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AIM LOG [Incomplete]
Who: Fon Master Ion (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
areplication), Sync the Tempest (syncronization), Arietta the Wild (anisesucks) and Leon S. Kennedy [later] (knifexgun)
Where: The hallway outside of room 607.
When: Anytime while Leon is still in Ion's care from his near death from Vergil.
Rating: PG-13. There are people getting abused up in this mutha. D:
Summary: In the world where replicas of the same person are together, Sync is the most bitter amongst all the Ion replicas. Anything affiliated with the Fon Master is a button that's easy to press and hard to fix. Unfortunately, Ion's kind act of helping Leon has unseen reactions amonst the ex-God General.
the Story:
He wasn't pleased. He wasn't happy. Sync was never happy to be truthful. His face, covered by a single mask, a tiny sweat drop slowly slid down his face. He was annoyed at the thought of trusting others, the thought of being betrayed, and the thought of being used. Alone in the hallway with only his silent footsteps, he let out a soft breath. A gasp for air, finally to let in some air and let out the steam. His eyes wandered around the hallway to find themselves targeted and spotlighted on the one person, who he never detested but never really liked being around. He continued to walk until he came to an abrupt stop. The God General had no trace or nor even the faintest idea why he said what he had just blurted out.
"You're going to hurt yourself."
Ion had been watching over his make shift patient within his room. Everything had been well, Leon was healing quiet well and was napping. And he had left the sleeping agent to rest; planning on heading down to the kitchen when he saw Sync pass by in the hallways. Oh yes, that's right. He and Arietta were staying on the same floor!
"I would rather be hurt myself than to see anyone else injured, Sync." He gave a gentle smile to the other Replica, unaware of how annoyed he really was. "Thnk you for worrying about me though!"
A small slip of the tongue, he let it slipped and here he was…receiving a word of thanks for a simple slip-up. It more than annoyed him. Sync started to twitch his eyebrow underneath his disguise, the only thing that gave him a separate identity from what he really was.
His temper was being to rise up as if it were a lighter being constantly flicked on and off due to the memories of his past…from how things started; all because of him, that disgusting, cheerful, surrealist; that damn accursed, Ion.
“…You’re just a fool. A damned fool.” Sync spat out at Ion. He was getting angry, a bit too angry.
“I wasn’t worried. It was a mere slip of the tongue. Don’t thank me for such a mistake.”
Ion looked on innocently as Sync stood there, watching him. He was sure somewhere deep inside that the other replica had been worried! After all, people used the guise of anger (like in Tear's case) to hide their true feelings. It was just like the mask worn on Sync's face only to a higher degree.
Although, when Sync started to snap, Ion's cheerful expression melted away to a concerned one, "But if you weren't worried, then why would you be so concerned as to keep what I do in mind?" He took a step forward, lifting his hand to his chest, "It may be foolish for me to take in a stranger. But giving out care shouldn't matter to those who need it."
Sync gritted his teeth. What in the name of Van did…that…that, phony of a Fon Master say to him? His breathing pace hastened, his sweat glands were going out of control. Sync's emotions started to make a crack through the invisible mask he wore under the one to cover his face. He felt the wall breaking, a small dent being made. He didn't like this feeling at all.
His reaction towards this was a simple gesture. A small gesture that would demonstrate how frustrated he was about how he truly felt. The betrayal, the scars, his birth and his lucky yet unfortunate turn of fate.
Small specks of dust and marble pieces flew around the air. Within a blink of an eye, Ion was up against the wall. Forcefully shoved, slammed into it, which would explain why there was a huge crack from where he was slammed against and the fragments of the missing pieces of the wall on the floor.
"You don't know what goes on in my mind." He screamed at the poor boy's face.
"You never will you disgusting piece of filth."
There was a small startled cry as Ion was slammed up against the wall hard. Pain coarsed through his body as he struggled to keep himself from falling back onto the ground. He had never been strong, having been protected for the two years of his life. Ion never fought -- never practiced when he would sneak out to see Anise working with Tokugawa -- always stood in the back when Luke and the others fought. "... aahhh!"
