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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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[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!

[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!

[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!

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.]

[His fists shake at his sides; Sync is certainly succeeding with the antagonizing, and Luke looks about like he wants to land his fist squarely in the other's face. That urge definitely wouldn't be so bad if it weren't Ion, but seeing how it is...

He shuts his eyes and turns back to Ion, still tensed, then tilts his head to keep talking to Sync. He's staying alert, just in case Sync uses that opportunity to attack.]

I'm not going to fight you, so just get out.

[He doesn't use that opportunity, not yet, even though it would've been a good one.]

I know you want to, though. I did just push over your precious Fon Master, after all.