Daath

[replicachild]

The church was a quiet place, and one not made to accommodate small children. And so a small child (who didn't look much like one, admittedly) became very bored waiting for his caretaker to come back from wherever he'd gone off to, and decided to go find something to do

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[sagesoren]

[[OOC: Uh... I totally don't remember if he has the Ion hairstyle still, but I'm assuming he does! 8D

[replicachild]

[[He's got Ion hair under that hat, yes~]]

Florian had started watching his feet as he walked with his hands behind his back. The sight of someone else's feet up ahead caused him to stop and look up; the fact that the new person dressed differently from all the other people he'd passed so far, and looked about the same height as him, caused him to come closer.

"Who're you?" Guy hadn't quite got him to learn not to talk to strangers. Plus this person was fun to look at! All the green and black and yellow and ooh, those ribbons were long. He was tempted to reach for one.

[sagesoren]

It took Sync a moment to process exactly what was happening. Could this really be another replica of Ion? Had others besides him been saved from their death sentence in Zaleho?

He couldn't think of an appropriate response. After all, he didn't feel he understood who he was himself. He was neither his own person nor a proper replica of the Fon Master.

Sync raised one hand and slowly removed his mask so that the two of them stood face to face--identical. The only real difference in their features, perfectly matched in every way, was the look in their eyes.

"I'm..." He regained his senses. "I'm Sync the Tempest."

[replicachild]

It was almost funny how similar their faces were. For a moment it was as if he was looking into a mirror, though he remembered his eyes didn't look that way, and the hair and clothes were different too.

Still he blinked, staring at this strange not-reflection, tilting his head to the side with a strange half-thought that maybe the other would too.

After a moment he lifted a hand, reaching out for (but not quite touching) Sync's face, then, reconsidering, dropped the arm again and took a deep breath instead. "I'm Florian! Your name's really long. Why do you look like me? D'you wanna go play?"

[sagesoren]

The boy was thrown off by the sheer ignorance of the response he received. "Just Sync is fine," he muttered, and then wondered what on earth he was doing. Somehow trying to classify it as being 'too overwhelmed to respond' made it seem acceptable, but just barely.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. "Wait, what? No! I- I don't want to play with you! I don't have time to waste hanging around doing nothing." Sync sighed and gave his mask a woeful glance. Maybe he should have just kept it on. He frowned. At least the naive child deserved to know the truth, since he didn't seem to already. "We look alike because we're both replicas of the real Fon Master Ion. You and I weren't good enough, though, so we were thrown away."

[replicachild]

Sync was better than that long name he'd been given before. It was much easier to remember. "Playing's not doing nothing. It's fun!"

He paused at the part about replicas. Nobody had really told him anything, though he'd heard Ion's name quite a few times recently. "What's a replica? Is Fonmaster Ion im...potent?" He ignored the 'thrown away' part, unsure exactly what it meant.

[sagesoren]

In a strange way, Sync almost felt sorry for him. He was every bit as naive as 7th Ion, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to find the hatred he'd always managed to fill himself with at the thought of the one who had stolen his only real role in life

[replicachild]

"Oh..." It was hard to understand an explanation like that, with the limited knowledge he had, but Florian understood that it wasn't very nice; the idea made him frown a bit.

...And suddenly Sync was leaving. Why was he pretending something like that? That sounded about as nice as the replica explanation, and he didn't like that. And why couldn't people see him? Was there something wrong?

The only answer to all his questions was...apparently to follow Sync. He hadn't gone that way yet anyway, and he couldn't exactly go back to Guy's room if he didn't know where it was; he was also a little lonely, and Sync was the first person he'd talked to all day. He stayed silent though, matching his steps to the other's, and wondered if Sync would notice.

[sagesoren]

[[OOC: Stupid Sync! I feel awful about having to be so mean! DX]]

Sync stopped at the instant recognition of footsteps following his own. The replica was following him. He put up his callous front. It was his best system of defense: pushing people away without having to touch them. He had decided long ago that there was no good in making friends. Soon they would all be gone along with the disgusting plague that was the Score.

"What do you want, Replica?" He wasn't used to talking to anyone for this long. Conversation was rare for him. He never started it. Maybe today was different. I sound like Asch. He eyed the other boy inconspicuously from beneath the mask. "Do you even have a name?"

[replicachild]

[[Someday they shall be friends! D:]]

He was starting to sound kind of intimidating; Florian shrunk back a little, though he refused to actually leave. "Um...I didn't go this way yet. And my name's Florian and I still wanna play with you."

[sagesoren]

Now he was really stuck. How was he supposed to get rid of him? He didn't want to know what Mohs would do if he found out there was another Fon Master replica still alive and hanging around. The only way this could really get worse is if he did--or if Ion did.

Sync threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Follow me if you want to." An awkward curiosity tugged at him. "...What did you want to play?" he asked, trying to sound like he didn't care.

[replicachild]

Victory! Success! Florian smiled happily at that, though he was stopped again by the question. He didn't really know any games, mostly finding various ways to entertain himself so far...though he did remember seeing some kids running around once. What were they doing again? ".......Tag!"

Another victorious smile, this time for remembering the word. He didn't actually know how to play it (you ran around and stuff, right?) but he'd probably figure something out.