Painfully, his eyes opened to look up into Sync's mask. Realizing how close the other was, his eyes widened even more. "Sync... y-you may be angry with me... but.. but we're still the same! Even if you've gone through different experiences, you can still care about other people!" He was still determined. He wanted to crack that shell of Sync, even if it meant hurting himself in the process.
"You…JUST SHUT UP. I'M TIRED OF YOUR DAMN WORDS. YOU MAKE ME SICK!" Sync tightened his grip on the Fon Master, unaware of the pain he, the young master felt surging through his fragile body. He was just lost in rage. No longer here, no longer anywhere close to sanity.
The memories of his close-to-death experiences came up. His mind overfilled with heavy thoughts and weights of pressure that he picked up along the road of revenge against the world just began piling up on one another. His sorrow was deep but his anger was at the tip, a volcano bound to burst at any second. Sync was out of control.
"WE ARE NOT THE SAME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? There is in no damn way am I any bit like you at all. NOT ONE BIT." His words tasted like shame with a small aftertaste of envy and emptiness.
Then again, those were the only emotions he's ever felt. That was the destiny he had led himself to believe. A failed, defected and nobody. Someone who was not meant to exist.
"Y-yes we are!" Ion squeaked out painfully. It was becoming a little more difficult to breath, and the world was starting to swim in his head. The Replica Fon Master reached up, trying to tug at Sync's hand with his own weak ones. He was gasping for air -- his eyes watering at how painful the grip was. He hadn't wanted to make Sync this angry. But he knew. He knew that all he was good for was just making their world believe that the real Ion was alive. It was a front; a hoax.
There was so much pain... but Ion kept going, "I.. I.. I never got to escape my own fate, Sync!" He answered, still believing that if he talked to him more he'd come to a more calm realization, "Y-you got to live! Walk where ever you wanted... you weren't bound to the role... the role of fon master!"
His grip was still as firm as ever, as his fingers started to claw themselves into Ion's skin. His eyes widened at what the other replica said to him. Neither of them had a choice. None whatsoever. They were created the same way, randomly given a fate that was decided through an idiotic process. People would usually turn to the score for an answer, looking for their destined fate. But the score wasn't going to save them; the score never saved anyone. It only gave people a road. Though, it never gave Sync that option. Nor for any other replicas and that was why he wanted to destroy that perfect little world. That world where the rejects, unnatural spawns of something that was denied existence.
Sync just turned his head and let Ion fall to the floor on his knees and looked away. His eyes staring at the two hands that almost….almost….
"And you were never given the destiny to be an outcast. A nobody. You had an identity, while the others were either disposed of or killed on the spot."
Ion could feel his windpipe being crushed and his skin prickled where nails were being dug into. He was starting to lose feeling in his hands and the rest of his body before a rush of air came into his mouth from being let go. Falling to the floor with a large thump, the Fon Master gasped heavily and quickly for air. His ears perked up when Sync started to speak, and he concentrated heavily (after all, he was almost choked to death -- that would normally be someone elses first concern) on the words and shakily pushed himself up to a sitting position as he stared up at Sync.
"I would have... I..." He paused to gasp for air again, "I would have... have tried to stop... t-them... w-we... didn't want this." Ion coughed, lowering his head again as pain tingled all over his body.
"…Get up." Was all Sync could say, nothing more, nor nothing less.
Unable to look at the mess Ion had become, the pain he felt. Sync, he, no his rage, his hate, his malice in his heart had inflicted upon the innocent Fon Master. His heart raced knowing that he would not be able to face what was at hand. The image reality was showing to him.
He became a monster. A monster, a victim fallen to envy, a lust for revenge, a greed for power. His sins overpowered his mind. His thirst to thrust pain, misery, sorrow, depression, despair upon the world and the people within it that pushed him away and disposed of his well-being had blinded him from how revolting, how much had been tainted from his very own eyes. Sync was a fallen God General. He failed a person, an individual, and as a replica. All that he saw in himself now was just pure disdain.
Coughing once again, Ion steadied his hands as he pulled his legs from beneath him. When he was sure of his own footing, he reached back to use the dented wall as an anchor as he stood shakily. He kept his eyes on Sync, worried beyond belief about the one in front of him rather than his own physical being. Ion knew he was lucky to have dodged that fate, but he didn't want Sync to suffer alone.
