he does, Luke face Sync, eyes hard with anger, fists curled into white knuckles. He doesn't have a sword, but he's 100% up for a physical fight. Luke has never been afraid of starting them or ending them. Especially when he's seeing a dear friend, a friend he last saw dead.]

If you're looking to start a fight, you've got one right here, Sync! If not, then walk away.

[Yeah, this isn't a cute and cuddly Sync--

...But can they really be cute and cuddly?]

Too bad. Guess you'll have to figure out how to get around some other way, then.

[And...he's going to start focusing on a special arte, just for the chair. Isn't he sweet?]

[Sync is...carefully just going to make sure that spear doesn't come anywhere near him. And he's hyper-aware just in case another one of the brigade showed up too. They won't get him off guard again!]

Yeah? Are you going to do anything else but attack while my back is turned, though?

[Call him stupid or not, but he might just be trying to provoke Jade. Again.]

[Sync backs up slightly when Luke gets in between himself and Ion. It's not that he's intimidated really, but he's going to allow some space to defend himself in case Luke actually does do something with that anger.]

Why would I just walk away? That'd be pointless.

[BRING IT.]

[Ice. Well, that was different.

Regardless, he's going to keep his guard up. You...never know with these people, sometimes.]

Because I could. What are you going to do about it?

[He's not going to underestimate her, really -- but she doesn't look like much right now.

But then again, Toph didn't look like much either.]

I don't want to repeat myself - but I'm still not doing it.

[But this time he's going to start focusing on an arte to break the wheelchair...still unaware of the canine.

Oops.]

[Maybe if the malnosso made him cute and cuddly!!]

What? [Oh no.] Wait, Sync, please stop!

[Even knowing in the back of his mind that it's futile, he tries to crawl his way towards Sync, do so something to stop him.]

Not if your back is turned to leave. [After all, what would they get out of chasing him down? And besides that, it's not as though Jade could leave Ion here on the ground, helpless, while he hunts after Sync.]

[Of course, in that same respect, with Ion rather unable to move right now, Jade is stuck defending a pretty open target.] We have no reason to fight you here, Sync. You're the only one who doesn't understand that.

[Luke. Luke what are you doing. Don't challenge Sync to a fight without a sword, Sync's entire thing is hand-to-hand combat!]

Both of you, please stop! There's no reason for you to fight here!

[Not in a million years would Ion expect Sync to just comply with a request like that, nor would he really want him to -- the last time Sync got close enough to grab Ion, he tried to strangle him. That's not something Ion is just going to forget, after all. He shakes his head, speaking up quietly.]

I-It's all right, he doesn't have to-- [His eyes wander from the chair back to Sync, and then all at once turn to panic.] S-Sync, what are you doing?

See that you stop causing harm to defenseless people this instant. "Because you could" is a child's answer.

[Luke turns his head slightly towards Ion, though he doesn't look at him. He does, however, heed his words enough to get a grip on the situation; that's right, Sync could beat him easily in hand-to-hand combat. Much as Luke hates to admit it.

Still, he takes a step forward.]

Get out of here! Now!

[Well that would be different...and weird.]

Ground Dasher!

[He doesn't even listen to him, naturally, and just watches with glee as the earth destroys the wheelchair.]

You can't do anything to stop me. You never can.

[If anything, Sync becomes more stubborn when Luke steps forward. This time, he doesn't step backwards. Because he's got this if Luke throws a punch.]

Yeah? That's all you're going to do? Pathetic!

[Perona has no idea what he's doing, but she can tell it's nothing good. Magic, right? That stuff's never made any lick of sense to her - despite the numerous things in her world that shouldn't have sense either. Devil Fruits, and even her darling pet that's stalking closer, can be explained - magic isn't as easy. So that's probably why all bets are off, and she's taking action now.]

That's enough, you green monkey! Cerberus, it's play time! Try not to break this toy too badly, all right?

[Beckoning with a finger, she motions for her dog to come. And come he does - charging like a bull, all three heads snarling and howling. The distance is short, and each gaping maw is poised to clamp down on any inch of flesh that's near enough.]

Maybe you should have taken that into consideration beforehand. [It's a small village Sync, word gets around fast and with Ion in this condition, it really should be no surprise. Weren't you more clever than that?

Whatever the case, she's already made her way to Ion and is rapidly glancing back and forth between him and Sync, trying to make sure the former is okay while the ready to defend him against the latter.] If you wanted to keep your arrival discreet, this is hardly a good way to do it.

[He's barely able to finish the spell, crying the name of it ('Ground Dasher!') before he hears the dog charging towards him. There isn't near enough time to get completely out of the way of a three headed dog, and if that arm that he's trying to get out of the way is close enough go for it, Cerberus!

He should've kept his guard up -- he'd been too caught up in destroying the wheelchair and being generally awful.

Stupid!]

Oh, there are a number of distinct attack possibilities. Rest assured, I'll be all too glad to let you watch me make waste of you if that's such a concern for you. [He says casually as he twirls his spear around and steps cleanly between Sync and Ion. That would mean that any of Sync's potential attacks would be going in the same direction as Ion, but it also meant that Jade could try to defend anything that could be sent towards Ion regardless.

And then he stops his twirl, holding the spear rigid, as his glasses gleam]

But the fon master is right. Now that you're stuck here as well with no chance of any fruitless victory, why don't you just crawl into some hole to waste away like your compatriots?

[Ion looks all right -- there's a scuff on his cheek where his face made contact with the ground, and aside from the odd angle he's sitting in because of his legs, he doesn't seem hurt.]

[But what he does look is frightened. Even with Tear here, Sync is still too close for comfort, and Ion just can't seem stop shaking. It wouldn't take much for Sync to finish him off right here right now if he wanted to, with how weak he's gotten these past few months... and much like his feelings towards his increasingly severe illness, he certainly doesn't want to die here either.]

[Sweet Yulia did she just command her giant monster dog to treat Sync like a chew toy she did.]

[But as terrible as Sync is and as terrible as Ion feels, seeing his wheel chair crumple at the call of Sync's spell... well. He doesn't want to see Sync get eaten by a three headed dog. Not at all.]

M-Miss Perona, wait! Isn't that a bit excessive?

Luke! He's just trying to antagonize you! [Kinda like what he was doing to Ion, right? Though "trying" may not be the right word here, given he certainly seems to be succeeding.]

[Ion's heart sinks into his chest when the chair shatters, metal twisting upon metal and breaking apart. He stops moving and for a moment, just appears to wilt onto the ground, head bowed. But when he speaks, he doesn't sound sad -- his hands are balled into fists on the ground, shaking.]

...why. Why would you do something like this? What are you even hoping to accomplish?

["A child's answer" probably wasn't too far from the truth. Sync's anger was rather akin to a child throwing a tantrum, and Ion often wondered if his way of thinking about the world stemmed from being forced to shoulder so much pain so soon after being born.]

[Not that it gave him an excuse, of course.]

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