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[trashed]

[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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[Action]

[distressedude]

[WHAT WHAT WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY IS THE WORLD SPINNING WHAT]

[That's about all Ion manages to think before he topples onto the ground, landing right on his face. He doesn't even know what to think when he hears the laugh, his mind jumping to Florian at first instead of Sync. But why in the world would Florian do something like--]

[And then it clicks. Before he even has the time to lift his head off the ground, legs still laying limply beside him, he realizes just who the perpetrator was. But even when he turns around and actually looks, he doesn't quite believe it.]

...S-Sync?

[Action]

[trashed]

[Because of a big grump named Sync, that's why. Who isn't quite grumpy again yet but y'know. He'll enjoy his brief period of happiness, right?

When he says his name, he smirks a little bit.]

I knew you were a weakling, but I didn't know it'd gotten so bad that you had a wheelchair. Do you really need it?

[Maybe he should break it...]

[Action]

[distressedude]

Why would you... when did you get back?

[There's little point in asking why since it's already well-established that "because he's Sync" is a legitimate answer to such a question.]

[And of course, the last thing he's going to do is answer Sync's question. He's just going to try and look like he's intentionally staying down on the ground rather than doing so because he has no choice, yep.]

[Action]

[trashed]

[Good, at least you're learning something Ion. :|b]

Does it matter? I'm just glad I was able to stay away from you people until today.

[And that was only because he saw an opportunity. So neither of them are going to answer questions, huh?

He puts a foot on the wheelchair, and raises an eyebrow.]

You didn't answer my question.

[Action]

[distressedude]

[No confusion stemming from the "back" comment seems to answer his unasked question -- so this was the same Sync who was here before. Somehow, that just puts Ion more on edge than he already was.]

...the Malnosso did this to me. I wouldn't have it if I didn't need it.

[action while destroying the chair Sync hdu]

[seleniahymn]

[Tear had made it a point to start being closer to her housemates since coming back from her mission a few days ago, but it still takes some time for her to realize what exactly was going when she overhears the commotion. It sounded like Ion, and with two green-haired people she almost thought one was Florian.

Destroying Ion's chair. But haven't they–

..

.....

Dat mask.] Sync!

[action] Tear > Ion > Sync

[distressedude]

[Perhaps the only thing worse than finding yourself totally defenseless was to find yourself both defenseless and unable to escape. Though the inconveniences of Ion's chair had always been apparent, it was only now that he considered the actual danger involved, being unable to defend himself in a place like Luceti.]

[Before, this was just a terrible inconvenience. Now, it was terrifying. He couldn't run away. He could barely crawl, his body only just strong enough to hold himself up. And as the chair crumpled down into a mess of metal and rubber, he fell back to the ground, his arms having shifted to shield himself instead.]

[Really, it's a wonder his neck doesn't snap for how quickly he turns when he hears Tear's voice.] T-Tear!

[trashed]

[It was such a good feeling to break the wheelchair, but when he hears the all too familiar voice, it begins to fade slightly. He turns where Ion is looking, and he straightens up a little, though still slightly defensive in case he needed it.]

I didn't expect one of you to show up already.

[seleniahymn]

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.

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade sees Ion on the ground and Sync in the process of destroying the wheelchair. It's a particularly cruel act, but one that gives Jade time to do some charging while watching the wheelchair being destroyed.

First he whispers to himself.]

Oh mighty explosion...

[And then he shouts out with more rage.]

Energy blast!

[It's directed straight at Sync - maybe the wheelchair will be damaged more, too, but it's already being broken and replacable anyway. Ion luckily has the protection of a friend mark.]

jade > sync > ion

[trashed]

[Sync, for all his speed, was so caught off guard by the shout of the spell that he didn't have time to react. The attack hit him in the back and he went flying forward, on top of the remains of the wheelchair.

Ow.

He rolls off of it slowly, onto his hands and knees as he shakes his head to shake it off. He looks up in the direction the spell had come from, and gathers himself up into a standing position once again.]

Isn't it cowardly to attack when your opponent isn't paying attention? [He'll be feeling that tomorrow, but he won't let on. Nope.

But he may be trying to think about what to attack Jade with, regardless.

Also he's a hypocrite here but that's nothing new.]

[distressedude]

[Friend mark or no, Ion still shields himself when the attack happens, half anticipating seeing Sync fly into his direction. Though part of him wasn't even expecting to see Sync get hit -- was tormenting Ion really so distracting for him? Honestly.]

[But despite the on-going tension between Ion and Jade as of late, Ion still feels a wave of relief hit him when he arrives. Still, if he can do anything to prevent this from becoming a full-scale fight, he'll give it a try.]

You're hardly one to be saying something like that. You pushed me out of my chair when I wasn't looking.