He had no idea what to say now. ... Ion was completely stumped at what to do.
The coughs disturbed him, echoing in his ears. Damn that feeling. There just a feeling, a pain swelling up in Sync's stomach. A sore that just so sharp that forced him to look at Ion. He couldn't say a word nothing came to mind at the moment. He was just as lost about what has happened.
"Trusting people who have shunned us, giving them a chance to protect our lives or just dangle around with it and trade it in for selfish desires of their own is just pathetic, Ion. They deny us. They deny the fact that we're here…that we're alive…alive. Hahahhaha!" Sync had cracked.
The crazed replica had finally cracked.
areplication), Sync the Tempest (syncronization), Arietta the Wild (anisesucks) and Leon S. Kennedy [later] (knifexgun)Where: The hallway outside of room 607.
When: Anytime while Leon is still in Ion's care from his near death from Vergil.
Rating: PG-13. There are people getting abused up in this mutha. D:
Summary: In the world where replicas of the same person are together, Sync is the most bitter amongst all the Ion replicas. Anything affiliated with the Fon Master is a button that's easy to press and hard to fix. Unfortunately, Ion's kind act of helping Leon has unseen reactions amonst the ex-God General.
the Story:
He wasn't pleased. He wasn't happy. Sync was never happy to be truthful. His face, covered by a single mask, a tiny sweat drop slowly slid down his face. He was annoyed at the thought of trusting others, the thought of being betrayed, and the thought of being used. Alone in the hallway with only his silent footsteps, he let out a soft breath. A gasp for air, finally to let in some air and let out the steam. His eyes wandered around the hallway to find themselves targeted and spotlighted on the one person, who he never detested but never really liked being around. He continued to walk until he came to an abrupt stop. The God General had no trace or nor even the faintest idea why he said what he had just blurted out.
"You're going to hurt yourself."
Ion had been watching over his make shift patient within his room. Everything had been well, Leon was healing quiet well and was napping. And he had left the sleeping agent to rest; planning on heading down to the kitchen when he saw Sync pass by in the hallways. Oh yes, that's right. He and Arietta were staying on the same floor!
"I would rather be hurt myself than to see anyone else injured, Sync." He gave a gentle smile to the other Replica, unaware of how annoyed he really was. "Thnk you for worrying about me though!"
A small slip of the tongue, he let it slipped and here he was…receiving a word of thanks for a simple slip-up. It more than annoyed him. Sync started to twitch his eyebrow underneath his disguise, the only thing that gave him a separate identity from what he really was.
His temper was being to rise up as if it were a lighter being constantly flicked on and off due to the memories of his past…from how things started; all because of him, that disgusting, cheerful, surrealist; that damn accursed, Ion.
“…You’re just a fool. A damned fool.” Sync spat out at Ion. He was getting angry, a bit too angry.
“I wasn’t worried. It was a mere slip of the tongue. Don’t thank me for such a mistake.”
Ion looked on innocently as Sync stood there, watching him. He was sure somewhere deep inside that the other replica had been worried! After all, people used the guise of anger (like in Tear's case) to hide their true feelings. It was just like the mask worn on Sync's face only to a higher degree.
Although, when Sync started to snap, Ion's cheerful expression melted away to a concerned one, "But if you weren't worried, then why would you be so concerned as to keep what I do in mind?" He took a step forward, lifting his hand to his chest, "It may be foolish for me to take in a stranger. But giving out care shouldn't matter to those who need it."
Sync gritted his teeth. What in the name of Van did…that…that, phony of a Fon Master say to him? His breathing pace hastened, his sweat glands were going out of control. Sync's emotions started to make a crack through the invisible mask he wore under the one to cover his face. He felt the wall breaking, a small dent being made. He didn't like this feeling at all.
His reaction towards this was a simple gesture. A small gesture that would demonstrate how frustrated he was about how he truly felt. The betrayal, the scars, his birth and his lucky yet unfortunate turn of fate.
