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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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[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.]

[Sync looks up at the voice. And for someone he hasn't even met before -- not that it would matter -- she was trying to boss him around?

Yeah, that doesn't work. He doesn't like to listen to people. In that case, what he says next shouldn't be much of a surprise to Ion at least:]

You can't order me to do anything.

[Not a surprise at all, no. Sync is predictable in all the wrong ways, it seems.]

[Ion feels a bit of relief upon seeing Perona -- knowing that Sync might be less inclined to do something worse to him with a witness around. Of course, aside from knowing Perona has a rather scary looking pet, he doesn't know too much about how she'd fair is Sync decided to attack both of them.]

[He doesn't say anything yet, instead looking back at his chair and hoping Sync doesn't make good on his threat to destroy it yet...]

[Perona's eyes dart between Ion and this other boy, curiously noting the similarities between them, though she says nothing at all, and her muted confusion and surprise is short-lived. She can get her answers from Ion after, once his lookalike is taught a valuable lesson in manners. And sees all too well that the Ghost Princess almost always gets what she wants.]

Can't I? What makes you so sure I'm not capable enough to put you in your place, little boy? ...You're not very smart at all if you begin to underestimate me. Now I'll ask you again - pick him up and apologize for what you did. ...Otherwise bad things may happen.

[Perona can see Cerberus from where she is, or the looming shadow of the beastly canine, lurking close by, and prowling ever closer. She lifts her head, to inform him to be ready for her cue.]

[He's not going to underestimate her, really -- but she doesn't look like much right now.

But then again, Toph didn't look like much either.]

I don't want to repeat myself - but I'm still not doing it.

[But this time he's going to start focusing on an arte to break the wheelchair...still unaware of the canine.

Oops.]

[Not in a million years would Ion expect Sync to just comply with a request like that, nor would he really want him to -- the last time Sync got close enough to grab Ion, he tried to strangle him. That's not something Ion is just going to forget, after all. He shakes his head, speaking up quietly.]

I-It's all right, he doesn't have to-- [His eyes wander from the chair back to Sync, and then all at once turn to panic.] S-Sync, what are you doing?

[Perona has no idea what he's doing, but she can tell it's nothing good. Magic, right? That stuff's never made any lick of sense to her - despite the numerous things in her world that shouldn't have sense either. Devil Fruits, and even her darling pet that's stalking closer, can be explained - magic isn't as easy. So that's probably why all bets are off, and she's taking action now.]

That's enough, you green monkey! Cerberus, it's play time! Try not to break this toy too badly, all right?

[Beckoning with a finger, she motions for her dog to come. And come he does - charging like a bull, all three heads snarling and howling. The distance is short, and each gaping maw is poised to clamp down on any inch of flesh that's near enough.]

[He's barely able to finish the spell, crying the name of it ('Ground Dasher!') before he hears the dog charging towards him. There isn't near enough time to get completely out of the way of a three headed dog, and if that arm that he's trying to get out of the way is close enough go for it, Cerberus!

He should've kept his guard up -- he'd been too caught up in destroying the wheelchair and being generally awful.

Stupid!]

[Sweet Yulia did she just command her giant monster dog to treat Sync like a chew toy she did.]

[But as terrible as Sync is and as terrible as Ion feels, seeing his wheel chair crumple at the call of Sync's spell... well. He doesn't want to see Sync get eaten by a three headed dog. Not at all.]

M-Miss Perona, wait! Isn't that a bit excessive?

[Yes, yes she did. And it's only by Sync's arm getting into one of the heads, not all three, that he's probably going to be hurt, but not mortally wounded. Perona did tell her dog not to break him too badly...though it doesn't stop Cerberus from shaking him like a rag doll a few times. He'll only stop when his master tells him to, and Perona doesn't exactly feel inclined just yet. This is his punishment for picking on her friend.

Buuuut she'll glance Ion's way before making a "tch" sound and motioning with her finger for Cerberus to drop his plaything.]

...That'll do, Cerberus. Good boy.

[He yelps when the dog grabs him and yanks him around. He tries to get out of his grasp, but while he was currently being used as a chew toy, well--it was rather hard.

So by the time he gets dropped, he's...understandably really sore.

He's going to try to get up now, though that might just be a slow process. And for once? He doesn't have anything to say off the top of his head. He's spending his energy doing other things right now.]

[tgfjhb okay, it's hard not to stare in horror as Cerberus shakes him around like that. If not for Sync attempting to stand immediately upon being dropped, he might have believed that he just witnessed a mauling.]

[He manages to pull his gaze away and look back at Perona.]

I know what he's done is terrible, but please, can't we help him? He should go to the clinic for treatment. And I know he won't go by himself.

[Given Sync's mask probably fell off when he got shaken up, it might be a little more clear to Perona why Ion's actually concerned for the guy who broke his chair. After all, despite the age difference in Luceti, they still look more or less identical.]

[OH, FOR THE LOVE OF--! Didn't she do enough just by letting the little shit live?! God, this is ridiculous...but fine. Muttering "soft" under her breath at Ion, she approaches the beat up boy, shoving Cerberus away as he snarls and licks the blood off his teeth and muzzle. He did well, but she agreed to not have him go too far. So she has to make him back off, give her some space.

Tugging out a roll of bandages from the zipped up pocket of her teddy's back (it's just become commonplace for her to carry some medical supplies after babysitting Zoro on Kuraigana) Perona intends to throw it at him and be off. She owes this whelp nothing, and gave him exactly what he deserved and then some. It's only when she catches a very brief glance of his face, turning back to Ion to reassess what she just saw, does she reach for Sync's side, where he's not been wounded. This is idiotic, but she can understand a little better now... Brothers, maybe? A really shitty brother.]

Don't fuss, or Cerby-chan will have your head next.

[He's just. Going to turn his head when he realizes that his mask slipped off, and reach for his mask. It's just a little bit beyond his grasp, and he's gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm.

Despite her warning him, he'll be trying to move himself away from her regardless.]

I don't...need your help.

[Why would he want help from someone who just had their dog maul him anyway--]

Don't be so stubborn! [Ion actually raises his voice a bit, directing his gaze at Sync. For as much as Sync loathed it, Ion really did care about him to some degree -- though after everything that's happened between them, it's hard to say whether it's any different from how he might care for the well-being of a stranger.]

You won't be able to take care of the injury with just one arm. You should check to make sure it isn't broken. [Or at least dislocated -- that was quite the attack, after all.]

[Really, the only reason Perona is actually helping this wicked twin or whatever is because the one she likes asked her to. If she were alone, or in her right mind, this second boy would have been left to bleed on his own. Possibly without that precious arm of his. He got what he deserved as far as she's concerned.

When he tries to move away, she grabs his shoulder firmly and jerks him back toward her to inspect the damage. Stupid boy, she's doing you a favor - you are going to sit still, be quiet, and take it.]

I'm no doctor, but the wound isn't necessarily fatal, from what I can tell...if it's tended to appropriately. And quickly. You'll need stitches, and a sling I think, but you're actually very lucky my dog missed an artery, or you'd have been dead already. [She smirks, despite herself.]

[It was a surprising to hear that Ion actually raised his voice, and he yelps again when Perona jerks him back towards her.

Does she think that death would intimidate him?]

I'd rather be dead, if you ask me.

[He's got a few issues tbh, Perona.]

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