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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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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.]

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...]

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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.

[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?

[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?

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

["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.]

[Who knows. Being thrown into a volcano is a pretty traumatic thing, after all.]

Again I ask, what are you going to do about it? Do you really think that if you just ask nicely, I'll behave like a good little boy?

[That would be the safer option for everyone involved.]

Despite your behavior, I don't want to get into a fight with you. Leave now before it happens, and stop bullying sick people.

[Well, that might have answered one of Sync's questions as to why Ion was in the wheelchair in the first place. Though hopefully that remains the extent of his knowledge. Ion didn't want to think about how Sync might abuse the knowledge of Ion's potentially impending death -- he wouldn't put it past him to try antagonizing the others with it, or worse, deciding to speed up the process for him... Sync was just too unpredictable.]

[Though still shaken, he manages to speak up.]

Please listen to her, Sync. Nothing good will come from you fighting here.

Sick people?

[He raises an eyebrow at that a little bit, but still doesn't budge. He's just going to cross his arms and still remain pretty darn stubborn.] One of you are going to have to make me move, if you want me gone so badly.

I would prefer not to have to hurt you, but it seems necessary to stop you.

[Which means! She extends a hand to cast Halt on him, which should freeze him there safely for a short while.]

[Did Sync really think Ion would have been in a wheelchair if he wasn't actually sick? Sure, he was always weak, but...]

[He's not sure what the outcome of a fight between these two would be, but he certainly doesn't want Mia to get hurt for his sake.]

[At seeing a spell, he tries to move, thinking it'll be an attack.

But instead, he finds himself frozen in mid run, almost looking like he was thinking about rolling from the spell.

Too bad it's kind of hard for a spell like Halt to miss.]

[Well. That worked nicely. Mia turns to Ion, frowning.]

We don't have a lot of time. Are you hurt?

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