Small specks of dust and marble pieces flew around the air. Within a blink of an eye, Ion was up against the wall. Forcefully shoved, slammed into it, which would explain why there was a huge crack from where he was slammed against and the fragments of the missing pieces of the wall on the floor.
"You don't know what goes on in my mind." He screamed at the poor boy's face.
"You never will you disgusting piece of filth."
There was a small startled cry as Ion was slammed up against the wall hard. Pain coarsed through his body as he struggled to keep himself from falling back onto the ground. He had never been strong, having been protected for the two years of his life. Ion never fought -- never practiced when he would sneak out to see Anise working with Tokugawa -- always stood in the back when Luke and the others fought. "... aahhh!"
Painfully, his eyes opened to look up into Sync's mask. Realizing how close the other was, his eyes widened even more. "Sync... y-you may be angry with me... but.. but we're still the same! Even if you've gone through different experiences, you can still care about other people!" He was still determined. He wanted to crack that shell of Sync, even if it meant hurting himself in the process.
"You…JUST SHUT UP. I'M TIRED OF YOUR DAMN WORDS. YOU MAKE ME SICK!" Sync tightened his grip on the Fon Master, unaware of the pain he, the young master felt surging through his fragile body. He was just lost in rage. No longer here, no longer anywhere close to sanity.
The memories of his close-to-death experiences came up. His mind overfilled with heavy thoughts and weights of pressure that he picked up along the road of revenge against the world just began piling up on one another. His sorrow was deep but his anger was at the tip, a volcano bound to burst at any second. Sync was out of control.
"WE ARE NOT THE SAME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? There is in no damn way am I any bit like you at all. NOT ONE BIT." His words tasted like shame with a small aftertaste of envy and emptiness.
Then again, those were the only emotions he's ever felt. That was the destiny he had led himself to believe. A failed, defected and nobody. Someone who was not meant to exist.
"Y-yes we are!" Ion squeaked out painfully. It was becoming a little more difficult to breath, and the world was starting to swim in his head. The Replica Fon Master reached up, trying to tug at Sync's hand with his own weak ones. He was gasping for air -- his eyes watering at how painful the grip was. He hadn't wanted to make Sync this angry. But he knew. He knew that all he was good for was just making their world believe that the real Ion was alive. It was a front; a hoax.
There was so much pain... but Ion kept going, "I.. I.. I never got to escape my own fate, Sync!" He answered, still believing that if he talked to him more he'd come to a more calm realization, "Y-you got to live! Walk where ever you wanted... you weren't bound to the role... the role of fon master!"
His grip was still as firm as ever, as his fingers started to claw themselves into Ion's skin. His eyes widened at what the other replica said to him. Neither of them had a choice. None whatsoever. They were created the same way, randomly given a fate that was decided through an idiotic process. People would usually turn to the score for an answer, looking for their destined fate. But the score wasn't going to save them; the score never saved anyone. It only gave people a road. Though, it never gave Sync that option. Nor for any other replicas and that was why he wanted to destroy that perfect little world. That world where the rejects, unnatural spawns of something that was denied existence.
Sync just turned his head and let Ion fall to the floor on his knees and looked away. His eyes staring at the two hands that almost….almost….
"And you were never given the destiny to be an outcast. A nobody. You had an identity, while the others were either disposed of or killed on the spot."
Ion could feel his windpipe being crushed and his skin prickled where nails were being dug into. He was starting to lose feeling in his hands and the rest of his body before a rush of air came into his mouth from being let go. Falling to the floor with a large thump, the Fon Master gasped heavily and quickly for air. His ears perked up when Sync started to speak, and he concentrated heavily (after all, he was almost choked to death -- that would normally be someone elses first concern) on the words and shakily pushed himself up to a sitting position as he stared up at Sync.
"I would have... I..." He paused to gasp for air again, "I would have... have tried to stop... t-them... w-we... didn't want this." Ion coughed, lowering his head again as pain tingled all over his body.
"…Get up." Was all Sync could say, nothing more, nor nothing less.
Unable to look at the mess Ion had become, the pain he felt. Sync, he, no his rage, his hate, his malice in his heart had inflicted upon the innocent Fon Master. His heart raced knowing that he would not be able to face what was at hand. The image reality was showing to him.
