Blatant Fon Master Abuse: The Post

[replicasquared]

[It was strange, the way time seemed to pass in this world. A person could wander in an out of it for a mere instant of their life, and a whole year will have passed here. And though Ion's been through far more than an instant, it's been over a year since he last stumbled through this town. Normally Ion avoided towns. They weren't safe. He could be recognized, and rumors could spread, leading to him being discovered. But this was a special circumstance.]

[There had been no reasoning with her. He'd been a fool to even try... the Anise he had known and loved was gone, her mind too warped by her own guilt and sins to even hear his words. He had left the encounter... enlightened, in a sense. He knew now what his purpose was. His reason for being born... no, reborn in the body of another replica. He was the only one who could put a stop to her. The only one who could free her from her insanity.]

[The only one who could kill her.]

[He brings a hand to his mouth and coughs, doubling over onto his knees. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill her. She was Anise! How could he possibly bring himself to hurt her when she was already in so much pain? Was it the right thing to do? Or was it wrong? Then what was right? He didn't know.]

[All he knew now was that unless he could find a place to stay and tend to his injuries, he wouldn't last long enough to find out. Drops of blood stained his fingers as he coughed. He didn't even have the strength to attempt to heal himself right now, but he had to keep moving...!]


[[ooc: Hello ADR! This Ion's AU information can be found here! It's been a year since I've thrown him in here and his situation hasn't been looking any brighter. Somebody wanna help the little replica out?]]

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[replicasquared]

[Ion takes the hand when offered and stands. He's a bit dizzy, partially from exhaustion and partially from blood loss, but he still manages to stand upright on his own.]

[Unlike the replica from which he was created, this Ion doesn't share that same ability to trust just about anyone he comes in contact with. Perhaps it's due to a lingering bitterness at being rejected in the eyes of all his friends as the "real" Ion. Or perhaps it's because the one person he always thought he could trust, in spite of the sins she had committed against him, was now set on killing him.]

[But this felt different. Regardless as to whether this was a fellow replica or the first original, Ion felt a bit more at ease. He couldn't quite explain the feeling, but... he felt that this person standing in front of him was someone he could trust.]

My name is Ion. I'm a replica of the previous Fon Master Ion... created after his death.

[A small detail to add, perhaps, but it's enough to distinguish him from his original.]

[the_original]

[This is his legacy to the world? An endless string of replicas and replacements? What a cruel thing destiny is.]

[Though, hadn't that been Van's goal? A world of replicas, free of the Score. Free of the chains of fate that binds so totally out of everyone's choice.]

You're the third person to take that name. Wouldn't it be better to have your own? A life that's not an obligation to someone else's expectations.

[He knew this because his own replica Ion he'd met face-to-face, and would always like bear animosity to since that had been what he'd been so casually replaced with.]

Walk with me; I'll help you get changed.

[It's more for him to think on. Another layer to make him question his own identity; just who was Ion? The Fon Master of the Order of Lorelei certainly. Yet now there's this third person to bear not only that name, but that face. Once again in the silence, there's that cane, tapping on the ground like a hammer. Perhaps the precursor to an angry beast fitfully and pointlessly lashing out at it's surroundings.]

[replicasquared]

...you aren't the first person to tell me that. [And it still somehow hurt to hear again, all the same.]

Though I suppose it bears mentioning... I was born with the same memories as the replica I was created from.

[Though there's a temptation to say "your memories", he's still not entirely sure this is the 7th replica or not. But he had a feeling that wasn't the case. His memories and the 7th's memories are one and the same. And he think he'd be able to recognize himself if he saw him.]

[That and, unless his memories are faulty in some way, he's fairly certain he's never walked with a cane.]

[the_original]

...Oh?

[With his back turned, Ion's smile grew cruel for a brief moment as he could tell there was ache in that statement.]

Then tell me of you and your Original's life; there are many variations of us here. Perhaps to represent the true nature of the Score. [It's garbage.] That it's not hewn into the stone of destiny. [Except to the ignorant.] That it's as the water, changeable and directable. [Except for the weak.] This place is perhaps Lorelei's representation of the choices of fate, and it's inherent branching and diverse nature.

[This is his truth as he saw it, the great epiphany he's come to realize, but he'll never share it except to inflict his hate and malice on others for their blind acceptance of what had been, and even the agent of change who set all in motion cast him aside for his bid for glory to celebrate his genius.]