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[Ion is sitting down on a park bench, munching on a few chocolate pieces from a big box on his lap. Usually he wandered about in the wilderness for training, but today he's resting and he is hoping that by being in town for today, he might meet someone interesting to cure his boredom.

He stared at a large group of stupid looking pigeons before him and he is contemplating on blowing them up...]

Hee hee.

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[Still smiling.]

Very well.

[Gets up and smooths out his robes.]

I can tell I'm not wanted.

I won't be your Fon Guardian. I will be a companion to you, that is all.

[He smiles at him. Companion does not compute.]

That's fine.

Let's go.

[He jumps off his chair.]

Right. [Of course he had no clue that Ion does not understand the concept of a companion.]

[And out he goes through the door, trying to emptying his thoughts by walking outside. Only his thoughts begin to whirl into chaos.

Companion. Peh. "People leave me all the time, leaving me with nothing." He can always use them to make himself feel better, to make use of them for unrealistic future goals...But in the end...How much he loathes them to the max. This world is foolish, full of whining, stupid trash who always complain their unfortunate needs and Ion knows he's no different. Although he never admits it, he knows he's trash too.

"Trash, trash, trash, everything is trash." He tries to make jokes of it, being humorous about it, putting up an immature cheerful front to see how absurb it is to actually live.

Lost in his thoughts, he walks right into a lamp post and his face got smacked by metal.]

Ow.

[He walked a few steps behind Ion. Still a little peeved by what he was asked before, not that it mattered anymore. He was sure Ion wouldn’t ask again. Hearing a smacking sound then Ion’s small ow his attention goes back to the original. He can’t help but to snicker.]

Wow.

[He gets closer to Ion; quickly he turns him to look at Ion’s face.]

You got yourself good.

[Nah Ion won't ask again. He only asked to satisfy his own curiousity.]

Ahhh, I got a lot of thoughts on my mind. I should watch where I'm going.

[OOC: asljhjk! ffff, I thought you died. XD]

I would recommend it. Unless of course you want to give yourself brain damage, then go right ahead with what you’re doing.

[ooc: Sorry. My fault. D| I get distracted easily… that and my brain does not die it just snoozes...]

[Ion knows that's sarcasm and he didn't mind it. He just wants to learn Sync as a person and he's trying his best.]

Yes.

[And he continues on until he got tired and has to sit down on a patch of grass.]

[He has followed Ion this far. Instead of sitting he stands at his side. ]

Tired so soon?

Yes, so I want to sit for a while.

[Well it seemed they wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, so he joins Ion on the ground.] I was looking for someone once. [He shakes his head now.] It doesn’t matter now.

[ooc: Well I guess I am making a relation chart for him too. XD but its filled with hates ]

Oh? Would you care to tell me why? [He's curious and wants to listen...if it's going to make forget his own thoughts for a while.]

[OOC: I wanna see! x)]

[He stays silent for a few minutes until finally he speaks again.] I’d rather not find him. He’s a sentimental fool… [And he doesn’t want to become like the replica Ion. He knows staying near that Ion would change him.]

[ooc: XD its not that exciting yet I have to fill in lots of info.]

[Sadly this Ion won't admit he's slowly changing like him.] He has ideals that you can't follow, right?

I’m not like him; I won’t let anyone change me.

I hate how these people pretend they care for others. Why would they care? No one helps anyone for nothing. They act all familiar with each other, like they’re friends when they’re complete strangers.

Hm. Van is a bastard but I knew from the start he was just using me to fulfill him own ambition, don’t get me wrong. I’m not helping him because I feel I owe it to him. I desire the same thing he does. It’s the only way, and if Ion can’t see it well he’s going to die anyway. He always dies, here or on Auldrant. It’s the same thing…

[Ion wished he has some tea to sip, right about now.]

Hmm...interesting...and how old are you?

Is my age important? [He honestly had not kept track of it at all. He had a vague idea before on Auldrant but now. He shrugs at Ion.] Does it matter that much. Its irrelevant to what I said.

[Because for a two year, you're quite calm and intelligent.]

I'm just curious.

[Long pause.]

About that Ion...he's defective.

Fine. [There is a small pause. He is a bit embarrassed to admit this.] I don’t know. I’ve been here for a long time and I do not understand the calendar system here.

Hm. We’re all defective. None of us could perfectly match you.

The calender system is something I would like to work on.

The 7th Ion is just close.

Then I will add that to our things to do.

Maybe, but personality wise he is nothing like do.

Excellent.

Hmm, still my thoughts on him...I rather spare him. He maybe useful.

[OOC: Aaaand I'm going out to eat. See ya!]

Fine, then. I wouldn’t recommend hurting him anyway. With all his friends lingering around. It would only cause problems.

[ooc: Okies dokie! Enjoy your foodz!]

I rather try to be friends with him and his allies...for information.