abyssdressing | (no subject)

Follow me.

[Gestures him to follow and enters the dark forest. This Ion is fearless and he seems to know where he's going, as if he does this on a regular basis.]

[follows, seeing well in the dark with the little light there is, and more than slightly concerned that he knows that well where to go]

[Ion isn't afraid of the dark. Although he can't see well, he used his sense of hearing to make his way to surroundings. He's alert and on a look out for monsters.

Luckily, only a group of five wolves approaches.]

Pitiful. [To his red-head friend.] Stand back.

[And in seconds, he uses Turbulence and manipulate the winds to slice at the pack.]

[has his sword out as he watches, worried]

[Ion stood fine and is completely unphased by the corpses before him. If anything, his smile is smug.]

Are you worried about me?

[hand moves sharply, nervously. "Of course I am! I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."]

[Ion watches his hand gestures, reading.]

Heh, I'll be fine. I know how to monitor my own strength.

I won't kill much here, knowing how much Arietta loves monsters.

[looks out over the corpses, coolly looking over them, then back at Ion. "Just be careful." turns back to the blood on the ground, eyes flashing slightly]

[Ion has no idea of the other's condition yet. He walks on, searching for any more challengers.]

I will.

[follows, keeping an eye out for anything trying to surprise them]

[Eventually a bigger monster comes out!

Ion tries out his Mystic Arte and holy shit, he literally jabs with his mere fists that monster to death with his fist using Harrowing Gale.

When the arte is done and monster fell, there's a sadistic and smug look on the Fon Master's face. It's so nice to show his powers to someone.]

[his face holds surprise, respect... and lots of hunger. He reaches out to Ion's fists, looking to see if there's any blood on them]

[Whoa, when he held his fists, Ion looks a little startled since his hands are covered in blood. Other than Van, he never lets anyone see him spilled blood before.]

Asch?

[raises them to his lips, using his teeth and lips to scrape the blood off]

[He allows him and watches him carefully.

Ion slightly smirked.]

Heh, you like blood, do you? How does that taste?

[shakes his head, pulling back. "I can't taste. But that doesn't sit very well in my stomach.']

Hmm...

I see. Human blood suits you better, right? Must have been rough on you.

[And Ion calmly takes out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands clean.]

[just... watches him, hands quiet]

[And he looks straight back.]

I remind you of someone, right?

["In face only. You're... less helpless than he."]

I don't like to complain about my problems. If I do, I'll be reminded how weak my body used to be.

[looks at him, then nods. "You're not like the other Ions I've ever met."]

Heh. [Ion chuckled.] As I thought. I hang around with Sync more than my 7th replica.

["Your seventh... you're an original?"]

Of course. I'm the original one.

We met a while ago, remember? I was wandering around in the hallways and I bumped into you by accident.