He became a monster. A monster, a victim fallen to envy, a lust for revenge, a greed for power. His sins overpowered his mind. His thirst to thrust pain, misery, sorrow, depression, despair upon the world and the people within it that pushed him away and disposed of his well-being had blinded him from how revolting, how much had been tainted from his very own eyes. Sync was a fallen God General. He failed a person, an individual, and as a replica. All that he saw in himself now was just pure disdain.
Coughing once again, Ion steadied his hands as he pulled his legs from beneath him. When he was sure of his own footing, he reached back to use the dented wall as an anchor as he stood shakily. He kept his eyes on Sync, worried beyond belief about the one in front of him rather than his own physical being. Ion knew he was lucky to have dodged that fate, but he didn't want Sync to suffer alone.
He had no idea what to say now. ... Ion was completely stumped at what to do.
The coughs disturbed him, echoing in his ears. Damn that feeling. There just a feeling, a pain swelling up in Sync's stomach. A sore that just so sharp that forced him to look at Ion. He couldn't say a word nothing came to mind at the moment. He was just as lost about what has happened.
"Trusting people who have shunned us, giving them a chance to protect our lives or just dangle around with it and trade it in for selfish desires of their own is just pathetic, Ion. They deny us. They deny the fact that we're here…that we're alive…alive. Hahahhaha!" Sync had cracked.
The crazed replica had finally cracked.
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It was something she hadn't expected to see. The great crack in the wall, Sync's laughing, Ion looking weak-- what had occurred? While dashing down the remainder of hallway, Arietta regretted having left at all. Even if it was only to check up on her friends. If Ion was in danger, then he was most important!
"What's going on, Sync?!" she demanded, coming to a stop. "What did you do to Ion?!" Of course the Fon Master was the first thing on her mind. And right now Sync seemed to be the only culprit available.
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"...!" Ion's head turned quickly and saw that she was dashing towards them. "A-arietta!" He whispered as he looked quickly between the two.
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"...Isn't it obvious, Arietta?" He gave her a cold glare underneath his mask; he was numb, slipping away from sanity.
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He was acting... strangely. She loosened her grip on the doll, knowing if it came down to it she would fight.
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No, Ion did not want that at all, "These people aren't the same! You don't need to hold a grudge against them. You can live life the way you want to now!"
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The first thing he noticed was that Ion was not in the room. His body still a bit sore here and there, Leon made his way to the front door and stepped outside into the hallway. "Ion?" he asked, unaware of the situation. Hey, wasn't that Arietta over there too? But he didn't recognize the other fellow. Wasn't he just the picture of happiness today? Leon could only assume that the crack in the wall was the result of anger from this stranger.
Leon frowned, walking over to where they all were. "What's going on here?"
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"...Shut up. Both of you. Shut up. Ion, you're a fool. Arietta you know nothing...you wouldn't understand now, would you?! Ion, tell her the truth. Or are you scared to be shunned?"
He could not stand it any longer. Sync was losing his grip on who and what he was. Or did he even know who was to begin with?
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"I... I would never shun Ion! Never!" Her voice grew louder. In her mind, there was nothing that would cause her devotion to Ion to waver. Even when Anise replaced her, even when Ion died for them, her view of him was never besmirched.
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"... Arietta..." A look of guilt washed over Ion's features as he remembered the last time he had tried to tell Arietta. Anise had stopped him before he could express his apologizes... ... wait.. was that Leon?
"Leon?" He gazed back finally to see that his makeshift patient was out of bed. There were a few scratches on his neck along with the red hand marks that were just now starting to fade.
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"Didn't your mommy ever teach you manners, kid?"
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"Did you ever learn to mind your own business?" Sync snapped at Leon.
Since Ion wasn't going to tell the truth...or at least say it now, Sync did the one thing he hated more than anything: He raised his hand and placed it on his face, slowly moving the one wall that hid his true identity to the world.
"Hello there, Arietta." Sync's change of tone in his voice caused a small smirk to form from from his lips.
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But it couldn't, could it? When she finally spoke, there was a waver to her voice.
