Daath >_>

[grim_secret]

Had the crew accommodated him from the outset, MINUTES could have been shaven off their arrival time. Instead, they INSISTED on trying to convince him that the course and speed he set for them to follow was too “risky” for the height of the tide that day. ‘It’s suicide!’ he recalled one knight yelling.

He was quick to remind the “brave” man exactly

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[sagesoren]

[[OOC: Sorry I do so much popping out of nowhere.]]

Sync was frustrated to discover that, on top of having failed to meet his original goal, the others had moved on without him. He had no idea where Legretta and co. were headed next but was somewhat relieved he wouldn't have to report his failure directly. No doubt they knew Sync had not managed to intercept and stop Locrian Sergeant Grants.

He headed darkly into the cathedral, moving downstairs to where the soldiers and God Generals frequented when not occupied. Voices caught his attention... familiar voices.

"Dist," Sync said to himself quite certainly. No mistaking squeals like that. He would casually ask what was going on now without letting on that he was out of the loop.

It was a plan, anyway.

Turning in that direction, he caught wind of another conversation between two minor members of the church.

"--and they think it was Malkuth's doing!"
"Malkuth took the Fon Master?! What were they thinking?"

Aha. Legretta and the others were no doubt heading out after Ion. Sync tried not to scowl at the thought. At least they wouldn't need him. Van had made it clear that he was to avoid any confrontations with groups involving the Fon Master in case there were any... complications.

His best bet for now would be to speak with Dist.

[[OOC: Couldn't track down the script from this computer, but I assume I remember correctly in that Sync doesn't go after the Tartarus. Y/N? :'D]]

[charmingpet]

[[OOC: Right~!]]

By the time Sync had found Dist in his lab, the fontech genius had managed to get his chair down from the ceiling but also cleaned the orange gummi out of his hair. Brushing his wet hair, Dist looked up to see Sync. He paused, then quickly threw the brush aside and laughed, hands on his hips.

"Hohoho, I'm so popular today~!" Dist said, smiling brightly. "What wonderful and absolutely vital service can Dist the Rose perform for you?"

[sagesoren]

Sync snorted. Something about Dist always seemed overdone; comical, even. He seemed more goofy than beauteous despite his continued efforts. It seemed degrading to have to talk to Dist in the first place, but it was this or wait for everyone to show up and waste time. Horrific.

Sync crossed his arms and was glad for a different reason than usual that his face was protected from sight. He averted eye contact in an effort to look like he didn't care. "How long until the others report back?" he asked somewhat stiffly. "I guess you got left behind again. You should learn to fight for yourself. You're just as flimsy as that useless Ion."

He swept the room with a glance. Dist seemed to have some awkward system of organization at work, that much was for sure. There were half-completed projects scattered about--perhaps even things that had been scrapped for the sake of bigger ones. "What do you do all day, anyway?"

Ugh, conversation. Sync avoided conversing because he'd convinced himself that it wasn't worth building up bonds with originals who were all going to die anyway. (Or so Van promised.) He was bored, though, and this wasn't leaking any information, so it seemed decent.

[charmingpet]

"...I'm not their babysitter. It's none of my concern when they'll report back!" Dist said, rather sulkily. His good mood was ruined by the horrible Sync's lack of manners. But then, could anything else be expected of him? "I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable! Do not to underestimate my most wonderful Kaiser Dist, nor any other of my world-changing inventions!"

[sagesoren]

[[OOC: Your icon makes me laugh! X'D]]

"World-changing?" Sync repeated skeptically. "I think your stupid replica machine was the world-changing one." He leaned lightly against the wall, ankles crossed, trying not to feel embittered. He really should hate Dist more--it was partly this loser's fault he even existed. "What did you make that thing for anyway?"

It didn't seem (to Sync, anyway) that there could be any practical purpose for such a device. It just made more worthless replicas that had no place in the world as it was. It also didn't seem like something Dist would think up... Too depraved, almost.

[charmingpet]

"I'll have you know all of my inventions are world-changing!" Dist said, then crossed his arms. He doubted Sync could ever comprehend his magnificence - the boy was a replica. "As for fomicry, it serves a very valuable purpose of replacing what was once thought to be lost. Important artifacts, irreplaceable books or documents, valuable objects... no one need ever fear loss, for it all can be regained with the greatest of ease! ...Even people."

A large smile crept across Dist's face. Yes, even people could be recovered. He would show Jade how wrong he was to end the pursuit of fomicry so soon! Jade would soon see how far Dist had come, and finally acknowledge he was wrong!

[sagesoren]

He half shrugged, trying to look indifferent again. "Well, whatever. We have better things to do."

The larger machines looked like they could be put to practical use sometime soon, if they really were any good for combat. If Jade the Necromancer was going to interfere with their plans to take back the Fon Master, maybe they could make Dist prove he was useful for something and go help the others. It would be interesting to see if he was half as good as his constant prattle tried to claim.

"...Although," he thought aloud, "I doubt Largo and the others will have trouble taking down that Jade guy in the first place."

[charmingpet]

Dist's cheek twitched before he started to laugh, an almost sharp and barking sort of laughter. "You'd be wise not to underestimate that ogre. He eats the flesh of his enemies for breakfast - he would make short work of those fools. I imagine only I truly have any sort of chance against him."