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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.))
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.
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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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?
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You want me to do that, but I won't.
[The rigid spear is just a tad bit more alarming, to be honest.] And don't you think I've tried to stay away from you people? At least I did something interesting with my time this time.
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[You know. This time. It's not as though Ion can deny that he's reached out to Sync in the past -- but how could he not? Even after everything that's happened in Luceti, he still believes there's a lot they could learn from each other. They were both replicas, after all.]
I wasn't even aware you had returned to Luceti.
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[He's not willing to cut Sync any allowances. He could run off to hide with all the other God-Generals, but this bold attack was tempting Jade to just do off with him. Aside from knowing Ion would disapprove, he was primarily held back from knowing that death doesn't work right in this world. Sync would be back in a week.]
We're certainly aware of your return now, Sync. Now why don't you try even harder to stay away with us? You could earn yourself a gold star.
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[Literally he just was minding his own business and found Ion. But no one's going to believe him, so he isn't sure why he's going to try. Not that he cares, anyway.
He could off him -- he wouldn't care too much. Death was where he wanted to be, right?]
What're you going to do if I don't?
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What are you trying to gain from this, Sync? You won't lose anything if you walk away right now.
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[He glances over at Ion, and finally backs up a step.]
Do I always have to have a reason?
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[Not in Luceti, and perhaps not back home either. But that's not a fight Ion wants to start right now -- much like with what Sync is doing here now, there was nothing to gain from it. At least, not right now.]
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Take your precious Fon Master and go away.