"S-Sync... ... wh-why... what..." She couldn't even finish her thought. The grip on her doll had become dangerously tight, nails digging into the plush fabric. Her face was pale, as if, deep down, she understood exactly what this meant. But her mind tried to protect her from that revelation. She averted her eyes, looking to Ion instead.
"... Ion..." her voice was soft, shaking, worried. With that single gesture, Sync had managed to destabilize Arietta as well.
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For the moment, Leon's intervention was forgotten as he felt Arietta's eyes looking over at him. Ion's face flushed with shame as he tried to keep eye contact with her, ".. Arietta.. this is..." He swallowed hard before taking a deep breath. He had to be as collected as possible. There was nothing he could do now but speak the truth.
"... I'm sorry, Arietta. You deserve to know the truth... the real Fon Master ... the Ion you knew died long ago. ... Before he died, he allowed Van to make replica's of himself. ...." Ion felt shame unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it tore his heart knowing that it would break Arietta, "... I'm the 7th replica."
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Okay. This was a little more complicated than he had anticipated. And honestly, Leon was just as confused as Arietta. So Ion wasn't the real Ion? And this mean guy, Sync, he had the same face-... "What is this?" the agent murmured to himself, unaware of what he got himself involved with once again.
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His eyes wandered from Leon to Ion and finally stopped at the overwhelmed Arietta. He did not mean to drag her into this storm he brewed up but Sync would rather care less...or so he led himself to believe.
"He's telling the truth....for once" Due to that comment, the tension in the air just thickened; Sync was enjoying this.
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"... Not... not Ion," she mumbled, staring at Ion. "You're... you're not him... You've... never been him. Everything I did for Ion... and you're telling me... he's dead?" her voice was trembling, and slowly increasing in volume. "I killed for Ion. I disobeyed Van for Ion. And you're telling me you're not Ion?!" the color returned to her face as she began to yell.
"You're lying!" she shook her head violently, refusing to believe it. "You're lying! Van would have told me! Someone would have told me! Stop lying to me! Stop it!"
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Ion stood there, looking awfully ashamed and perfectly still, "Arietta... I'm not lying... I... I'm sorry." He whispered sadly, but knowing that trying to coddle Arietta now would just confuse her and make the situation much worse...
... although he wasn't sure how much worse it could get.
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"Have I ever lied to you, Arietta? Don't you dare call me a liar. I was merely showing you the truth. A truth so harmful that even Van couldn't tell you about." Sync wasn't going to let his guard down around Arietta for even a mere second; he couldn't right now. Who knows what would happen next.
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"Don't touch me!" she yelled, the focus of her rage shifting for a moment. After that outburst she got quiet, the only sound coming from her being her own breaths. The truth. No, this could be the truth. It couldn't. She kept following this train of thought desperately in her head.
Until, finally, it crashed.
"All this time... all this time he's been dead... ..." Her arms fell limply to her sides, the doll falling with them. She took a few more breaths, trying to even out her breathing. She just couldn't. She had to do something. Her entire body suddenly tensed, going by instinct.
"Ion's dead. But you're here. You have his face. Both of you... both of you have his face! Stop it, now!" she ordered, raising her voice again. This time she lunged at Sync, as if intent to claw at his face until he no longer resembled her beloved Ion.
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Would this have been avoided if they had told Arietta from the beginning? Yes.. of course it would but her reaction was a mixture of Van's antagonistic plots to the lies of everyone for the sake of her sanity. Ion would have no more of it.
"Arietta! Please! You need to calm down!" He hoped that maybe he could reason with her... it was the only option he had left.
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"Arietta!" Leon called after her as well, his eyes wide as she went for Sync. She could get really hurt, he thought. Other people on this floor could be harmed too. He didn't have his gun to control the situation, or his knife with him. Just his fists. He'd use them if he had to.
But he wasn't sure if he should be pulling Arietta away, or joining her in the battle.
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And so he did what he could with what little space and time he had to avoid Arietta's attack. He quickly pressed his legs, bended his knees and quickly jumped over Arietta; landing on where she once stood. Sync's face had no emotion displayed on it, just pure disappointment and anger directed at Arietta and Ion.
