Ion ♫ 002

[caprice_of_song]

Who: Ion and Sync
Where: Somni, within walking distance of Cafe des Reves
Style: Third
Status: Closed

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[thebrewingstorm]

It was just one ordeal after another in Somarium, and Sync wanted no part in it. Furthermore, come rain or shine, monsters or no, he was leaving Raven's crowded tavern for somewhere that was less crowded (and, preferably, didn't have Jade Curtiss and Princess Natalia in it).

He was so absorbed with that order of business that he didn't notice Ion right away as he walked right by a ways behind him on the street. Sync gritted his teeth once he heard the familiar voice nearby. Sure enough, when he turned around, he found himself looking at the Fon Master's back. And he'd done so well at managing to avoid him thus far...but no one's luck lasts forever.

For some reason, he didn't leave like he wanted to. He stayed where he was, his expression mostly unreadable behind his mask, as though waiting for Ion to say something first.

[caprice_of_song]

As he turned, Ion caught sight of a stone-still figure standing not far from him. There was no mistaking those clothes--or that hair. No one else's managed to be quite the same ridiculous shade of green as Ion's. He had known this person was in Somarium as well, but had half-hoped they would never have reason to come into contact with each other.

"Sync." Ion paused, awkwardly, sadly, and made a few steps towards him. "I... didn't expect to run into you like this."

[thebrewingstorm]

"I can't say I expected it, either," Sync replied harshly. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask. Meeting Ion on top of everything else that already happened...it would have annoyed him to begin with, but now it seemed like just another addition to a long list of grievances. "I'm even more surprised that your companions let you out of their sight. With the way they fret and worry over you, I would have assumed they'd keep you on a much shorter leash."

[caprice_of_song]

The hostility in Sync's voice was to be expected. After all, he had made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with Ion or any of his friends. Nonetheless, it was still unpleasant having to realize all over again just how bitter he was.

"Things are different here," Ion answered levelly, looking straight at Sync's masked face. It was somewhat disturbing to think that, underneath it, his own face was staring right back at him. "My status as Fon Master doesn't mean anything and can neither be used for or against me now. They know that."