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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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[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?

[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!

[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.]

[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!

[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?

[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.]

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