"Arietta..." Sync said sharply as he let out a small breath of hot air.
"Do you want to die again?" His eyes were bloodshot red anger, just watching her every movement, waiting for her next attack.
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"If Ion is dead, I don't care," she repeated, lowering her voice to a hiss.
Her instincts took over. Sync was a God-General; he would fight back. If she wanted to do the most damage, she knew exactly where to strike. He looked just like him. But that didn't matter right now. Right now he was the enemy. "But... I'll kill you first," Arietta growled. "I'll kill you! Fake!"
"DIE!" she yelled, throwing her full weight at Ion, with a hand ready to claw the second he hit the wall.
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His shock at the fact that he was unprepared for just how much that emotionally hurt was his downfall, "... Ahh!" Ion yelled out as he felt himself being thrown back the the small figure of Arietta. When he felt the wall behind him meet his body rather violently, his eyes widened in pain as he gasped.
The wall was broken behind him and slowly starting to crack upwards; pieces of the already falling apart wall were digging into his robes. But the prickly pain of those pieces or marble were nothing compared to the first physical strike of her nails that left its mark. The first hit had cause two lines of blood to start dripping down the side of face.
With whatever strength he had left, Ion lifted his hands up to protect himself from Arietta's clawing attacks.
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He extended his arm and from Ion's point of view, it was aimed at Arietta's neck. Tiny bits of light, small fragments of the ground started to crack around the ground, which Arietta stood upon.
"No one, and I mean no one but I can kill him." Sync yelled before he finished casting his Arcane Arte: Stone Dragon Arcane.
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She felt the ground beneath her start to move, to crumble, and to slam upwards towards her. Almost pinned between Ion and Leon she had nowhere to run. Realizing this she tried her best to brace herself, knowing it would have to hurt the others, too. So it just mattered that she could endure. Switching her focus from clawing Ion, she sunk her nails into Leon's arms, hoping to force him off. All the while jagged rocks cut at her boots and legs, a force pushing her upwards.
She cried out, a mix of rage and pain.
"No, No!" she screamed, tearing at Leon's skin with her nails. Sync would not kill her, he would not. She would kill him. And Ion. And Leon, too. Every last one of them until her anger burned out.
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Arietta was in danger. Leon was in danger. And the first thing that came to Ion's mind was to use all his strength to push them out of harms way. "No!" With feet planted firmly onto the ground, Ion used what strength he had to try and shove both Leon and Arietta out of harms way. Sync's attack was only in a confined space, and Ion felt it was his duty to take the fall out.
When he stepped into the area of effect, immediately he felt rocks pelting at him from the ground, causing him to lose balance as soon as he made the move to make sure the two were safe. Rocks shot up, large ones bounced off his skin, smaller ones made little cuts on his skin and through the robes that were beginning to become frayed and ruined from all the damage he'd been sustaining. But he did not yell out. It hurt, but this was all for people he cared for.
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But what? What was happening to the floor?! Leon's eyes went wide, not sure what this sort of thing was at all. But then suddenly, he was forced back by Ion, voice caught in his throat. His arms released Arietta. Leon didn't know what to say. He was stunned at the sight in front of him.
"Ion...!!"
He turned to Sync. "What did you do?!"
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He couldn't say a word. He didn't make a move. The arcane arte was meant for Arietta...and yet Ion still wanted to protect the girl who almost killed him.
"I didn't do it. He jumped in the way. That's all." Sync tried to keep his cool. It was Ion's fault for jumping in. But then again, it was his own fault for causing this mess, this scene, all this chaos.
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Arietta had been released by Leon, but for this moment she didn't move. Her eyes were very wide, as if not understanding an act of selflessness.
"... why?!" her voice was raising again. "I want to kill you, so why-?!" Her head was pounding. Something was wrong. Or was it right? Trying to think only made it worse. She needed to keep moving, but what was the next step?
Fight arte with arte. Something unavoidable. She started to open fon slots, focusing on casting. She didn't even need the doll, which still lay pitifully on the floor behind her. Her mind emptied, as she flushed all doubt and hesitations out for good.