[Though still feeling a mixture of fear and frustration, being stuck here on the ground unable to flee, he sounds angry. And even in Luceti, that was uncommon for him.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade doesn't prepare a counterattack yet, but his spear is out and at the ready. He looks positively livid at first, but he gives a devilish smirk at Ion's comment.]

Ion's correct. I believe that, as cowardly as my action of pragmatism could appear to be, it's quite a few rungs up the ladder from attacking a wheelchair-bound pacifist.

[action]

[fabrecation]

[It had only been about an hour or two since Luke also returned to Luceti. He'd been found by Asch, and he'd caught up on most things (a lot of details were still fuzzy and all) as well as gathered a couple of things from him.

He's just heading to his apartment - just to look at it one last time, just to see if there's anything else left - when he sees what's happening. Just the sight of Sync makes an uncomfortable feeling sink into his stomach, born from an event that his mind deemed too awful to remember.

It makes Luke grit his teeth, and though he's a little too late, he quickens his pace until he's running to the both of them.]

Sync!

[action] luke > sync > ion

[trashed]

[Sync looks up when he hears his name -- and backs up slightly. He's ready to either fight or run for it if he sees the need to, because who knows what they're going to do since he tipped the precious Ion.]

Of course the brigade starts coming.

[It's more of a growl to himself, because really. He can't get away with nothing, can he? :|]

[action]

[distressedude]

[Seeing Sync had been shocking enough on it's own. Ion has no idea how long Sync's been here, potentially hiding and only now choosing an opportune moment to cause mischief. But it was just a possible he only just arrived with the new cycle, right?]

[But when he hears Luke's voice, head turning to look in his direction, his eyes widen and his jaw drops. If not for the stinging pain on his cheek where he made contact with the ground, he might have believed this all to be a dream.]

Luke? When did you...

[action]

[fabrecation]

[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.

[action]

[frost_jewel]

[She really did just watch someone throw Ion out of his chair and onto the ground, didn't she?

And now, as she hurries their way, that same person is trying to break the chair itself?

She just wanted to make sure.]

What do you think you're doing?

[action] Mia > Ion > Sync

[distressedude]

Sync, please stop! [There's so little Ion can do from down here, practically begging Sync not to destroy the chair -- which, for all it's reminders of his ever worsening illness, remains his only means of getting around the village. There's an edge of desperation in his voice.]

[He almost doesn't notice Mia right away, too focused on trying -- in vain -- to stop Sync.]

[action]

[trashed]

Ground Dasher!

[The spell went into effect as Mia made her way over towards him, and as the Earth came up to shatter the chair, he looks over at her.]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[Kicking a puppy bullying a Fon Master that he hates oh-so-much...]

[action]

[frost_jewel]

Attacking and insulting someone who did nothing to you and can't fight back.

[A layer of ice washes over the ground between this new boy and Ion, as though to keep one away from the other. Mia steps in front of Ion, too, looking back for a minute to make sure he's not hurt.

Then she faces Sync again.]

How could you? Leave him alone and go back to wherever you stay.

[Action]

[hollower]

[Wow, this is so many levels of not okay. Perona's not too close to the boys, but close enough to catch a gander at what just went down - and it happens to be someone she knows, if only in passing, one time. He was a nice boy, though. Cute, sweet, and polite - hence why seeing him, when he was even injured - being picked on is so very not okay.

Perona's behemoth of a pet is walking along side her, about the size of a large and powerful horse with a lot more girth, saddled with her daily shopping bags. He, too, can see the things going on, and all three of his heads lift their lips over sharp, pointed teeth. He senses his master's mood, he knows there's going to be an order to attack, and he's ready to obey.

But instead she instructs him to take a less direct approach. Stalk first, go around from behind or one side. Creep up and hide quietly until he's close enough for Perona to call on him. She will be the one to be direct. Because, even she has a rather intimidating presence, as she walks calmly up to the duo, eyes narrowed.]

...Pick him up. And apologize. [Now.]

[Action] perona > sync > ion also wow i'm late my bad!!

[trashed]

[Sync looks up at the voice. And for someone he hasn't even met before -- not that it would matter -- she was trying to boss him around?

Yeah, that doesn't work. He doesn't like to listen to people. In that case, what he says next shouldn't be much of a surprise to Ion at least:]

You can't order me to do anything.

[Action] RUDE SHANNON!!

[distressedude]

[Not a surprise at all, no. Sync is predictable in all the wrong ways, it seems.]

[Ion feels a bit of relief upon seeing Perona -- knowing that Sync might be less inclined to do something worse to him with a witness around. Of course, aside from knowing Perona has a rather scary looking pet, he doesn't know too much about how she'd fair is Sync decided to attack both of them.]

[He doesn't say anything yet, instead looking back at his chair and hoping Sync doesn't make good on his threat to destroy it yet...]

[Action] seriously, I mean wow.

[hollower]

[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.]