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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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[There's little point in asking why since it's already well-established that "because he's Sync" is a legitimate answer to such a question.]
[And of course, the last thing he's going to do is answer Sync's question. He's just going to try and look like he's intentionally staying down on the ground rather than doing so because he has no choice, yep.]
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Does it matter? I'm just glad I was able to stay away from you people until today.
[And that was only because he saw an opportunity. So neither of them are going to answer questions, huh?
He puts a foot on the wheelchair, and raises an eyebrow.]
You didn't answer my question.
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...the Malnosso did this to me. I wouldn't have it if I didn't need it.
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...But can they really be cute and cuddly?]
Too bad. Guess you'll have to figure out how to get around some other way, then.
[And...he's going to start focusing on a special arte, just for the chair. Isn't he sweet?]
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What? [Oh no.] Wait, Sync, please stop!
[Even knowing in the back of his mind that it's futile, he tries to crawl his way towards Sync, do so something to stop him.]
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Ground Dasher!
[He doesn't even listen to him, naturally, and just watches with glee as the earth destroys the wheelchair.]
You can't do anything to stop me. You never can.
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...why. Why would you do something like this? What are you even hoping to accomplish?
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I saw a chance. I took it. Are you mad?
[For some reason, he just really wants to see Ion get mad for a change.]
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[He looks back up at Sync, his expression serious but still not apparently angry or upset.]
Do you want me to be angry at you? Would it be easier for you if I was?
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How?]
How do you never get mad? Does it just not compute for you??
[He's not going to answer about himself, because he's not sure. Maybe? For everyone else, it was always so easy...and it was so impossible for him.]
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[He sounds bitter. And why shouldn't he? The malnosso effectively handed him a death sentence -- an excruciatingly painful one, even with the medication he takes. The malnosso are the only people in the world Ion could say he truly hates. And while it didn't show in his expression, it surely carried in his voice.]
Not everyone shows their anger by lashing out like a child. It doesn't accomplish anything, and it won't make that anger go away. To be honest... I don't know how you put up with it.
[Being angry all the time... perhaps it's no wonder Sync hated his life so much.]
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[He still just. Doesn't really understand that much. At least bitterness was something.]
How I put up with it? It's not your business about how I put up with it!
[Spoilers: He doesn't. Hence why he's the way he is.]
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[Though Sync may always have the upper-hand in terms of physical strength, in a situation like this, his usual arguments seem to be falling a little flat. How can he argue that it's none of Ion's business when he's the one who came here and made it his business? Perhaps any other day, Sync's argument would be the most fair, but Ion wouldn't have approached him while still bound in a wheelchair.]
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How does it feel to be completely vulnerable? I guess nothing new for you.
[Change of subject go.]
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[If Sync is trying to be intimidating, it's not really working right now. Though he's doing well to hide it, to deny Sync the satisfaction, he's definitely angry right now -- but in truth, the people he's really angry at aren't Sync. After all, it didn't do much good to be angry at the Malnosso, right? Sync just made a convenient target for that anger.]
Are you asking because you want to know what it's like? Have you never been so vulnerable before?
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The question does make him pause though, though he probably looks like he's just about to kick Ion in the head. Not that his expression is easily seen, but his fists are clenching and his jaw is tightening.
Maybe he'd never lost any use of his limbs, but he does remember being vulnerable. And he'd never go back to that either. Ever.]
Of course I have been! But unlike you--you just got worse! I didn't even know that was possible!