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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] 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.

[distressedude]

[Ion looks all right -- there's a scuff on his cheek where his face made contact with the ground, and aside from the odd angle he's sitting in because of his legs, he doesn't seem hurt.]

[But what he does look is frightened. Even with Tear here, Sync is still too close for comfort, and Ion just can't seem stop shaking. It wouldn't take much for Sync to finish him off right here right now if he wanted to, with how weak he's gotten these past few months... and much like his feelings towards his increasingly severe illness, he certainly doesn't want to die here either.]

[trashed]

What makes you think I just got here?

[He might be more clever than that, but he has his moments still ok. And besides, he's been here, so it's not like an immediate thing on arrival.]

I couldn't let a moment like that go by.